EMBLEMS, 
 
 Divine and Moral j 
 
 Together with 
 
 HIEKOGLYT HICKS 
 
 OF THE 
 
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 Written by Francis Q^u a r l e s. 
 
 tern appekre, qua worienti forcnt appe^ 
 tenda. 
 
 In the SAVOY- Printed Eli z. Nutt, and fold by 
 
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 and J. Osborn, D. Midwinter, R.Robinfon, W.TayUr 
 7 . Bowjer, R, Gojlmg, H. Clements, IV. Messrs, W. Innys 
 7 . Browne, and fP. Churchill. 1718. 
 
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To my much honoured, and nolefs truly 
 beloved Friend, 
 
 Edmard Benlomes Elq; 
 
 My dear Friend, 
 
 Y OU have pHt the Theorbo into 
 my hand^ and 1 have played : Ton 
 ^avc the IS/iupcian the firfi encou- 
 ragement 5 the Mupch^ returneth 
 to you for Patronage. Had it been a light 
 Jitr^ no doubt but it had tahgn the mop^ 
 and among them the worft 5 but being a grave 
 Strain^ my hopes are^ that it will pleaje 
 the beP, and among them you, T'oyifi Airs 
 pleafe trivial Ears 5 they bjfs the fancy ^ and 
 betray il. They cry. Hail, firfi 3 and after ^ 
 Cruci fie : Let Dots delight to immerd 
 themfelves in dung^ whiip Eagles fcorn fo 
 poor a game as Flies. Sir, you have Art 
 
 and Candour j let the one judge, let the other 
 £xcufe 
 
 Your fnoft aflPeftionate Friend, 
 
 FRA. ^VARIES. 
 
 A 3 
 
TO THE 
 
 READER. 
 
 A n Emblem is hut a filent Parable : 
 Let not the tender eye check, to 
 fee the alJufion to our blefled Sa- 
 viour figured in thefe Types. In Holy 
 Scripture he is (bmetimes called a Sower ^ 
 fometimes a Fiftier^ fometimes a Phyfici- 
 10 : And why not prefented fo, as well to 
 the eye as to the ear> Before the know- 
 iege of letters God was known by Hie- 
 raglyphicks. And indeed what are the 
 Heavens, the Earth, nay, every Creature, 
 bat Hieroglyphic h and Emblems of his 
 glory? I have no more to fay, I wifli 
 tliee as much pleafure in the reading, as 
 i had in writing. Farewel READER. 
 
 By 
 

 IT Fathers hacJld^ hy Holy Writ led on: 
 H'hou Jhew'ji a way to Heavn hy Helicon ; 
 The Mufes Font is confecrate by thee^ 
 
 And Poefie baptized Divinity • 
 
 Blefl foulyhat here embark'd : thou faitfl apace ^ 
 "Tis hard to Jay^ movd more by wit or grace^ 
 Each Mif fe Jo plies her oar : But 0 the fait 
 Is fill'd from Heavn with a diviner gale: 
 When Poets prove Divines^ why Jkoitld not I 
 Approve in Verfe this divine Poetry ^ 
 
 Let this fifice to licence thee the prefs : 
 
 I mujl no more 5 nor could the truth fay lefs. 
 Sic approbavit 
 
 RIC LOVE, Procan. Cant. 
 
 Tot Flores QUARLES, quot Paradifus habeL 
 Lectori bene male-Yolo. 
 
 ;^a/ legit ex Horto hoc Flores, carpit, uterqug 
 Juve poteft f^iolas d^cere, jure Rofas: 
 
 Non e Parmfo VI OL AM, fejliver ROSETO 
 Cu pit Apollo, magis quae fi' amoena, ROS AM. 
 
 Quot Verftts VIOLAS legis ; & quern verbalocntum 
 Credis, dedit ; Nam dcdit R 05 
 Ufque ego non dicam hsec VIOLAS fuaviflima j Tuig 
 Jpfe facis VIO LAS, Livide^ (1 aiiolof, 
 
 Nam velu' h VI O L I S fibi fugit Armen virus: 
 
 Vertis at in fuccos Hafqtte ROSA Sque tuos. 
 
 Qnas violas Mufas, VIOLAS puto, quafque recufaS 
 Dence tuo rofas, has, reor, elTe R OS A$, 
 
 Sic rofas, facis efTe ROSAS, dum, Zoile, rodis: 
 
 Sic facics has jriO LAS, Livide, dum violas. 
 
 EDW. BEN L 0 W ESi 
 
 A 4 
 
 \ \ v\ \ 
 
THE 
 
 I 
 
 FIRST BOOK. 
 
 The INVOCATION. 
 
 R Owze rhee, my foul; and drain thee from the dregs 
 Ot vulgar thoughrs : fcrcw irp the heighten'd 
 Of thy foblime Theorbo four notes higher, (psgs 
 And high’f yet, that fo the {hiill-mouth'd quire 
 Of fw ife- wing’d feraphims may come and join. 
 
 And make thy confort more than half divine. 
 
 Invoke no mufe ; let heaV’ n be xhxnt 
 And Jet his facred influences hallow 
 Thy high-bred flrains. Let his full beams inrplre: 
 
 Tby ravifhed brains with more heroick fire: 
 
 Snatch thee a quill from the fpread eagle’s wing, 
 
 And, like the morning lark, mount up and flags 
 Cafl: rif thefe dangling plummets, that fo clog 
 Thy lab’ring heart, which gropes in this dark fog 
 Of dungeon earth ; let flefli and blood forbear 
 To flop thy flight, till this bafe world appear 
 A thin blue landskip : let thy pinions foar 
 So h’gh a pitch, that men may feem no more 
 Than p fmires crawling on this mole-hill earth, 
 
 Thine car untroubled with their frantick mirth^ 
 
 Let not the frailty of thy flefti difluib 
 Thy new-concluded peace; let reafon curb 
 Tby hot-mouth’d paffion ; and let heav’n’s fire feafors 
 The frefli conceits of thy correfted reafon. 
 
 Difdain to warm thee at lull’s fmosky fires, 
 
 Scorn, fcorn to Ted on thy old bloat defires: 
 
 Come, come my foul, hoife up thy higher falls, 
 
 The wind blows fair; fliall we ftill creep like fnails, 
 
 Tims 
 
 A 5 
 
I 2, ^[Emhhms, Book s. 
 
 That glide their ways with their own native flimes; 
 No, we mufVfly like eagles, and our rhymes 
 Muft mount to heav’n, and reach th’ Olympick ear? 
 Our heav’n-blown fire mufl: feek no ocher fphere. 
 
 I Thou great Theanthropos, that giv’ft and ground’ft 
 I Thv gifts in duft, and from our dunghil crown^ft 
 f Reflcfting honour, taking by retail 
 
 What thou haft giv’n in grofs, from lapfed, frally 
 And finful man : that drink’ft full draughts, wherein 
 Thy childrens leprous fingers, feurf *d with fin, 
 
 Have paddled; cleanfe, O cleanfe my crafty foul 
 From fecret crimes, and let my thoughts controul 
 My thoughts; O teach me ftoutly to deny 
 My fclf, that I may be no longer I ; 
 
 Enrich my fancy, clarifie my thoughts, 
 
 Refine my drofs; O wink at human faults; 
 
 And through the flender conduit of my quill 
 Convey Thy current, whofe clear ftteams may fill 
 The hearts of men with love, their tongues with praile 
 Crown me with glory, take who lift the bays. 
 
Emblems, 
 
 IBoolv I# 
 
 f 
 
 I. 
 
 JAM. I. 14. 
 
 Evet^f mAf) is temped^ when he is drdwn awaj 
 by his own lufi and enticed, 
 
 Serpent. Eve. 
 
 Serf VT'Ot eat ? noc tafte ? not toucb? not caft an eye 
 Upon the fruit of this fair tree? and why ? 
 Why ear’ft thou not what heaven ordain’d for food ? 
 Or can’ft thou think that bad which hcav’n call’d good ? 
 Why was it made if not to be enjoy’d ? 
 
 NegIcQ: of favours makes a favour void-; 
 
 Bleflings unus’d, .pervest into a w’afte 
 As well as furfeits ; woman, do bur rafte r 
 See how the laden boughs make ftlenr fuit 
 To be enjoy’d ; look how their bending fruit 
 Meet thee half-way : obferve but how they crouch 
 To kifs thy hand; coy woman, do but touch: 
 
 Mark what a pure vermilion biulh has dy’d 
 Their fwelling cheeks, and how for ftiame they hide 
 Their palile-heads to fee themfclvcsiland by 
 Neglefted: woman, do but caft an eye. 
 
 What bo^teous -heav’n ordain’d fo; ufe, refufe not; 
 Come, 1^11 and ear: y’ abufe.tbe thing ye ufe not ; 
 
 Eve, Wifeft of beafts, our great creator did 
 Referve this tree, and this alone forbid ; 
 
 The reft are freely ours, which doubtlefs are 
 As picafing to the tafte ; to rh’ eye as fair: 
 
 But rouching this his ftrift commands a e fuch, 
 
 *Tis dea h to tafte, no Icfs then death to touch. 
 
 Serp Pifb; death's a fable : did not heav’n ii.fpirc 
 Vour equal elements with living ft e, 
 
 2 
 
 Blown 
 
6 Emhlms. Book 
 
 Blown from the fpring of life ? Is not that breath 
 Immortal ? come ; ye arc as free from death 
 As he that made you. Can the flames expire 
 Which he has kindled ? can ye quench his fire? 
 
 Did not the great creator’s voice proclaim 
 Whate’er he made, from the blue fpangled frame 
 To the poor leaf that trembles, very good? 
 
 Blefl he not both the feeder and the food ? 
 
 TcJI, tell me then, what danger can accrue 
 From fuch bleft food, to fuch half-gods as you? 
 
 Curb needJefs fears, and let no fond conceit 
 Abufc your freedom w'oman take and eat. 
 
 En)e. 'Tis true, we are immortal ; death is. yet 
 Unborn, and till rebellion make it death, 
 
 Undue, I know 'he fruit is good, until 
 Prefumptuous d’fobedieace make it ill. 
 
