Identifier: piadesideriaor01hugo (find matches)
Title: Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates.
Year: 1686 (1680s)
Authors: Hugo, Herman, 1588-1629 Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730 Harold Jantz Collection. NcD
Subjects: Christian life Emblem books, English
Publisher: London: : Printed for Henry Bonwicke ...
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Whom fportful Boys with fcanty twinesreftrain -9 When eager to retrieve their native air, They rife a little height and flutter there: But having to their utmoit limits flown, . (dowi The more they frrive to mount, theyyfall the fade; Each, tho it fleeps in itsyoung Tyrants breaft, And is with Banquets from his lips careft; Vet prizes more the freedom ofthe Wood, Than all the Dainties of its dear-bought food: Coul< (229) wild tears diflblve my Chains, O with what eafe Id weep a Deluge for a quick releafe? But tears are vain, reach, Lord, thy hands to me, \n& in return Ill ftreach my Chains to thee. Oiou canft unty thefe ftubborn bands alone, Dh. do thou take them off,becaufe thoir putft them w! Chryfoft. hom. 55. ad pop. Antioch. How long Jhallwe he faftned herd we flickto the Earth, as if we jhould always livethere, we wallow in the mire. God gave usbodies of earth, that we fhonld carry themto Heaven, not that we Jhould by them de-bafe our Souls to the Earth. Qj X. Bring 03°)
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1 74(my/fcidGiilefnrijCTt, i/iatlmaywaiJ£. f/iy 7ia7?l£. JPjal. 14.2,. y—f (*30 X. Bring my Soul out of prifon, that I may praifethy name. Pfal 142,. 9- I Who did once thro th airs wide Regions rove,_ Free Denizm of the vaft Realm above;Now to a narrow Dungeon am coniind,A hole that darkens and reftrains my mind.When firft my Soul put on its flefhly load,«It was imprifond in the dark abode;My feet vjeve fetters, my hands manacles,My finews chains, and all confinement elfe \My hones the bars of my loathd Prifon-grate;My tongue the turnkey, and my mouth the gate. Why from my native fiation am I fentA Captive to this narrow tenement ?How oft woud I attempt a Jliameful flight,And in a Halter bid the world good night i Q4 ™w 030 How oft5 have I their hapvy Fate admird, Who by the Sword or Fey fen have expired ?. But to gam Heavn, we mufz Heavm leifure fiay, Such rajli attemfters have mistook the way. As only Heavn our Beings did beftcw, Tis Meavnsfole right to countermand them too :

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