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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44939	Pia desideria, or, Divine addresses in three books : illustrated with XLVII copper-plates / written in Latine by Herm. Hugo ; Englished by Edm. Arwaker.; Pia desideria. English	Hugo, Herman, 1588-1629.; Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730.; Sturt, John, 1658-1730.	1686 (1686)	Wing H3350; ESTC R19094	62,987	283

with Charms abound To make decay'd old flesh seem young and sound With Spanish-wool red as the blooming Rose And Cerusse whiter than the Mountain Snows With all the Arts that studious Virgins know Who on their Beauty too much pains bestow Then I 'd correct each error by my Glass Till not one fault were found in all my face If on my brow one hair amiss I spy'd How wou'd I fret till it were rectify'd If my complexion were not always right ' Twou'd be a Nuisance to my troubled sight If any motion did contract my brow I shou'd believe Time did my forehead plough Ev'n with each Mole t' offend thee I shou'd fear If of my Beauty thou hadst any care If in my face the smallest Wart shou'd rise I fear 't wou'd seem a Mountain in your eyes And the least fault to me wou'd great appear Lest it shou'd prove offensive to my Dear And every Grace which Nature has deny'd By Art's kind help shou'd amply be supply'd With Tow'rs and Locks I wou'd adorn my head And thick with Jewels my curl'd tresses spread With double Pearls I 'll hang my loaded ears While my white neck vast Chains of Rubies wea●● Thus I among the fairest will be seen And dare vie Beauty ev'n with Sheba's Queen But oh no such vain toys affect your mind ●hese meet with no admirers but the blind ●ho in a Dress seek Objects of their love ●hich once put off the Beauty does remove ●hus the fond Crowd's caught by a gay attire ●he only thing indeed they find t' admire But You my Love no borrow'd Beauties prize ●o artificial Charms attract your eyes ●ear as your own you rate a spotless heart ●nd for its sake accept each other part Oh that my heart unspotted were and free ●rom every tincture of impurity ●hen in your favour I shou'd make my boast And hate each stain by which it might be lost Hugo de S. Vict. in Arrha animae ● base and filthy spots why do you stick so long Be gone depart and presume no more to offend my Beloved's sight Come my Beloved let us go forth into the Fields let us lodge in the Villages Cant. 7. 11. VII Come my Beloved let us go forth into the Fields let us lodge in the Villages Cant. 7. 11. COme come my Love let 's leave the busie throng We trifle there our precious time too long Come let us hasten to some lonely Grove The fittest Theatre for Scenes of Love Strong Walls and Gates the City guard 't is true But what secures it thus confines it too We 'll reap the pleasures of the open Field Which does security with freedom yield What tho the City-Tow'rs the Clouds invade And o're the Fields project their lofty shade Yet thence Content has made a far retreat And chose the humble Cottages its seat And the remotest Solitude enjoys The blessing of more quiet and less noise Come then my Love and let 's retire from hence And leave this busie fond impertinence See! ev'n the Cities eldest Son and Heir Who gets his Gold his dear-lov'd Idol there Yet in the Countrey spends his City-gains And makes its pleasures recompence his pains And tho the City has his publick voice The Countrey ever is his private choice Here still the Rich the Noble and the Great Unbend their minds in a secure retreat And Heav'ns free Canopy yields more delight Than guilded Roofs and Fret-work to the sight Nor can fenc'd Cities keep the mind in peace So well as open guardless Villages Come then my Love let 's from the City haste Each minute we spend there is so much waste I have a Countrey-Farm whose fertile ground Soft murmuring Brooks and chrystal Streams surround A better Air or Soil were never known Nor more convenient distance from the Town Hither my Love if thou wilt take thy flight The City will no more thy sense delight Driv'n from thy thoughts as quickly as thy sight Here in the shades I will my Dear caress At leisure to receive my kind Address Here from the City and its Tumults free I shall enjoy more than my self in Thee No bus'ness shall invade our pleasure here No rude disturber of our sports appear Here thou thy secret passion shalt reveal And whisper in my ear the pleasing tale While in requital I disclose my flame And in the fav'ring Shades conceal my shame Here like kind Turtles we will bill and cooe For here to love is all we have to do Oh! cou'd I see that happy happy day I know no bliss beyond for which to pray Then to the Countrey let us Dear repair For Love thrives best in the clear open air Hieron Ep. ad Hesiod 1. What dost thou how long do the shadows of the houses confine thee how long does the Prison of the smoaky City shut thee up Believe me I see some greater Light and am resolv'd to throw off the burthen of the Flesh and fly to the splendor of the purer air Draw me wee will run after thee in the Savour of thy Oyntments Cant. 1. 3. VIII Draw me we will run after thee in the savour of thy Oyntments Cant. 1. 3. SEe how my feeble Limbs now giv'n in vain Increase the burthen which they shou'd sustain ●hile weary of my hated life I lie ● faint resemblance of what once was I. ●y head deprest with its own weight hangs low ●nd to themselves my Limbs a burthen grow ● various postures still I seek for ease ●ut find at last not any one to please ●ow I wou'd rise now wish my self in bed ●ow with my hands support my drooping head ●ow on my back now on my face I lie ●nd now for rest on either side I try ●nd when my bed I 've tumbled restless o're ●● still th' uneasie wretch I was before Thus hinder'd by my own Infirmity Tho fain I wou'd I cannot follow thee Then wilt thou go and leave me destitute Canst thou not stay at least to hear my suit Thus Soldiers from their wounded Comrades fly At an allarm of any danger nigh Unnat'ral Mothers thus their Babes disclaim Urg'd to the sin by poverty or shame Stretch Lord thy hand and thy weak follower me Or if not reach thy hand yet stay thy feet The grateful Stork bears o're the spacious Flo● Its aged Dam and triumphs in the load The Doe supports her tender swimmers weight And minds her self less than her dearer fraight But You fair fugitive forsake your Love And shun the burthen you shou'd most approve Yet I 'll not hinder or retard your haste If you but draw me I shall follow fast And tho now bedrid in a little space I 'll rise and move along a Lover's pace Nor shall you need a Whip to drive me on Free and unurg'd close at your back I 'll run As when at your command the Net was thrown The eager Fish did gladly to it run And unconcern'd their own destruction sought So much 't was their ambition