. Pia desideria: Oder, Göttliche Adressen, in drei Büchern . E, ich Fee.Wy Liebe, mein Leben, ich Fee und kennen Sie jetzt,uly fecret Ecftacy diffcovers you.leasd mit Ihrer Stimme, und ravifhd mit Ihrem Gesicht,fliegen uncalld zu Ihrem belovd Umarmung,rhus, so krank binden Sie an mich, Und V fecond Search, die Soldaten Heiterkeit.) dass meine Arme Ketten waren, und jede pait elfe, cet, Hände und alle, waren Gyves und manacles! K 4 Then (x?6) Then with a triple Band my Love ID bind,Clofe as the Elm is by the Vine Entwind the fhaky Ivy fhoud not Clofer crawlAbout the Ruines of its love Walland while my buiie hands your N
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. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . e, I fee.Wy Love, my Life, I fee and know you now, uly fecret Ecftacy difcovers you.leasd with your Voice, and ravifhd with your Face, fly uncalld to your belovd Embrace, rhus, thus Ill bind you to me, and preventV fecond Search, the Soldiers Merriment.) that my Arms were Chains, and each pait elfe, ?cet, Hands and all, were Gyves and Manacles! K 4 Then (x?6) Then with a triple Band my Love Id bind, Clofe as the Elm is by the Vine entwind The fhaky Ivy fhoud not clofer crawlAbout the Ruines of its dear-lovd WallAnd while my buiie Hands your Neck enclofe, Think that no Burthen which their Kindnefs fhows!Remember, Love, you have been abfent long, *And Time that did it muft repair the wrong :But of the Recompence you foon complain, And eer my Joys begin, are gone again.But Hay! ah too unkind, ungrateful! flay !Nor fhali you fly, unlefs you force your way. Beda Beda in Cant, cap, 3, Vhen I had found him, I held him fomuch the fafter, by how much thelonger I was in finding him. XIII. But <ij8). fash hi• {rffcLt to jmt >ni tniSt in J/tc tw) XIII. it it is good for me to hold me faft by God, tout my Truft in the Lord God, Pfal. Ixxiij. 27. rHro what ftrange turns of Fortune have 1 gone, Jufl as a Ball from Hand to Hand is thrown ?vrs loud Allarms were firft my fole Delight, id hope of Glory led me out to Fight:ms raisd my Courage, Arms were all my care, if I had no other Busnefs here.c with a Song I paft my tedious Hour, hile I flood Centry on fbme lofty Towr :l I the Enemies Intent betrayd, id fhewd their Motions by the Signs I made.earnt t intrench a Camp, and Bulwarks rear, ith all the Cunning of an Engineer.ver forward was, .and bold in Fight, d did to A&ion the faint Troops Excite, ne better underftood the Art of War, ne more the Soldiers or Commanders Care :in the Lybian Defart did I Sweat, d with the Sand, and melted with the Heat ^ Choakd ( Ho ) Choakd with the Dull, yet no kind Fountain ni{The Place as little Moiflure
