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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

Their wandring paths forbid till try'd to know Maeander's stream a streighter motion steers Tho with himself the wand'rer interferes Not the sictitious Labyrinth of old Did in more dubious paths its guests infold Here greater difficulties stay my fee● And on each road I thwarting dangers meet Nor I the diff'rent windings only fear In which the Artist's skill did most appear But more to heighten and increase my dread Darkness involves each gloomy step I tread No friendly tracks my wandring footsteps guid● Nor previous feet th'untrodden ground have try'● And tho lest on some fatal Rock I stray With out-stretch'd arms I grope my dusky way Yet dare I not ev'n with their help proceed But night and horror stop my trembling feet Like a strange Trav'ller by the Sun forsook And in a road unknown by night o'retook In whose lone paths no neighb'ring Swains reside No friendly Star appears to be his guide No sign or track by human footsteps worn But solitary all and all forlorn He knows not but each blindfold step he tread To some wild Desart or fierce River leads Then his exalted voice does loudly strain In hope of answer from some neighb'ring Swain Still still he calls but still alas in vain Only faint Ecchoes answer him again Oh! who will help a wretch thus gone astray What friendly Cynosure direct my way A signal Cloud conducted Israels flight By day their cov'ring and their guide by night The Eastern-Kings found Bethlem too from far Led by the shining conduct of a Star Nor cou'd they in their tedious journey err Who had so bright a fellow-traveller Be thou no less propitious Lord to me Since all my bus'ness is to worship Thee See how the wandring Croud mistake their way And tost about by their own error stray This tumbles headlong from an unseen Hill That lights on a blind path and wanders still This with more haste than speed goes stumbling on That moves no faster than a Snail might run While to and fro another hasts in vain No sooner in the right than out again Here one walks on alone whose boasted skill ●nvites another to attend him still Till among Thorns or miry Pools they tread This by his guide That by himself misled Here one in a perpetual Circle moves While there another in a Lab'rinth roves And when he thinks his weary ramble done He finds alas he has but just begun Thus still the wandring Multitude does stray Scarce one of thousands keeps or finds the way Oh! that my paths were all chalk'd out by Th●● From the deceits of baneful error free Till all my motion like a Dart's became Swift as its flight unerring as its aim That where thy Laws require me to obey I may not loiter nor mistake the way Then be Thou Lord the Bowe thy Law the White And I the Arrow destin'd for the flight And when thou' rt pleas'd to shew thy greatest skill Let Me dear God be thy choice Arrow still Aug Soliloq cap. 4. O Lord who art the Light the Way the Truth and the Life in whom there is no Darkness Error Vanity nor Death Say the word O Lord let there be Light that I may see the Light and shun the Darkness that I may find the right way and avoid the wrong that I may follow Truth and fly from Vanity that I may obtain Life and escape Death O hold thou up my goings in thy paths that my footsteps slipp not Psal. 17. 5. III. O hold thou up my goings in thy paths that my footsteps slip not Psal 17. 5. WHat will my faithless feet deceive me more And make false steps upon the even floor Thou who from Heav'n my motion dost approve Grant me such strength that I may firmly move The Eagles teach their unfledg'd young to fly Practis'd in towring tow'rd the lofty Sky ●ill the apt brood by bold example led ●erform the daring flight they us'd to dread ●hus Boys when first th' unusual stream they try With spungy Cork their weighty bodies buoy ●ill more improv'd they their first help disown ●mbitious now t' attempt the flood alone And thus by practice such perfection gain To sport and wanton safely in the Main Thou who from Heav'n observ'st our steps belo● See by what arts thy Servant learns to go While all my weight on this slight Engine 's laid I move the Wheels that do my motion aid Thus feeble age supported by a Cane Is tir'd with that on which 't is forc'd to lean Mistake not Lord th'ambiguous terms I use For of no failure I my feet accuse I can perceive no imperfection there No rocky ways or thorny roads they fear The weakness of my mind disturbs me most Whose languid feet have all their motion lost All its affections lame and bedrid are Those feet alas which shou'd its motion steer When it shou'd move in Virtues easie road Alas 't is tir'd as soon as got abroad Sometimes but rarely it renews the race And eagerly moves on a Jehu 's pace But weary of its journey scarce begun Its boasted flame is all extinct as soon As a faint Lamp by the rude North-wind blown