 The lips that open to this fruit ’s a portal 
 To let in death and make immortal mortal* 
 
 Serp. You cannot die ; come woman, tafle, and fear nots 
 Eve. Shall Eve tranfgrefs ? I dare nor, O I dare nor 
 Serf. Afraid ? why draw’ll thou back thy tim’rous arm I 
 Harm only falls on fuch as fear a harm. 
 
 Heav n knows and fears the virtue of this tree; 
 r will make you perfea Gods as well as he. 
 btretch forth thy hand, and let thy fondneft never 
 tear death : do, pull, and eat, and live for ever.. 
 
 Tis but an apple j and it is as good 
 I 0 do as to defire. Fruit’s made for food • 
 ill pull, and tafte, and tempt my Mafn too 
 i 0 know the fecrets of this dainty. Ser^. Do* 
 
 S. CHRYS. 
 
Book I. 
 
 Emhkms. 
 
 S. CHRVS. fup. Matth. 
 
 He forced him not: he touched him not : only faid, call: 
 tfey felf down; that voe may kmto^ that ■mhfoever oheyeth 
 the Devil cafteth himfelf down: for the devil way JuggeJf, 
 eompeU he cannot, 
 
 S. B E R N. in Ser. 
 
 Tt is the duviPs part to fuggef: ours, not to confent. Ar 
 oft as we refifi him, fo often we overcome him : as often as 
 we overcome him, fo often we bring joy to the angels, and glo- 
 ry to God, who opfofeth us, that we may contend^ and afif* 
 eth uSf that we may conquer. 
 
 EPIG. r. 
 
 Unlucky parliament! wherein at lafl-, 
 
 Both houfes are agreed, and firmly paft 
 An aft of death confirm’d by higher pow’rs 5. 
 O had ic had but fuch fuccef^ as ours I 
 
 
 \\v;NV v' tk W-'. \ 'XN 
 
Book I. 
 
 Emhhmsl 9 
 
 IT. 
 
 JAM. I. 
 
 Thft vphen lujl hath conceived, it vringeth 
 forth Jin 5 md Jin, when it is fnijhed, hring*^ 
 eth forth death. 
 
 I 
 
 L Ament, lament; look, look, what thou haft done 
 Lament the world’s, lament thine own eftate: 
 Look, look, by doing how thou art undone; 
 
 Lament thy fall, lament thy change of ftatc: 
 
 Thy faith is broken, and thy freedom gone, 
 
 See, fee too foon, what thou lament’d too Iate,| 
 
 O thou that were fo many men, nay, all 
 Abridg’d in one, how has thy defp’rate fall 
 Deftroy’d thj unborn feed, deftroy’d thy felf withal? 
 
 % 
 
 Uxorious Adam, whom thy Maker made 
 Equal to angels that excel in pow’r. 
 
 What haft thou done ? O why haft thou obey’d 
 Thine own deftruftion ? like a new-cropt flow i*, 
 How does the glory of thy beauty fade! 
 
 How are thy fortunes blaftcd in an hour! 
 
 How art thou cow’d that haft the pow’r to quell 
 The fpite of new fall’n angels, baffle hell. 
 
 And vie with thofe that flood, and vanquilh thofe that fell. 
 
 3 
 
 See how the world (whofe chaft and pregnant womb 
 Of late conceiv’d, and brought forth nothing ill) 
 
 Is 
 
 

 lO 
 
 Emllems, 
 
 Book I. 
 
 Is now degenerated, and become 
 
 A bafe adult’refs, whofe falfe births do fill 
 The earth with mongers, monftersthat do roam 
 And rage about, and make a trade to kill ; 
 
 Now glutt’ny paunches; luft begins to fpawn ; 
 Wrath takes revenge, and avarice a pawn ; 
 
 Pale envy pines, pride fwells, andfloth begins to yawn. 
 
 
 The Air that whifper’d, now begins to roar; 
 
 And bluft’ring "Boreas blows the boiling Tide ; 
 
 The whire-mourh’d water now ufurps the fliore, 
 
 And fcorns the pow'r of her tridental guide; 
 
 The fire now burns, that did but warm before, 
 
 And rules her ruier with refifltlcfs pride ; 
 
 Fire, water, earth, and air, that firfi were made 
 To be fiibdu’d, fee how they now invade; (obey’d. 
 They rule whom once they ferv’d, command where once 
 
 / 
 
 Behold ; that nakedriefs, that late bewray’d 
 tj now’s become thy fliame, thy wonder; 
 
 Behold ; thofe trees whofe various fruits were made 
 For food, now turn’d a fhade to fhrowd thee under; 
 
 fwhich thou haft difobey’d) 
 
 Jliat late was mufick, now affrights like thunder: 
 roor man,! are not thy joints grown faint with fha- 
 To view th elFea of thy bold undertaking, (king 
 That in one hour did’ft marr what beav’n fix days was 
 
 (making ) 
 
 & AUGUST. 
 
 
iook I« 
 
 Emlkms» 
 
 If 
 
 S. AUGUST, lib. r. dellb. arbit: 
 
 It is A mofi jujf punijhment, that man Jhoald lefe that fre£» 
 )«*, which man could not ufe, yet bad power to keep, if hi 
 ould f and that he who had knowledge to do what was 
 '^ght, and did not, Jhould be deprived of the knowledge of 
 hat was right ; that he who would not do righteoufly^ 
 hen he had the power, jhould lofe the power to do it, when he 
 ad the wiU. 
 
 HUGO deanima. 
 
 They are juftly punijh'd that ahufe lawful things, hut they 
 re mcjl jujily punijhed, that ufe unlawful things : thus Luci- 
 cr fed from heaven: thus Adam hji hisparadife. 
 
 EPIG. 2. 
 
 5ee how thefe fruitful kernels, being caft 
 Upon the earth, how thick they fprlng! how fad ! 
 A full ear’d crop and thriving, rank and proud ! 
 Prepoft’rous man firft fow’d, and then he plough’d. 
 

 odk I, Emllems. 
 
 Ilf. 
 
 PROV. 14. 15; 
 
 ven in hu^httr the heart is forrorrful^ and 
 the end of that mirth is heavinefs^ 
 
 I 
 
 y Las ! fond child, 
 
 H©w are thy thoughts beguil’d 
 0 hope for honey from a neft of wafps ? 
 
 Thou may’ft as well 
 Go feck for cafe in hell, 
 r fprightly Ncftat from the mouths of afps. 
 
 The W'orld’s a hive, 
 
 From whence thou can’ll derive 
 0 good, but what thy foul’s vexation brings: 
 
 Put cafe thou meet 
 Some petti- petti- fweer, 
 ch drop is guarded with a thoufand flings. 
 
 Why doft thou make 
 Thefe murm’nng troops forfake 
 
 their waxen homes ? 
 Their hive contains 
 
 No fweet that’s worth ihv pains; 
 
 icrc s nothing here, alas ! but empty combs. 
 
 Fortralh and toys, 
 «nd grief ingend’r ing J 
 
 1 - 
 
 joys, 
 
 Whac 
 
 
14 Emhlems, Book i 
 
 W/iat torment fecms too (harp for flefh and blood ! 
 
 What bitter pills, 
 
 Compos’d of real ills, 
 
 Men fwallow down to purchafeone falfc good! 
 
 t 
 
 5 
 
 The dainties here, 
 
 Are leaft what they appear; 
 
 Though fweet in hopes, yet in fruition four: 
 
 The fruit that’s yellow, 
 
 Is found not always mellow ; 
 
 The fairefl: tulip’s not the fweetelf flow’r. 
 
 Fond youth, give o’er. 
 
 And vex thy foul no more 
 In feeking what were better far unfound | 
 
 Alas! thy gains 
 Are only prelent pains 
 To gather fcorpions for a future wound- 
 
 7 
 
 What’s earth ? or in k, 
 
 That longer than a minute, 
 
 Can lend a free delight that can endure? 
 
 O who would droll, 
 
 Or delve in fuch a foil, 
 
 Where gain ’s uncertain and the. pain Is &re ? 
 
 & AUGUSlv 
 
Book I. En^lems, 15 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 Sw£ttneff in temporal matters is dettitful : It is a lahouf 
 and a perpetual fear; it rs a dangerous pleafure, whofe he~ 
 ginning is without providince, and whofe end is not without 
 repentance. 
 
 HUGO. 
 
 Luxury is an enticing pleafure, a hafard mirth, wJeich hafb 
 honey in her mouth, gad in her heart, and a (ling in her tail 
 
 . EPIG. 3. 
 
 What, Cupid, are thy lhafts already made ? 
 
 And feeking honey to fet up thy trade. 
 
 True emblem of thy fweets! thy bees do bring 
 Honey in their mouths, but in their tails a ^ing. 
 
 B 
 
Book t* 
 
 EmhlefHs, 
 
 — • 
 
 *7 
 
 IV. 
 
 PSALM 6z. 9 ; 
 
 To he laid in the halance, it is altogether 
 lighter than vanity. 
 
 I 
 
 P Ut !n another weight: ’TIs yet too light: 
 
 And yet, fond Cupid^ put another in ; 
 
 And yet another : Still there’s under- weight: 
 
 Put in another hundred: Put again ; 
 
 Add World to world ; then heap a thoufand more 
 To that ; then, to renew thy wafted ftore, 
 
 Take up more worlds on truft,to draw thy balance low*r. 
 
 Put in the flefti with all her loads of pleafure; 
 
 Put in great Mammn's endlefs inventory ; 
 
 Put in the pond’roiis a£h of mighty Cafar: 
 
 Put in the greater weight of Sveedens glory ; 
 
 Add Seipio's gauntlet; put in Platons gown: 
 
 Put Cj>«’s charms, put in the triple crown. 
 
 Thy balance will not draw ; thy balance will notdoW^ 
 
 I . 
 
 Lord ! what a world is this, which day and night, 
 
 Men feek with fo much toil, with fo much trouble ? 
 Which weigh’d in equal fcales is foupd fo light, 
 
 So poorly overbalanc’d with a bubble ? 
 
 Good God ! that frantick mortals Ihould deftroy 
 Their higher hopes, and place their idle joy 
 Upon fuch airy tralh, upon fo light a toy ! 
 
 B 2 Thoa 
 
Emhlems, 
 
 Book ti 
 
 iS 
 
 4 
 
 Thou holy Impoflor, how haft thou hefool’d 
 The tribe of man with couaterfeit defire! 
 
 How has the breath of thy faMe bellows cool’d 
 JHcav’ns free-born flame, and kindled baft a rd Are ! 
 How haft thou vented drofs inftead of treafure, 
 And cheated men with chyTrlfe weights and meafure. 
 Proclaiming bad for good j&gilding death with pleafurc ! 
 
 5 
 
 The world’s a crafty Strumpet, moft afiefiing 
 And clofcly foil’ wing thofe that moft rejefl her ; 
 But Teeming carelefs, nicely difrcfpejfting 
 And coyly flying thofe that moft afFeft her ; 
 
 If thou be free, fire’s ftrange ; if ftrange, (he’s free ; 
 Flee, and flac follows ; follow, and (he’ll flee : 
 Than (he there’s none more coy, there’s none more fond 
 
 (than (he. 
 
 6 
 
 O what a crocodilian world is this, 
 
 Compos’d of trcach’ries, and infoaring wiltes! 
 
 She cloaths deftruftion in a formal kifs, 
 
 And lodges death in her deceitful fmiles ; 
 
 She hugs the foul (he hares ; and there does prove 
 The very’ft tyrant, where (he vows to love, 
 And is a ferpenc moft, when moft (he Teems a dove. 
 
 7 
 
 Thrice happy he, whofe nobler thoughts defpifb 
 To make an obieft of fo eafie gains ; 
 
 Thrice happy he, w ho fcarns fo poor a prize 
 Should be the Crown of his heroick pains: 
 Thrice happy he, that ne’er was born to try 
 Her frowns or fmiles : or being born, did He 
 hi his fad nurfes arms an hour or two, and die. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Book I.: Embkim^ 
 
 S. AUGUST. Hb. Confeii: 
 
 e 
 
 O pu that dote upon this world, for what viSiory do ye 
 fight ? Tour hopes can he crowned with no greater reward^ than- 
 the world can ginse ; and what is the world hut a brittle thing 
 full of dangers, wherein we travel from lejfer to greater pe^ 
 rils ? O let all her vain, light, momentary glory perijh with^ 
 her felf and let us be converfant with more eternal things. 
 Mas I this world is miftrabU\ life is Jhort, and death is furti 
 
 EPIG. 4- 
 
 My foul, what’s lighter, than a feather ? Wind. ^ 
 Than wind ? The fire. Ahd what^than fire ? The mind. 
 What’s lighter than the mind ?A thought.Tha n thought? 
 This bubble world* What, than this bubble ? Nought. 
 
 j 
 
Book 
 
 Emlkmsi 
 
 
 V. 
 
 X Cor. 7. 31. 
 
 7 he fajhhf 9 of this World f^Jpth awap 
 
 G One are thofe golden days, wherein 
 
 Palcrconfcience ftarted not at ugly fin: 
 When good old Saturn^s peaceful throne 
 Was unuftirped by his bcardlefs Son : 
 
 When jealous Op ne’er fear’d th’ abufe 
 Of her chart bed, or breach of nuptial truce : 
 
 When juft jSpra» pois’d her fcales 
 In mortal hearts, whofe abfence earth bewails: 
 
 When froth-born Venus and her brat. 
 
 With all that fpurious brood young love begat. 
 
 In horrid lhapes were yet unknown ; 
 
 Thoft halcyon days, that golden age is gone.. 
 
 There was no client then to wait 
 The leifure of this long-tail’d advocate ; 
 
 The talion law was in requeft. 
 
 And Chanc’ry Courts were kept in ev’ry breaft 
 Abuftd ftatutes had no tenters. 
 
 And men could deal fecure without indentures : 
 
 There was no peeping hole to clear 
 The wittal’s eye from his incarnate fear; 
 
 There were no lurtful cinders then 
 To broil the carbonado’d hearts of men : 
 
 The rofie cheeks did then proclaim 
 A fhame of guilt, but not a guilt of fhame: 
 
 There was no whining foul to ftart 
 At CufuTs twang, or curfe his flaming dart ; 
 
 The Boy had then but callow wings, 
 
 And fell Erinnp' fcorpions had no ftings : 
 
 B 4 
 
 The- 
 
 %4 
 
Emblems* Book r. 
 
 The better.a£i’ed world did move 
 Upon the fixed poles of truth and love. 
 
 Love elicne’d in the hearts of men ! 
 
 Then reafon rul’d, there was no paffion then ; 
 
 Till luA and rage began to enter. 
 
 Love the circumf ’rence was, and love the centre j 
 Until the wanton days of "Sttnie 
 The fimple world was all compos’d of love ; 
 
 But Jov-e grew flefiily, falfe, unjuft ; 
 
 Inferiour beauty fill’d his veins withluft: 
 
 And cucquean Junc^s fury hurl’d 
 Fierce balls of rape into th* inceftuous world; 
 
 Jfiraa fled, and love return’d 
 From earth, earth boil’d with luft, with rage it burn*d| 
 And ever flnee the world hath been 
 Kept going with the fcourge of luft and fple^li. 
 
 s. AMBROSE 
 
Book i< 
 
 EnMttas. 
 
 »3 
 
 S. AMBROSE. 
 
 Ut^ U A fharp fpitr t9 vite^ which alaapi putteth th * . 
 ajftSlions. int^ a falfe gaUof. » 
 
 HUG O. 
 
 Lu^ is an immoderate^ wantonnefs of the fejh,' ^ fsoeet 
 poifon, a cruel peftihncc 'j a pernicious poifon, which weaken* 
 fth the body- of manj and efeminateth the Jirength of an "-- 
 htroick mind. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 Envy is the hatred of another's fit city : in refpeB of Snpe*' 
 riours^ becaufe they are not e^ual to them ; in refpebf of Inf e* 
 rioters, left he Jhould be equal to them ; in refpiB of Equals, 
 becaufe they are equal to them Through envy proceeded the^^i 
 fall of the world, and death of Chrifi. 
 
 EPIG. 
 
 5 < 
 
 Whaf, Cupid, muft the world be lafh d fo foon. 
 But made at morning and be whipt at noon ? 
 
 ’Tis like the wagg, that plays with mus doves, 
 The more ’tis lalh’d, the more perverfe it proves. 
 
 B 5 
 
 
Booktl 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 Vf. 
 
 ECCLES. 1. 17 * 
 
 All is vanity and vexation of S fir it. 
 
 H OW is the. anxious foul of man befool’d 
 In his defire*, 
 
 That thinks an heftick fever may be cool d 
 In flames of fire? 
 
 Or hopes to rake full heaps of burnilh’d gold ^ 
 trom nafty mire ? 
 
 A whining lover may as well requefl ' 
 
 A' fcornM breaft*^ , i r 
 
 To melt in gentle tears, as woo the world lor relr. t 
 
 Let wit, and all her fludied plots efftfl 
 The beft they can ; 
 
 Let fmiling fortune profper and perfefl 
 What wit began ; 
 
 Let earth advife with both, and fo project 
 A happy man ; 
 
 Lejt wit or fawning fortune vie their belt 
 
 • He'may be bleft . . 
 
 With all that earth can give j but earth can give norei^.'t. 
 
 Whofe gold is double with a careful handy 
 • .His cares are double 5 
 
 \.\nA YY 'I*:' A ■ XA. 
 
Efnhkms* Book t. 
 
 The pleafure, honour, wealth of iea and land 
 Bring but a trouble ; 
 
 The world it felf, and all the world’s command. 
 
 Is but a bubble. 
 
 The ftrong defires of maifs infatiate breaft 
 May ftand pofieft 
 
 Of all that earth can give; but earth can give no reft. 
 
 . . ■ < 
 
 4 
 
 The world’^s a feeming par’dife, but her own 
 And man’s tormentor; 
 
 Appearing fix’d, yet but a rolling ftone 
 Without a tenter; 
 
 It is a vaft circumference, where none 
 Can find a centre. 
 
 Of more than earth, can earth make none pofieft ; 
 
 And he that leaft 
 
 Regards this reftlefs World, flball in this World find reft. 
 
 5 
 
 True reft confifts not in the oft revying 
 Of worldly drofs ; 
 
 Earth’s miry purchafe is not worth the buying ; 
 
 Her gain is lofs ; 
 
 Her: reft but giddy toil, if not relying 
 Upon her crofs. 
 
 How worldlings droil for trouble! That fond breaft 
 That is pofibfs’d 
 
 Of earth without a crofs, has earth without a reft. 
 
 CAS& 
 
Jook I. EmUems. xT 
 
 CASS, in Pf. 
 
 tri^i it t^t inviMtihle fanHuary of the humhUf the 
 itiernm »/ the pretiil, the viBerj of Chrift, the defiruaiox 
 ^ the devil f the cmfirmatim of the faithful, the death oj 
 the unbeliever, the life of the jujl. 
 
 DAMASCEN. 
 
 The crofs of Chrijl is the key of paradife the weak wans 
 flaf j the convert's convoy ; the upright man s perfeBion j the 
 foul and bodies health ; the prevention of aU evil, and the 
 procurer^of all good. 
 
 j 
 
 EPIG. 6. 
 
 Worldlings, whofe whimp’ring folly holds the loiles 
 Of honour, pleafure, health, and weakh fuch croffes,] 
 Look here, and tell me, what your arms engrofs, 
 When the beft end of what he hogg^s a crofs ? 
 
 <iw 
 
3ook i>> 
 
 Bmlkms. 
 
 3 ( 9 ,. 
 
 VII. 
 
 I PET. J. 8. 
 
 foher, he vigilant , hecaufe jour advetr 
 fary the devil, as a roaring lion^ walkcth 
 abont, feeking whom he may devour.- 
 
 I 
 
 W Hy doft thou fuffcr ruftful flpth to creep, 
 
 Dull Cyprian lad, into thy wanton brows? 
 
 Is this a time to pay thine idle vows , 
 
 At Morpheus' Ihrine ? Is this a time, to fteep 
 Thy brains in waflrful {lumbers? up and rouzp 
 Thy leaden fpirit : Is this a time to fleep ?, 
 
 Adjourn thy fangiiine dreams, awake^ arife. 
 