Yet lest I shou'd too much my sloth betray I force my steps and make some little way But then am cautious not to be expos'd Lest I be thought too plentifully dos'd My reeling steps move an indented pace As 't were a Cripple hopping o're a race I will I won't I burn all in a breath And that 's scarce out e're I 'm as cold as death And then impatient at my fruitless pain Tir'd in the mid-way I go back again Yet cannot then recover my first place The pleasant seat whence I began my race Tost like a Ship on the tempestuous waves Which neither help of Sails nor rowing saves While with new vain attempts I try again And would repair the loss I did sustain The small success too manifestly proves My fruitless labor in a circle moves Thus Slaves condemn'd to ply a toilsom Mill Repeat the same returning motion still Tho still the restless Engine 's hurry'd round They by its haste gain not one foot of ground What shall I do a stranger to the race Whose lazy feet scarce move an Asses pace Heav'n lies remote from this mean Globe below None but the swift and strong can thither go What then shall this my slow-wheel'd Chariot do Thou Lord mov'st nimbly o're the rugged way Thy Gyant-feet are balk'd by no delay Thou with a step dost East and West divide And o're the world like a Colossus stride But with a Tortoice-motion I proceed Or rather like the Crab am retrograde How can I then hope to that Goal to run Which 't is the bus'ness of my life to shun But do thou Lord my trembling feet sustain Then I the Race and the Reward shall gain Amb. de fuga saeculi cap. 1. ●ho among so many troubles of the body among so many allurements of the world can keep a safe and unerring

Dalila betray'd Was Hers and then his En'mies Captive made Thus when too freely Noe had us'd the Vine He who escap'd the Flood lay drown'd in Wine Thus Love by me pursu'd alas too fast Seiz'd my lost Soul and prey'd on me at last Within whose close incircling Toils beset I seem'd a Beast just fall'n into the Net Destroy'd by what my inclination sought As Birds by their frequented Lime-twigs caught For Death around its subtle Nets does spread Fine as the texture of the Spiders Web And as purdieu that watchful Lurcher lies His buzzing prey the better to surprize But taught by motion when the booty's nigh Leaps out and seizes the entangled Fly Or as a Fowler with his hidden Snare Contrives t' entrap the Racers of the Air While to conceal and further the deceit He strows the ground with his destructive meat And fastens Birds of the same kind to sing About the Net and call their fellows in So Death the Wretch into his Snare decoys And with pretended happiness destroys While in pursuit of a dissembled Bliss We headlong fall into Hells low Abyss Amb. lib. 4. in cap. 4. Lucae The reward of Honours the height of Power the delicacy of Diet and the beauty of an Harlot are the snares of the Devil Idem de bono mortis Whilst thou seekest Pleasures thou runnest into Snares for the eye of the Harlot is the snare of the Adulterer Enter not into Iudgment with thy Servant O Lord. Psal 143. 2. X. ●ter not into Judgment with thy servant O Lord. Psal 143. 2. ●He Master's gains to a small sum amount That calls his Servant to a strict account ● tho the Servant has not wrong'd his trust ●ere's the applause of being only Just ●ly the Master does a Suit begin ●gain a Vict'ry he must blush to win ● tho the Servant's Innocence is great ● blemish'd with suspicion of a Cheat. ●eve me Lord to be severe with me ● wrong thee more than my offending thee ● so much too mean for thy regard ●ill lessen thee to mind how I have err'd ●t must thy Registries the pleadings shew ●ln with the hist'ry of my overthrow ●an I hope my Cause shou'd Thine out-do ●re thou sitt'st Judge that art the Plaintiff too What Eloquence can plead with such success To free the wretch that does his debt confess Alas what Advocate best read in Laws Can weaken Thine or re-inforce my Cause Thou dost too strictly my Accounts survey While for abatement still in vain I pray The distant Poles thy boundless Mercy know To Pardon easie and to Punish slow Ev'n when our Crimes pull thy just Vengeance dow 'T is rather grief than anger makes thee frown And when thou dost our Punishment decree Thou seest our stripes with more concern tha● And dost chastise us at so mild a rate That what we bear we wou'd not deprecate But tho this Character is All thy due Let me thy lightest Censure undergo For tho thy Mercy does no limits know Thy Justice must have satisfaction too These Attributes in equall ballance lie And neither must the others Right deny No melting Passion can affect thy breast Nor soft intreaties charm thy hand to rest ●or baffled Eloquence dares here engage ●ut wants it self some happy Patronage ●o Fee no Bribe no trick in all the Laws ●an e're prevail to carry such a Cause ●is vain with Thee Lord to commence a Suit ●hose awful presence strikes all Pleaders mute ●o other Judg so terribble can be ●o make me fear his shrictest scrutiny ●ut Thy Tribunal Lord with dread I view ●here thou art Plaintiff Judg and Witness too ●here when my Sentence from thy mouth is come ●o Plea can urge thee to reverse the Doom ●ow this dread place augments the guilty's fear ●here so much awe and gravity appear ●'n He whose reas'ning did this truth assert ●nd shot a trembling into Felix heart ●o his own Judgment did his Soul acquit ●e're thought of Thine without an Ague-fit ●nd Wisdom's famous Oracle denies ●e purest Soul unblemish'd in thy eyes ●hose pious Father after thine own heart ●eclares Thy Wrath the best of man's desert And Job assures us that the Stars whose Light Chears with kind infl'ence our admiring sight Tho glorious all in our dim eyes they shine Are only vast Opacous Orbs in thine How then can weaker Posts support that weight Which shook these Pillars with such strange affrig● Or how can th' humble Hyssop keep its wall When Libanus's tallest Cedars fall When I behold my large unblotted score And think what Plagues thy Vengeance has in fl● An icy horror chills my freezing blood And stops the active motion of its flood As some pale Captive when condemn'd to death Loath to resign ev'n his last puff of ●reath Beholds with an intent and steddy eye The dreadful Instrument of Fate rais'd high Yet still unwilling from this World to go Shuns with a start the disappointed blow So when I see thy Book in which are writ All the black Crimes I rashly did commit Amaz'd I fly thy Bar For how can sinners that strict place abide Where ev'n the Just shall be arraign'd and try'd Bernard Serm. 6. super Beati qui c. ●hat can be thought so fearful what so full of trouble and anxiety as to stand to be judged at such a Tribunal and to expect an uncertain Sentence from such a Judge Let not the water-flood drown me neither let the deep swallow me up Psal. 69. 16. XI Let not the water-flood drown me neither let the deep swallow me up Psal 69. 16. UNconstant motion of the restless Sea Whose treach'rous waves the Sailors hopes betray ● calm sometimes so shining they appear ●o polish'd Chrystal is more smooth or clear ●metimes they seem still as a standing Lake ●hose bounded waters can no motion take ●metimes the waves rais'd by a gentle breeze ●rl their green heads the wondring sight to please ●en in soft measures round the Barges dance ●d to the Musick of their Shrouds advance ●ile thou kind Sea their burthen dost sustain ● while their beaks plough furrows on the Main ● on thy yielding back each Vessel rides ● its rude Oars lash to a foam thy sides The groaning Earth scarce weightier burthens feels From heavy loaden Carts with ir'n-bound wheels And that none may suspect thou wilt betray Thy chrystal waves their rocky breasts display As if no treach'ry cou'd be harbour'd there Where such great shews of honesty appear But when the Anchor 's weigh'd the Sails atrip And a kind gale bears on the floating Ship Soon as the Land can be perceiv'd no more And all relief is distant as the shoar Then the rough Winds their boist'rous gusts discharg● And all at once assault the helpless Barge Just as the furious Lybian Lions rave When eager to devour a sentenc'd Slave Or as a crew of sturdy Thieves prepare To seize and plunder some lone Traveller Then the insulting Billows proudly rise And menace with

loath'd place conspire ●o silence me and hinder your desire ●hall I driv'n far from the Seraphick Choir ●ouch the sweet Nerves of my Caelestial Lire Ah! Fortunes wounded Captive kindly spare My voice has lost its pleasing accents here Sorrow disorders and distorts my face I cannot give my Songs their former grace Shou'd I begin to sing or play 't wou'd be Some doleful Emblem of my misery My thoughts are all on my lost srate intent And close Companions of my Banishment Then why am I desir'd to play or sing Now grief has broke my voice and slackned ev'r● string Oh! my lov'd Countrey when I think on thee My Lute my Voice my Mind all lose their harmon● But if to Thee I happily return Then they shall all rejoyce as much as now th● mo●● Aug. Medit. cap. 35. ● that I could say such things as the Hymn-singing Choir of Angels How willingly would I powr forth my self in thy praises I charge you O Daughters of Ierusalem if you find my Beloved that you tell him that I am sick of Love Cant. 5. 8. EXTASIES OF THE Enamour'd Soul BOOK the Third I. I charge you O Daughters of Jerusalem if you find my Beloved that you tell him that I am sick of Love Cant. 5. 