 Call in thy thoughts; and let them all advife, 
 
 Ebd’ft thou, as many heads, as thou haft wounded ey|s' 
 
 Look, look, what horrid furies do await 
 Thy flattVing flumbers ! If thy drowzy.hcad 
 But chance to nod,, thou fali’ft into a bed 
 Of fulph’rous flames, whole torments want a date.. 
 Fond boy^ be wife, let not thy thoughts be fed 
 With Phrygian wifdojm ; fools are wife too late: 
 
 Beware betimes, and let thy reafon fever , 
 
 Thofe' gates which paflion clos’d ; wake now or never; 
 For if thou nod’ftthou fail’ft,. and falliag faU’ft for ct^er. 
 
 Mark,. 
 
30 
 
 Emhlems, 
 
 Book t 
 
 3 
 
 Mark, how the ready hands of death prepare : 
 
 His bow is bent» and he hath notch’d his dart j 
 He aims, he levels at thy fiumb’ring heart: 
 
 The wound is polling, O be wife, beware. 
 
 What, has the voice of danger loft the art 
 To raife the fpirit of ncglefted care ? 
 
 Weft, fleep thy fill, and take thy fofc repofes ; . 
 
 But know withal, fweet tails have four clofes j 
 And he repents in thorns, that fleeps in beds of roles. , 
 
 Yet, fluggard, wake, and gull thy foul no more 
 With earth’s falfe pleafure, and the world’s delight 
 Whofe fruit is fair, and pleafing to the fight, * 
 But four in tafte, falfe as the putrid core: 
 
 Thy flaring glafs is gems at her half light. 
 
 She makes thee feeming rich, but truly poor; 
 
 She boafts a kernel and bellows a Ihell ; 
 
 Performs an inch of her fair. promis’d ell : 
 
 Her words protefl a heav’n ; her works produce an hell. 
 
 O thou the fountain of whofe better part, 
 
 Is earth’d and gravel’d up with vain defire ; 
 
 That daily wallow’ft in the flelhjy mire 
 And bafc^pollution of a luftful heart, 
 
 That feel ft no pafiion, but in wanton fire, 
 
 And own’ll no torment but in Cupid\ dart : 
 
 Behold thy type; Thou fitt’ft upon this ball 
 Of earth, lecure, while death that flings at all. 
 Stands arm dfo ftrike thee down, where flames attend 
 
 (thy fall 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
S. BERN. 
 
 Seeurity is no whtre ; mither in heavin, mr in paradiftf 
 meb left in the world : In heaven the Jngels fed from the 
 \ivine Pr e fence \ in paradife, Adam fell from his place of 
 feafure ; in the world, Judas fed from the School of our 
 aviour. 
 
 HUGO. 
 
 I eat fecure, I drink fecure, I pep fecure, even as though 
 had pafi the day of death, avoided the day of judgment, nnd 
 leaped the torments of Hed-pe: I play and laugh, as though 
 were ulready triumphing in the Kingdom of Hsuven, 
 
 i 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 Get up, my foul; redeem thy flavini eyes 
 From dfowzy bondage ; O beware ; be wife : 
 
 ! Thy foe’s before thee ; thou mufl: fight or fly: 
 Life lies moft open in a clofed eye. 
 
 
look !• 
 
 ErnhUrn. 33 
 
 T 
 
 VIII. 
 
 LUKE 6 , 
 
 Voi le U thut laugh nm, for ]>( /ball 
 mourn and weef^ 
 
 T He world’s a poptilar difeafe, that reigns ^ 
 Within the Froward heart and frantick brains 
 ])f poor diftemper’d mortals, oft arifing 
 ?rom ill digeftion, through th’unequal poiTing 
 3f ill-weigh’d elements, whofe light directs 
 Vlalignant humours to malign effeas : 
 
 3ne raves and labours with a boiling liver ; 
 
 ^ends hair by handfuls, curfing Cupid s quiver; 
 \nothcr with a bloody flux of oaths , ^ 
 
 fe^ows deep revenge ; one doats : the other loatns • 
 
 Dne frisks and fings, and cries a flagon more 
 lo drench dry cares, and make the Welkin roar ; 
 Another droops: the Sun-Chine makes him fad 
 Heav’n cannot pleafc : one’s mop’d ; the other S mad ; 
 One hugs his gold ; another lets it fly : 
 
 He knowing not for whom ; nor t other why. 
 
 One fpcnds his day in plots, his night in play ; 
 Another flceps and flags both night and day : 
 
 One laughs at this thing j t’other cries for that s 
 Hut neither one nor t’other knows for what. 
 
 Wonder of wonders ! What we ought t’cvite 
 As our difeale, we hug as our delight : 
 
 ’Tis held a fymptom of approaching danger, 
 
 When difacquainted fenfe becomes a ftranger, 
 
 And takes no knowledge of an old difeafe ; 
 
 But whcjo 4 ,noifom grief begins to pleafe 
 
 The 
 
34 Emhlems, Book i. 
 
 The unrellfting fenfe, it is a fear 
 
 That death has paily’d, and compounded there,* 
 
 As when the dreadful Thund’rer’s awful hand 
 Pours forth a vial on th* infeftcd land, 
 
 At firft th'afFrightcd mortals ^uake and fear; 
 
 And evVy noife is thought the Thunderer: 
 
 But when the frequent foul-departing bell 
 Has pav’d their ears with her familiar knell, 
 
 It is reputed but a nine-day’s wonder, 
 
 They neither fear theThund’rer nor his Thunder. 
 
 So when the world (a worfc difeafe) began 
 To fmart for fin, poor new-created man 
 Could leek for flaelter, and his gen’rous Son 
 Knew by bis wages what his hands had done; 
 
 But faold-fae’d mortals in our bluf^lefs times 
 Can fing and fmile, and makea fport of crimes, 
 Tranfgrefs of cufiom, and rebel in eafe. 
 
 We falle joy’d fools can triumph in difeafe, 
 
 And (as the carelels Pilgrim, being bit 
 By the Tarantula, begins a fit 
 
 wafie our breatk 
 
 la Itvilh pleafure, till we laugh tu death.- 
 
 i 
 
 HUGO 
 
Emhlm's, 
 
 35 
 
 ook I. 
 
 HUGO de anitna. 
 
 What pnfit is there in vain^glory, moment aity mirth, the 
 orWs power, the fi. pi's pleafure, full riches, noble defcent, and 
 •eat defres ? Where is their laughter ? where is their mirth ? 
 'here their infolencel their arrogance^ From how much joy 
 I how much fadnefs! Jfter how much mirth, how much mU 
 ry ! From bow great glory are they fallen, to how great tor- 
 lents ! What bath fallen to them, may befall thee, becaufe 
 jouart aman: ihou art of earth-, thou liveji of earth! 
 ) 0 H /halt return 40 earth. Death txpelieth thee every where! 
 e wife therefore, and ex$e0 death every where. 
 
 EPIC. 8. 
 
 Vhat’ails the fool to laugh ? Does fomething pleafe/ 
 |iis vain conceit? Or is’c a meer difeale? 
 ool, giggle on, and wafte thy wanton breath ; 
 rhy morning laughter breeds an ev’ning death. 
 
ook I* EmUms. j7 
 
 IX. 
 
 I JOHN X. 17. 
 
 "he wld faffeth md M the luh 
 
 thereof. 
 
 T 
 
 3 Raw near, brave Sparks, whole fpirits fcorn to Ilghc 
 Your hallow’d tapers, but at honour’s flame j 
 ou, whofe heroick a£tions take delight 
 To varnifh over a new painted name.^ 
 l/’hofe high-bred thoughts difdain to take their flight, 
 But on th’ Icaridn wi,ngs of babbling fame j • 
 
 Behold how tott’ring are your high-built ftories (ries. 
 >f earth, whereon you truft theground-work of you^glo- 
 
 a 
 
 Lnd you, more brain-flck Lovers, that can prize 
 A wanton fmile before eternal joys; 
 rhat know no heaven but. in your Miftrefs’ eyes ; 
 
 That feel no pleafure, but what fenfe enjoys: 
 fhat can, like crown- diftemper’d fools, defpijfe 
 True riches, and like babies whine for toys': 
 
 Thing ye the Pageants of your hopes are able 
 to (land fecurc on earth, when eaith it felf ’s unflable ? 
 
 5 
 
 >me, dunghil Worldlings, you that root like fwine, 
 And call up golden trenches where ye come: 
 i^hofe only pleafure is to undermine. 
 
 And view thefecrets of your mother’s womb; 
 
 Come bring your Saint pouch’d in his leathern fhrine, 
 And fummon all your griping Angels home ; 
 
 Behold your world, the banje of all your ftore 
 rhe world ye fo admire, the world ye fo adore, 
 
 A 
 
38 
 
 Emhlms^ 
 
 Book I 
 
 4 
 
 A feeble world, whofe hot-moutbM pkafures tire 
 Before the race j before the ftart, retreat ; 
 
 A faithlefs world, whofe falfe delights expire 
 ■Before the term of half their promis’d date: 
 
 A fickle world, not worth the leaft defire, 
 
 Where ev’ry chance proclaims a change of flate : 
 
 A feeble, faithlefs, fickle world, whcreiir 
 Each motion proves a vice j and cvVy aO: a fin. 
 
 5 
 
 The beauty, that of late was in her flow’r j 
 Is now a ruine, not to raife a luft: 
 
 He that' was lately drench’d in Dansis Ihow’r, 
 
 Is mafter now of neither good nor truftj 
 Whofe honour late was mann’d with princely pow’r. 
 His glory now lies buried in the dull ; 
 
 O who would truft this world, or prize whatVin it, 
 That gives and takes, and chops and changes ev’ry mi- 
 
 (nute. 
 
 6 
 
 Nor length ©fdays, nor foUd firength of brain, 
 
 Can find a place wherein to reft fecure: 
 
 The world -is various, and the earth is vain, 
 
 nothing certain here, there’s nothing furc: 
 We trudge, we travel, but from pain to pain, 
 
 And what’s our only grief’s our only cure: 
 
 ’'^•Qtld s a torment; he that would endeavour 
 To find the way to reft, muft feek the way to leave her. 
 
 S. G R E G. 
 
Book I. 
 
 Emhkm. 
 
 39 
 
 S> GREG, in hom. 
 
 Behold the mrld is voithered in it felf, yet flourijheth in 
 mr hearts, every where death, every where grief, every where 
 defolation: On every fide we are f mitten on every fide filled 
 with bitternefs, and yet with the blind mind of carnal de- 
 fire, we love her bitternefs : It flieth and we follow it ; it 
 falleth, yet we fiick to it -: And becaufe we cannot enjoy it 
 falling, we fall with it, and enjoy it fallen. 
 
 EPIG. 9. 
 
 If fortune fall, or envious time but fpurn, 
 
 The world turns round, and with the world we turn i 
 When fortune fees, and Lynx«eyM time is blind, 
 ril truft thy joys, O world, till then, the wind. 
 
 C 
 
•Book 
 
 Emhkms, 
 
 41 
 
 H Ere’syour right ground .- wag gently o’er this black : 
 
 ’Tis a fhort caft ; y’are quickly at the jack. 
 
 Rub, rub an inch or two ; two crowns to one 
 
 On this bowl’s lide ; blow wind, ’tis fairly thrown: 
 The next bowl’s worfe that comes ; come bowl away : 
 
 Mammon, you know the ground, untutpr’d play; 
 Your laft was gone, a yard of ftrcngth well fpar’d, 
 Had touch’d the block ; your hand is ftill too hard. 
 Brave paftime, readers, to confume^hat day, 
 
 Which without paftime flics too fwift away ! 
 
 See how they labour ; as if day and night 
 Were both too Ihort to ferve their loofe delight: 
 See how their curved bodies wreath, and skrew 
 Such antick fliapes as Proteus never knew ; 
 
 One raps an oath, another deals a curfe ; 
 
 He never better bowl’d ; this never worfe : 
 
 One rubs his itchlefs elbow, Ihrugs and laughs, 
 
 The other bends his beetle brows, and chafes: 
 Sometimes they whoop; fometimes their Stygian cries 
 Send their black Santo's to the blulhing skies: 
 
 Thus mingling humours in a mad confufion. 
 
 They make bad premifes, and worfe concluflon ; 
 But where’s a palm that fortune’s hand allows 
 To blefs the viflor’s honourable brows ? 
 
 Con^, irc^der, come ; I’ll light thine eye the way 
 To view the prize, the while the gamefters play: 
 
 C a 
 
 Clofe 
 
42 Emhlems. Book l. 
 
 Clofe by the jack, behold, jill fortune (lands 
 To wave the game ; fee in her partial hands 
 The glorious garland’s held in open Ihow, 
 
 To cheat the lads, and crown the conqu’ror*s brow. 
 The world’s the jack ; the gamefters that contend , 
 
 Are Cupid, Mammon: that judicious fiend. 
 
 That gives the ground, is Satan: and the bowls 
 Are finful thoughts ; the prize, a crown for fools, 
 ‘Who breaths that bowls not? What bold tongue can fay 
 Without a blufli, he has not bowl'd to day ? 
 
 It is the trade of man, and ev’ry finner 
 
 Has play’d his rubbers: every foul’s a winner. 
 
 The vulgar proverb’s croft, he hardly can 
 Be a good bowler and an honeft man. 
 
 ■ Good God ! turn thou my Brazil thoughts anew ; 
 
 New- foie my bowls, and make their byafs true, 
 ril ceafe to game, till fairer ground be giv’n, 
 
 Nor wifti to win, until the mark be heav’n. 
 
 s. BERN. 
 
BmUms* 
 
 [^oot^ \\ 
 
 S. BERNARD, lib. de confid. 
 
 Oyott of Adam, you covetous generations^ what have 
 ye to do with earthly riches, which are neither true, nor 
 yours ? Gold and Silver are real earth, red and white,^ which 
 the only error of man makes, or rather reputes, precious: In * 
 fhort, if they be yours, carry them with you. 
 
 S. HIERON. in Ep. 
 
 O Lufl, thou infernal fire, whofe fewel is gluttony', whofe ' 
 ^ame is pride ; whofe fparkles are wanton words ; whofe fmokt • 
 it infamy j whofe ajhes are uncUannefs j whofe end it hsU. 
 
 EtPIG. 10. 
 
 Mammon well follow’d y Cupid bravely led | , 
 
 Both touchers ; equal fortune makes a dead : 
 
 No reed can meafure where the conqueft lies ; 
 Take my advice j compound, and ihare the prize, 
 
 C 3 
 
Emblems^ 
 
 XL 
 
 X. 
 
 EPHES. 1. 2. 
 
 7> walked according to the courfe of this world, 
 according to the prince of the air, 
 
 I 
 
 O Whither will this mad-brain world at lad 
 
 Be driv’n ? Where will her reftlefs wheels arrive ? 
 Why hurries on her ill-rnatch’d pair fo fall? 
 
 O whither means heryfudous groom to drive? 
 
 What, will her rambling fits be never paft ? 
 
 Forever ranging? Never once retrieve? 
 
 Will Earth’s perpetual progrefs ne’er expire ? 
 
 Her team continuing in their frefii career; 
 
 And yet they never reft, and yet they never tire. 
 
 a 
 
 Sol’s hot-mouth’d fteeds, whofe noftrils vomit flame. 
 And brazen lungs belch forth quotidian fire. 
 
 Their twelve hours task’perform’d grow ftiff and lame, 
 And their immortal fpirirs faint and tire : 
 
 Ac th’ azure mountains foot their labours claim 
 The privilege of reft, where they retire. 
 
 To quench their burning fetlocks, and go fteep 
 Their flaming noftrils in the weftern deep. 
 
 And frefh their tired fouls with ftrength*reftori-ng fleep* 
 
 5 
 
 But thefe prodigious hackneys, bafely got 
 ’Twixt men and devils, made for race or flight, 
 
 GSn drag the idle world, expe£l:ing not 
 The bed of reft, but travel with delight; 
 
 Who never weighing way nor weather, croc 
 
 C 4- Through. 
 
46 EmUems. Book i. 
 
 Through dufi: and dirt, and droil both night and day j 
 Thus droil thefe fiends incarnate, whofe free pains 
 Are fed with dropfies and venereal blains. 
 
 No need to ufe the whip ; but ftfength to rule the reins. 
 
 4 
 
 Poor captive world ! How has thy lightnefs giv’n 
 A juft occafion to thy foes illufion ? 
 
 O, how art thou betray’d thus fairly driv’n 
 In feeming triumph to thy own confufion ? 
 
 How is thy empty univerfe bcreav’n 
 Of aH true joys, by one falfe joy’s delufion ? 
 
 So I have leen an unblown virgin fed 
 With fu gat’d words fo full, that fhe is kd 
 A fair attended bride to a falfe bankrupt’s bed. 
 
 5 
 
 pull gracious Lord ! Let not thine arm forfake 
 The world impounded in her own devices; 
 
 Think ofthat pleafure that thou once did’ft take 
 Amongft the lilies and fweet beds of fpices. 
 
 Hale ftrongly, thou whofe hand has pow’r to flack 
 The fwift-foot fury of ten thoufand vices : 
 
 Let not thy duft-devouring dragon boaft, 
 
 His craft has won what Juda's lion loft; 
 
 Remember what is crav’d ; recount the price it cofl. 
 
 ISIDOR. 
 
Boofc’lv' 'Emlims. 
 
 IS IDO R. lib. I. De fummo borto. 
 
 47 , 
 
 By hon> much the nearer Satan perceiveth the world to an 
 end, by fo much the more fiercely he trouhleth it with perfecu- 
 tion ; that knowing himfeif is tv be damned, he may get com^ 
 pany in his damnation. 
 
 CYPRIAN, in Ep. 
 
 Broad and fpacious is the road to infernal life ; there are 
 enticements and death-bringing pleafures. There the devil 
 flatter eth that he may deceive ; fmiletb that he may enda-^ 
 mage', aUmeth that he may defiroy. 
 
 EPIC. II 
 
 Nay, foft and fair, good world 5 pod not toofaftj 
 Thy journies end requires not half this haft. 
 Unlefs that arm thoufodifdain’ft, repriyes thee, 
 Alas! thou needs muft go, the devil drives thee, 
 
 C 5 
 
4 ^' 
 
Book 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 49 
 
 XIL 
 
 ISAIAH 66. II. 
 
 Te [uck, hut mt he fatisfied with the hreajl 
 of her confoUtion. 
 
 W?! 
 
 Hat never fill’d ? Be thy lip's skrew’d fo fafi: (thee:; 
 To th’earth’s full breaft ? for fliame,for fiiame unfeize 
 Thou tak’ft a furfeit where thou (houl’d but tafi. 
 
 And mak’ft too much not half enough to pleafe thee. 
 Ah fool, forbear ; thou fwalloweft at one breath ■ 
 Both food and poifon down j thoudraw’fi both 
 
 2 
 
 The ub’rous breafts, when fairly drawn, repaCl 
 The thriving infant with their milky itooci, 
 
 But being overftrain’d, return at lafl: , , , , 
 
 Unwholfom gulps compos d of wind and blood. 
 
 A mod’rate ufe does both repaft and pleafe ; ^ 
 
 Who ftrains beyond a mean, draws in and gulps dileaic. 
 
 "f - 
 
 Bur, O that mean,, whofe good the leafi abufe 
 
 Makes bad, is too too hard to be diredted : ^ , 
 
 Ca-n thorns bring grapes or crabs a pleakng juice . 
 There’s nothing wholfom,where the whole^s infeaeJ, 
 Unfeize thy lips; earth’s milk’s a ripen d core 
 That drops from her difeafe,Hhat matters from her foie. 
 
 4 
 
 TKlnVfi thou that paunch, that 
 
 Is thriving fat ; or flcih, that fterns o ’ ‘ ^ ' 
 
 Thy paunch is dropfied and rhy cheeks are 
 Thy lips are white, and thy complexion 
 
so 
 
 Book I. 
 
 Thy skin’s a bladder blown with watry tumours • 
 Thy flefh a trembling bog, a quagmire full of humours. 
 
 S 
 
 And thou, whofe thrivelefs hands are ever draining * 
 Earth’s fluent breafts into an empty fieve, 
 
 That always half, yet always art complaining, 
 
 And whin’ft for more than earth has pow’r to give : 
 Whofe treafure flows and flees away as faft j 
 That ever haft, and haft, yet haft not what thou haft. 
 