8. BLest Residents on the bright Thrones above Who are transform'd to the sublimest Love To my Belov'd my restless Passion bear And gently whisper 't in his sacred ear To him my sighs my languishments relate Tell him my flame dissolves me with its heat Tell him I pine beneath Loves torrid Zone As withering Flow'rs before the scorching Sun For scattering round his Darts among the rest He shot himself into my love-sick breast Thro all my flesh the Shaft like Lightning stole And with strange infl'ence seiz'd my melting So● Now in a flame unquenchable I burn Which does my breast t'another Aetna turn If a more full account he wou'd receive For Lovers always are inquisitive Tell him how pale how languishing I look And how I fainted when I wou'd have spoke If he enquires what pace my Feaver moves Oh! tell him I no Feaver feel but Love's Or if he asks what danger 's of my death Tell him I cou'd not tell for want of breath Tell him you bring no message sent by me But a relation of my misery Yet if he questions how in death I look Say how my Beauty has my face forsook Thus then delineate me amidst my woe That he my suff'rings and their cause may know Tell him I lie seiz'd with a deadly swoon A bloodless Corps stretch'd on the naked ground Tell him my eyes swim round my dizzy head And on my breast my feeble hand is laid The Corral of my Lips grows sickly pale And on my Cheeks the withering Roses fail My Veins tho chaf'd have lost their azure hue And this decay shews Nature failing too Nor any signs express remaining life But the worst symptoms sighs that vent my grief And yet I cannot any reason feign Why tho unhurt so often I complain I know not why unless the Tyrant Love Compels me thus his mighty Pow'r to prove This this was sure my sorrows only cause I lov'd yet knew not what a Lover was This from my breast extorted frequent fighs Ad prest the tears from my o'reflowing eyes This was the cause that when I strove to frame Remote discourse it ended with his Name Oh! then Tell the lov'd Object of my thought and eye How I his Martyr and his Victim die Distill'd in Loves Alimbeck I expire Parch'd up like Roses by too warm a fire Or dry'd like Lillies which have long in vain Begg'd the refreshment of a gentle Rain Tell Him the cause of all my grief will prove Without his help my Death for oh 't is LOV● Rupert in Cant. Tell him That I am sick of Love thro the great desire I have of seeing his face I endure the weariness of life and I can hardly bear the delay of my present Exile Stay me with flagons comfort me with apples for I am sick of Love Cant 2. 5. II. Stay me with flagons comfort me with apples for I am sick of love Cant. 2. 5. HOw strangely Love dost thou my will controul Thou pleasing Tyrant of my captiv'd Soul Oh! wou'dst thou have thy fiery torment last Slacken its heat for I consume too fast On other hearts imply thy Arrows pow'r For mine alas has now no room for more O spare thy own Artill'ry and my breath For the next shaft comes wing'd with certain Death Oh! I am lost and from my self estrang'd To Love my voice to Love my blood is chang'd From part to part insensibly he stole Till the sly Conqu'ror had subdu'd the whole Alas will no one pity my distress Will neither Earth nor Heav'n afford redress Canst Thou the author of my miseries Canst Thou behold me with relentless eyes Oh! haste you bright Inhabitants above My fellow-patients in this charming Love Rifle the Orchards and disrobe the Fields Bring all the Treasure Natures Store-house yields Bind fragrant Rose-buds to my temples first Then with cool apples quench my fiery thirst These may allay the Feaver of my blood Oh no! there 's nothing nothing does me good Against Loves force what Salve can Roses make Since ev'n themselves may hide the pois'nous Snake And Apples sure can small assistance give In one of them th' Old Serpent did deceive O then to slacken this tormenting fire The Rose of Sharon only I desire And for an Apple to asswage my grief Give it oh give it from the Tree of Life Then strow them gently on my Virgin-bed And as the withering Rose declines its head Compos'd to Death's long sleep my rest I 'll take Dream of my Love and in his arms awake Gislen in Cant. cap. 2. ●t is certainly a good languishment when the Disease is not to Death but Life that God may be glorified by it when that Heat and Feaver does not proceed from a consuming but rather from an improving fire My Beloved is mine and I am his he feedeth among the Lillies Cant. 2. 16. III. ●y Beloved is mine and I am his he feedeth among the Lillies Cant. 2. 16. BLest souls whose hearts burn with such equal fire As never but together will expire ●o your content I wou'd not Crowns prefer ●or all Heav'ns blessings are dilated there ●nd when with equal flames two Souls engage ●hat happy minute is Love's Golden age ●uch bliss I wish'd when Love at first possest ●nd rais'd his Standard in my trembling breast ●ow oft' I pray'd Whene're in Love I burn Grant me great Pow'r to find a just return The God return'd this answer to my pray'r ●ove first that Love its breaches may repair ● it thy will Almighty Love I cry'd ●'inlist a Soldier in thy Wars untry'd 'T is true my fellow-Maids have told me long The promis'd Joys of thy adoring throng But oft' my Nurse acquainted with the cheat Told me 't was all