 6 
 
 Go chufe a (ubftance, fool, that will remain 
 Within the limits of rhy leaking meafure : 
 
 Ur elfc go feek an urn that will retain 
 The liquid body of thy flipp’ry treafure: 
 
 Alas ! how poorly are thy labours crown’d ^ 
 Thy liquor s never fweet, nor yet thy velTel found. 
 
 7 
 
 And being kept with c^re.th^yiofttheTrrK^uTkeTp^^ 
 
 S. GREG. 
 
s. GREG. Horn. 3. fecund, parte Ezech. 
 
 If xos gi<ve mm to the fiejh than voe ought ^ vpe murijh an 
 enemy ; if we give not u her necejfity what we ought, we de-> 
 froy a citizen : the fle^ if to be fatisfied fo far as fuffices to 
 our good ; whofoever alloweth fo much to her as to make her 
 proud, knowetb not how to he fatisfied i to be fatisfied is a 
 great art -, lefi by the fatiety of the fiejh <we break forth into 
 the inicpuity of her folly. 
 
 > 
 
 HUGO de anima. 
 
 
 The heart is a fmall thing, but defir eth great matters. 
 Jt is not fuificient for a kitds dinner, yet the whole world is 
 not Jufficient for it. 
 
 y 
 
 \ $ 
 
 EPIG. 12. 
 
 What naaies thee, fool, fofat? fool, thee fo bare? 
 Ye fuck the felf-fame milk, the felf-fame air : 
 
 No mean betwixt all paunch, and skin and bone ? 
 
 The mean’s a vii tue, and the v/orld h?s none. 
 
 
thsir deeds are eviL 
 
 Ord, when we leave the world and come to thee, 
 
 How dull, howflugare we! 
 
 How backward I How prepoftVous is the motion 
 
 Of our ungain devotion ! 
 
 Our thoughts are milftones, and our fouls are lead. 
 
 And our defircs are dead : 
 
 Our vows are fairly promis’d, faintly paid ; 
 
 Or broken, or not made: 
 
 Our better work (if any good) attends 
 
 Upon our private ends : 
 
 In whofe perforuiance one poor worldly fcoiF 
 
 Foils us, or beats us off". 
 
 If thy lharp fcourge find out fome fecret fault, 
 
 We grumble or revolt, 
 
 And if thy gentle hand forbear, we ftray, 
 
 Or idly lofe the way. 
 
 Is the road fair ? we loyter ; clogg’d with mire ? 
 
 We ftick or elfe retire ; 
 
 A lamb appears a lion ; and we fear. 
 
 Each bufli we fee’s a bear. 
 
 When our dull fouls dircQ: our thoughts to thee, 
 
 As. flow as fnails are we: 
 
 But at the earth We dart our wing’d defire, 
 
 We burn, we burn like fire. 
 
 Like as the am’rous needle joys to bend 
 
 To her niagnctick friend : 
 
 Or 
 
54 EmUems; Book i, 
 
 Or as tke greeely lover’s eye- balls fly 
 
 Ac his fair miftrefs’ eyet 
 
 So, fo we cling to earth ^ we fly; and puff, 
 
 Yet fly not faft enough. 
 
 If pleafure beckon with her baijny hand, 
 
 Her beck’s a ftrong command: 
 
 If honour calls us with a courtly breath,. 
 
 An hour’s delay is death : 
 
 If profit’s golden-fioger’d charm enveigles, 
 
 We clip more fwift than eagles: 
 
 Let Au^er weep, or bluft’ring Bureas roar 
 
 Till eyes or lungs be fore : 
 
 Let Neptune fwell until his dropfy Tides 
 
 ^ ^ Burfi: into broken tides: 
 
 Nor threat’ning rocks, nor winds, nor waves, nor fire, 
 
 Can curb our ^fierce defire; 
 
 Nor fire, nor rocks, can flop our furious minds, 
 
 Nor waves, nor winds: 
 
 How faft and fearlefs do our footfteps flee ! 
 
 The light-foot roe-buck’s not fo fwift as we. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
look I. 
 
 Emhlms. 55 
 
 S. AUGUST, fup. Pfal. <?4. 
 
 Two feveral lovers huilt tteo feveral cities- the hv^ of 
 rod buildeth a Jerufalem ; the love of the "world huildeth a 
 }abylon : Let every one enquire of himfelf rohett he lovethf 
 md he Jha3 refolve himfelf of -whence he is a citi&en. 
 
 S. AUGUST, lib 3. ConfeC 
 
 AU things are driven by their own "weight, and tend to 
 heir o-wn centre ', my -weight is my love •, by that I am dri* 
 mn "whitherfoever I am driven. 
 
 Ibidecn. 
 
 Lord, he hveth thee the lefs, that loveth arty thing with 
 >hee, which he hveth not for thee. 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 Lord, fcourge my afs, if fiie ftiould make no hafl-, 
 And curb my flag, if he fliould fly too faft : 
 
 If he be over-fwift, or (he prove idle, 
 
 Let love lend him a fpur ; fear, her a bridle. 
 
Book t. 
 
 Emblemt* 
 
 S7: 
 
 XIV. 
 
 PSALM 13. 3- 
 
 JUghtcn fnins eyes^ 0 Lord^ left 1 Jlecp the 
 
 Jleep of death. 
 
 W lll’t ne’er be morning ? Will tbar promis’d light 
 Ne’er break, and clear thofe clouds of night? 
 Sweet Phofphor, bring the day, 
 
 Whofe conqu’ring.ray . i j 
 
 May chafe thefe fogs ; fweet Phof^kr, bring the day. 
 
 How long ! How long fiiall thefe blighted eyes 
 Languilh in fliades, like feeble flies * ^ 
 Expeffing' fpring ? How long (hall darknels foil 
 The face of earth, and thus beguile 
 Our fouls of fprightful aaion ? When, when Will day 
 
 Begin to dawn, whofe new-born ray 
 
 May gild the weather-cocks of our devotion. 
 
 And give our unfoufd fouls new motion ? 
 
 Sweet Pkfphor^ bring the day ; 
 
 Thy light will fray 
 
 Thefe horrid mifts ; fweet Pkfpkr, bring the day. 
 
 Let thofe have night that flily love t’immure 
 Their cloifter’d crimes, and fin fecure ; 
 
 Let thofe have night that blufti to let men know 
 The bafenefs they ne’er blufli to do ; 
 
 Let thofe have night that love to have a nap, 
 
 And loll in ignorance’s lap ; 
 
 Let thofe whofe eyes, like owls, abhor the light, 
 
 Let thofe have ftighr that love the night : 
 
 Sweet 
 
Book I. 
 
 5? Emhkms, 
 
 Sweet Phofphor bring the day • 
 
 How fad delay 
 Affli£ts dull hopes ? Sweet Phfphor bring the day. 
 
 Alas ! my light in vain expecting eyes 
 Can find no objefts, but what rife 
 From this poor mortal blaze, a dying (park 
 OfFalcan's forge, whofe flames are dark, 
 
 A dang’rous, dull blue-burning light, 
 
 As melancholy as the night: * 
 
 Here s all the funs that glifler in the Iphere 
 Of earth: Ah me! what comfort’s here? 
 
 Sweet Phofphor bring the day; 
 
 Hafte, hafle away 
 
 Heav n s loit ring lamp j fweet Phofphr^ bring the day. 
 
 Blow, Ignorance: O thou, whofe idle knee 
 Rocks earth into a lethargy, 
 
 And with thy footy fingers hafl bedight 
 The world’s fair cheeks, blow, blow thy fpight ; 
 Si^ce thou haft puft our greater taper: do 
 P^fF on, and out the lefler too ; 
 
 If e’er that breath-exiled flame return, 
 
 Thou haft not blown, as it will burn : 
 
 Sweet Phofphor, bring the day : 
 
 Light will repay 
 
 The wrongsof night; fweet- bring the day. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Book i 
 
 EmUms* 
 
 59 
 
 S. AUGUST, in Joh. Ser. 19. 
 
 Qnd is aU to thee : If thou be hungry, he is bread ; if 
 thirjiy, he is water ; if darknefs he is light j if naked, he k 
 a robe of immortality. 
 
 ALANUS de cong. nar. 
 
 Cod is a light that is never darkned\ an nnttearied life 
 that cannot die j a fountain always f owing ; a garden of life j 
 a fiminarj of wifdom } a radical beginning of all goodntfs. 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 My Ibul, If ignorance puff out this light, 
 
 She’ll do a favour that intends a fpight : 
 
 ’T feems dark abroad ; but take this light away^ 
 Thy windows will difegver break*a-day. 
 
Boot i; 
 
 i 
 
The devil is come unto you^ having great 
 math, hecaufe he knoweth that he hath 
 hut a Jhort time. 
 
 I 
 
 L Ord, can’ft thou fee and fuffer? Is thy hand 
 
 Still bound to th’ peace ? Shall earth’s black Mo^ 
 A full pofleffion of thy wafted land ? (narch take 
 O, will thy flunab’ring vengeance never wake, 
 
 Till fullag’d law-rcfifting cuftom ihake . 
 
 The pillars of thy right by falfe command ? 
 
 Unlock thy clouds, great thund’rer, and come down 
 Behold thofe temples wear thy facred crown ; 
 Redrefs, redrefs our wrongs; revefige, revenge thy own. 
 
 See how the bold ufurper mounts the fea£ 
 
 Of royal majefty. ; how overftrawing ' 
 
 Perils with plea Cure, pointing ev’ry threat 
 
 With bug-bear death, by torments over-awing 
 Thy frighted ftibjftds; or by favours drawing 
 Their tempted hearts to his unjuft retreat ; 
 
 Lord, can’ft thou be fo mild, and he fo bold ? 
 
 Or can thy flocks be thriving, when the fold 
 Is govern’d by the fox ? Lord, can’ft thou fee and hold ? 
 
 3 
 
 That fwlft-wing’d advocate, that did commence 
 Our welcome fuits before the King of Kings, 
 
 That 
 
 
6z Emblems* Book i. 
 
 That fweet embaflador, that hurries hence 
 What airs th’ harmonious foul or fighs or fings, 
 
 See how fhe flutters with her idle wings ; 
 
 Her wings are dipt, and eyes put out by fenfe ; 
 Senfe-conqu’ring faith is now grown blind and cold 
 And bafely craven’d, that in times of old * 
 
 Did conquer heav’n it fclf, do what th’ Almighty could. 
 
 4 
 
 Behold how double fraud does fcourge and tear 
 Aftraa^s wounded fides, plough’d up, and rent 
 With knotted cords, whofe fury has no ear; 
 
 See how (he Hands a pris’ner to be fenc 
 A Have into eternal banifhment, 
 
 I know not whither, G, I know not where ; 
 
 Her patent muft be cancel’d in difgrace ; 
 
 And rweet-lipc fraud, with her divided face, 
 
 Muft aft part, rauft take Apdiis place. 
 
 5 
 
 faith's pinion’s dipt ! and fair Apaa gone ! 
 
 Quick feeing Faith now blind, and Jupce fee : 
 
 Has Jupce now found wing's? And has Faith none? 
 What do we here? Who would not wilh to be 
 Diflblv’d from earth, and with Aifiraa flee 
 From this blind dungeon to that fun-bright throne ? ' 
 Lord, is thy fcepcre loH, or laid afide ? 
 
 Is hell broke loofe, and all her fiends untied 
 Lord, rife, and rouze, & rule,and crufli their furious pride. 
 
 PETER 
 
Book I. Emblems, 4z 
 
 PETER R A V in Matth. 
 
 T^e Dtvil it the author of evil, the fountain of vt'ckedmfs, 
 the adverfary of the truth, the corrupter of the World, wan) 
 perpetual enemy \ he planteth fnares, diggetb ditches, fpurretk 
 bodies, he padeth fouls, he fuggejieth thoughts, btlcheth anger 
 expofeth virtues to hatred, maketh vices beloved, foroeth error 
 murijheth contention, difributeth peace, and feat tenth affUSfionl 
 
 MACAR. 
 
 Let us fuffer with thofe that fufer, and he crucified with 
 thofo that are crucijhd, that we may he glorified with thofe 
 that are glorified. ^ 
 
 SAVANAR. 
 
 If there be no enemy no fight ^ if m fight, novifloryx if 
 ns viSlory, m crown. * 
 
 EPIC. ij. 
 
 My foul, fit thou a patient looker on ; 
 
 ^dge not the play before the ^ay is done. 
 
 Her plot has many changes: Bv’ry day 
 Speaks a new feene : the laft aft crowns the Plav 
 
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 Emblems^ 6^ 
 
 THE 
 
 SECOND BOOK. 
 
 I. 
 
 ^ ISAIAH 5'o. 11. 
 
 Ton that watk in the light of your oron fire ^ 
 and in the Jp arks that ye have kindled, ye 
 fhdU lie doivn in forrow. 
 
 I 
 
 D (5>, filly Cupid, fnuff and trim 
 Thy falfe, tby feeble light, 
 
 And make her felf-confumlng flames more bright • 
 Methinks. file burns too diih. 
 
 Is this that fprightly fire, . , 
 
 , Whofe more than fadred beams infipire 
 The ravifiic hearts of men, and (b inflame defire? 
 
 2 
 
 See, boy, how thy unthrifty blaze 
 Confumts, how fall fiie wains ; ir TT 
 
 She fpends her felf, and her, whofc wealth maintains 
 Her weak, her idle rays. "I 
 
 Cannot thy luftful blafi 
 
 , Which gave it luftre, make it laft ? ffo fafi? 
 
 What^earc can Ibng be pleas’d, where pleafare fpends 
 
 3 
 
 Go, wanton, place thy pale-fac’d light 
 Where never-breaking day 
 Intends to vifit mortals, or difplay 
 Thy fallen (hades of night: 
 
 , Thy torch will burn more clear 
 f Inmighc’s litj-jir/iw’rf Hemifphere ; 
 
 Heaven’s fcornful flames and thine can never cb-appear. 
 
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 4 - 
 
 In vain thy bufie bands addrefs 
 Their labour to difplay 
 Thy eafie blaze within the verge of day ; 
 
 The greater drowns the lefs ! 
 
 If heav’n’s bright glory fhine, 
 
 Thy glimirirg fparks muft needs refign ; 
 
 Puff out heav’n’s glbry then, or heaven will work out 
 
 (thine. 
 
 5 - 
 
 Go, Cupitfs rammlfti Pandar. go, 
 
 Whofe dull, whofe low defirc 
 Can findfufficient warmth from nature’s fire, 
 
 Spend borrow'd breath, and blow, 
 
 Blow wind made ftrong with fpight ; 
 
 When thou haft puft the greater light 
 Thv lefier fpark may fhine, and warm the new-made 
 ^ (nighn 
 
 Deluded mortals, tell me when 
 Your daring breath has blown 
 Deav’n’s taper out, and you have fpent your own, 
 What fire fhall vrarm you then ? 
 
 Ah fools, perpetual night 
 Shall haunt your fouls with Stygian (tight , 
 
 Where they fhall boil in flames, but flames fhall bnng 
 
 (no light. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Booki. Entiltm- 6j 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 The fuffieienty of my merit it to knm that mj merit it' 
 not fuffieient. 
 
 S. GREG. Mor. ay. 
 
 By how much the lefs man feth him felf hy fo much the 
 left he difpkafeth himfelf ; and by how much the more he fetth 
 the light of grace f hy fo much the more he difdaineth the 
 light of nature. 
 
 S. GREG. Mor. 
 
 The light of the nnderfandingf humility kindhth, and' 
 pride tovsreth. 
 
 EPIG. I. 
 
 Thou blow’ll heav’n’s fire, the whilil thou go’ft about, 
 Rebellious fool, in vain to blow it our. 
 
 Thy folly adds confufion to thy death ; 
 
 Hcav’n’s fire confounds, when fann’d with follies breath. 
 
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 ECCLES. 4. 8. 
 
 7 here is no end of all his lahour, neither is 
 his eye, fatisfied with riches, 
 
 O H0W cm widen’d arms can over-ftretch 
 
 Their own dimenfions ! How our hands can reach 
 Beyond their diftance I How our yeilding bread 
 Can fhrink to be more full and full poflefl: 
 
 Of this inferiour orb! How earth refin’d 
 Can cling to fordid earth! How kind to kind ! 
 
 We gape, we grafp, we gripe, add ftore to ftore ^ 
 Enough requires too much j too much craves more. 
 We charge our fouls fo fore beyond their Hint, 
 
 That we recoil or burft : the bufie mint 
 Of our laborious thoughts is ever going*. 
 
 And coining new defires; defires not lowing 
 Where next to pitch, but like the boundlefs ocean 
 Gain, and gain ground, and grow more ftrong by motion. 
 The pale-fac’d Lady of the black ey’d night 
 Firft tips her horned brows with eafie light, 
 
 Whofe curious train of fpangled Nymphs attire 
 Her next night’s glory with incrcafing fire; 
 
 Each ev’hing adds more lufire, and adorns 
 The growing beauty of her grafping horns: 
 
 She fucks and draws her brother’s golden ftore. 
 
 Until her glutted orb can fuck no more, 
 
 Ev’n fo the vulture of infatiate minds 
 
 Still wants, and wanting feeks, and feeking finds 
 
 New fewel to increafe her rav’nous fire, 
 
 The grave is Tooner cloy’d than mens defire : 
 
 We crofs the feas, and mid ft her waves we burn, 
 Tranfporting lives, perchance, that ne’er return f 
 
 D. 4 We 
 
fo Emhlems, Book t. 
 
 We fack, we ranfack to the utmoft fands 
 Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands ; 
 
 We travel fea and foil, we pry, we prowl, 
 
 We progrefs, and we prog fom pole to pole ; 
 
 We fpendjDur mid-d.ay fweat, ojir mid-night oil, 
 
 We tire the night in ‘thought, the day in toil: 
 
 We make arc fervile, and the trade gentile, 
 
 (Yet both corrupted with ingenious guile) 
 
 JTo compafs earth, and with her empty ftore 
 To fill our arms, and grafp one handful more ; 
 
 Thus feeking reft, our labours never ceafe, 
 
 But as our years, our hot defires increafc: 
 
 Thus we, poor little worlds! with Wood and fweat 
 In vain attempt to comprehend the great; 
 
 Thus, in our gain become wc gainful Jofers, 
 
 And what’s enclos’d, enclofes the enclofcrs. 
 
 Now, reader, clofe thy book, and then advift; 
 
 Be wifely worldly, be not worldly wife ; 
 
 Let not thy nobler thoughts b« always raking 
 The world’s bafe dunghil ; vermin’s took by taking : 
 Take heed thou truft not the deceitful lap 
 Of wanton Valilahi the world’s a trap. 
 
 HUGO 
 
Book %* 
 
 EwUmSjf 
 
 7i 
 
 HU GO df anlma. 
 
 Teff tnt where he thofe »o)P, that fo lately lev d and 
 hugged the world ? Nothing remaineth of them but dufl and 
 worms ; ohferve what thofe men were ; what thofe men are : 
 They were like thee ; they did eaty drinky laugh, and led 
 merry days ; and in a moment /lift into hell. Here their 
 flejh is food for worms, there their foals are fewel for fire, 
 till they Jball he rejoined in an unhappy fedowjhiy, and cafi in^ 
 to eternal tormeiits ; where they that were once companions in 
 fin, fyaS he hereafter partners in punipjmtnt. 
 
 EPIG 2. 
 
 Gripe, Cupid, and gripe ftill, until that wind. 
 
 That’s pent ^fore, find fecrec vent behind : 
 
 And when thou’aft done, hark here, I tell thee what^ 
 Before I’ll truft thy armful; Til trull char. 
 
 D S 
 
Emblems. Book 
 lit 
 
 ^'^rt amat iflc ; Hamcit u-mor 
 
 7Z 
 
 
Book z- 
 
 EmUenti, 
 
 7i 
 
 IIL 
 
 JOB i8.8. 
 
 J3e h caft into a net hy his om feet-, and 
 wdketh upon a fnare. 
 
 I 
 
 W Hat ? nets^nd qtiiver too? what need there all' 
 Thefe fly devices to betray poor men? 
 
 Die they not fafl enough when thoufands fall 
 Before . thy dart ? what need thefe engines then ? 
 Attend they not, and anfwer to thy call, 
 
 Like nightly coveys, where rhou lift and when ? 
 What needs a ftratagem where ifrength can fway?' 
 Of what needs ftrength compel where none gainfay ? 
 Or what needs ftratagem or llreng^rb, where hearts obey ? 
 
 Husband thy flights: It is but ^ain to waft'e 
 Honey on thofe that will l>e catch’ d with gall 5.; 
 Thou canft. nor, ah ! thou can ft not bid fo faft’^ 
 
 As men obey : Thou art more flow to call 
 Than they to come 5 thou canft not make fuch baft " 
 To ftrike,' as they, being ftruck, make haft to fall. 
 Go fave thymetsfor that rebellious heart- 
 Tbiat fcorns thy pow’r, and has obtain’d the art 
 T’avoid thy flying fliaft, to querich thy firy dart»- 
 
 3 
 
 Loft mortal, how is thy deftruiftion fure, 
 
 Betweenr two bawtL and both without tcmorfc 1 
 
 The 
 
74 Emhkms, Book x. 
 
 The one’s a line, the other is a lure ; 
 
 This to intice thy £bul j that to enforce : 
 
 Way-laid by both, how canft thou ftand fecure? 
 
 That draws ; this wooes thee to th’ eternal curfe. 
 
 O charming tyrant, how haft thou befool’d 
 And (lav’d poor man, that would not if he could, 
 Avoid tby line, thy lure j nay, could not if he would. 
 
 4 
 
 Alas, thy fweet perfidious voice betrays 
 His wanton cars with thy Sirenian baits ; 
 
 Tho* wrap ft his eyes in mifts, then boldly lays 
 Thy Lethal gins before their cryftal gates ; 
 
 Thou lock'd up ev’ry fenfe with thy falfe keys, 
 
 All willing pris’ners to tby clofe deceits : 
 
 His ear moft nimble, where it deaf Ihould be. 
 His eye moft blind, where moft itought to (ee. 
 
 And when his heart’s moft bound, then thinks himfelf 
 
 (moft free. 
 
 
 'Thou grand impoftor, how haft thou obtain’d 
 The wardlhip of the world ? Are all men turn’d 
 Ideots and lunaticks ? Are all retain’d 
 Beneath thy fervile bands ? Is none return’d 
 To his forgotten fclf? Has none regain’d 
 His fenfes? Are their fenfes all adjourn’d? 
 
 What, none difmift thy court ? Will no plump fee 
 Bribe thy falfe fifts to make a glad decree, 
 
 T unfbol whom thou haft fool’d, and (et thy pris’ners 
 
 (free ? 
 
 f r f 
 
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 S. BERN* 
 
Book %4 
 
 Smilems^ 
 
 S. BERN, in Ser. 
 
 7S 
 
 In this mrld is much treachery^ little truth ; htre nU 
 things are traps h,re every thing is hefet with fnares; here 
 feuls are endangered, bodies are affiiiled-f here aU things 
 are vanity and vexation of fpirit. 
 
 EPIG. 3' 
 
 Nay, Cupid, pitch thy trammel, where thou pleafc, 
 Thou canft not fail to take fuch filh as thefe? 
 
 Thy thriving fporc will ne'er be fpent: no need 
 To fear, when cvVy cork’s a world, thou’lt fpccd- 
 
 Jl 
 
Book Minhhmh 77 
 
 IV. 
 
 HOSEA13.3: 
 
 They (hall he as the chaff that is driven mth 
 A whirlwind cut o£ the fioor, . and 4 S jhe^ 
 fmcks ouLaf the chimney 
 
 F Lint-hearted Stoicky, you, whofe marble eye$^. 
 
 Contemn a wrinkle, and whofe fouls defpife 
 To follow nature’s too afFefted fafliibn, 
 
 Or travel in the regent viralk of paflion ; 
 
 Whofe rigid hearts difdain to Ihrink at fears, . 
 
 Or play at faft and Ipofc^ with fmiles and tears | 
 
 Come bufft your fpleens with laughter to, behold , 
 
 A new found vanity, which dayi of old 
 
 Ne’er knew : a vanity, that has befct 
 
 The world, and made more flavcs than Mahom^j . 
 
 That has condemn’d us to the fervile yoke 
 Of {lavery,,^and made us flives to, fmoke. 
 
 Eut ftay,„ why tax I thus our mpdern times, . 
 
 Tor new-born follies, and for new-born crimes? 
 
 Are we foie guilty, and the firft age free ? . 
 
 No, they were fmok’d and flay’d as. well as wer (fure 
 What’s fweet-lipt honour’s blaftjbutfmoke? What’s trea- 
 But very fmoke? And what more fmoke than pleafuce?; 
 Alas! they’re all but fhadows,^. fumes and blafts, _ 
 
 That vanifhes, this fades, the other wa flies. 
 
 The rcftltfs merchant, he that lovesto fteep. 
 
 His -brains in wealth, and lays, his foul to flc‘ep:» 
 
 In bags of bullion, fe^ th’ immortal crown, 
 
 And fain would mount, but ingots kept him down; 
 He brags to day, perchance, and begs to morrow; 
 He lent but now, wants credit no wao borrow 4 
 
 Blow 
 
78 Emhlems, Book 
 
 Blow winds, the trcafure’s gone, the merchant’s broke; 
 A flave to filver’s but a flaye to fmokc. 
 
 Behold the glory. vying child fame. 
 
 That from deep wounds fucks fuch an honour’d name 
 That thinks no purchaf^ worth the ftyle of good, * 
 But what is fold for fweat, and leal’d with blood ; 
 That for a point, a blaft of empty breath, 
 
 Undaunted gazes in the face of death ; 
 
 Whofe dear-bought bubble, fill’d with vain renown, 
 Breaks with a phillip, ora Gen’ral’s frown: 
 
 His ftroke.got honour flaggers with a flroke ; 
 
 A flave to honour is a flave to fmoke. 
 
 And that fond fool, who wafles his idle days 
 In loofc delights and fports about the blaze 
 Of Cupid's candle ; he that daily fpies 
 Twin babies in his miflrefs’ Gemini'* 
 
 Whereto his fad devotion does impart 
 The fweet burnt* offering of a bleeding heart; 
 
 See, how his wings are lindg’d in Cyprian fire, 
 
 Whofe flames confume with youth, in age expire; " 
 The world’s a bubble, all the pleafures in it, 
 
 Like morning vapours, vanifli in a minute : 
 
 The vapours vanifli, and the bubble’s broke ; 
 
 A flave to pleafure, is a flave to fmoke. 
 
 Now, Stoick, ceafe thy laughter, and repaft 
 Thy pickled cWks with tears, and weep as fafl. 
 
 & HIERON. 
 
EmUms. 
 
 S. HIERON, 
 
 That rich man U great ^ who fhinkefh not hiwfelf great ^ he- 
 taufe he is rich ; the proud man (who is the poor man) braggeth 
 outwardly, but beggeth inwardly ; he is blown up, but not full. 
 
 PETR. R AV. 
 
 Vexation and anguifh accompany riches and honour : the 
 pomp of the world, and the favour of the people, are tut 
 fmoke, and a hlafi fuddenfy vanijbing ; which if they eomr 
 monly pleafe, commonly bring repentance, and for a minute of 
 joy, they bring an age of forrow. 
 
 EPIG. 4. 
 
 Cupid, thy diet’s Rrange : It dulls, it rowzes, 
 
 It cools, it heats, it binds, and then it loofes; 
 Dull-fprlghtly, cold- hot fool, if e’er it winds thee 
 Into a loofencfs once, take heed, it binds thee. 
 
EmUms, 
 
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Book 3 , 
 
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 8i 
 
 V. 
 
 PROV. 23. y: 
 
 thou fet thine eyes upon thot which is not} 
 for rides make themfelves wings, they fiie 
 away us an eagle. 
 
 ft 
 
 F Alfc world, tliou ly’ft ; thou canft not lend 
 The leaft delight : 
 
 Thy favours cannot gain a friend , 
 
 They are fo flight : 
 
 Thy morning pleafures make aa end 
 To pleafe at night : 
 
 Poor are the wanrs that thou fupply’fl : 
 
 And yet tho» vaunt’ft, and yet thou vy ft (ly ft 
 With heaven 5 fond earth, thou boaft’ftj falfe world, thou 
 
 Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales 
 Of endlefs treafure; 
 
 Thy bounty offers eafie fal«s 
 
 Of lafting pleafurc ; 
 
 Thou ask’ft the confcience what Ihe ails. 
 
 And fwear’ft to cafe her ; 
 
 There’s none can want where thou fupply’ft : 
 
 There’s none can give where thou deny’ft. 
 
 Alas ! fond world, thou boaft’ft ; falfe world, thou ly^ftji 
 
 I 
 
 What well advifed ear regards. 
 
 What earth can fay ? 
 
 Thy words are gold, but thy rewards , 
 
 Are painted olay.: _ 
 
8 3 Erniims. Book t. 
 
 Thy cunning can but pack the cards* 
 
 Thou canft not play 
 
 Thy game at weakeft, ftill thou vy’ft j 
 
 If feen, and then rcvyM, deny ’ft ; 
 
 Thou arc not what thou feem’ft j falfe wofld, thou Iy*ft. 
 
 4 
 
 Thy tinfel bofome feems a mint 
 
 Of new-coin’d tretfurc, 
 
 A paradife, that has no ftint, 
 
 No change, no mcafurc.; 
 
 A painted cask, but nothing in^'r, 
 
 Nor wealth, nor pleafurei 
 
 Vain earth ! that faJfly thus comply’ft 
 
 With man ; vain man, that thou rely^’fl: 
 
 On earth ; vain man, thou doat’ft ; vain earth, thou ly ’ft, 
 
 f . y . 
 
 What mean dull fouls, in this high meafure 
 To haberdafh 
 
 In earth’s bafe wares, whofe greateft treafure 
 Is drofs and trafli ; 
 
 The height of whofe in chanting plCafijre 
 Isbutaflafh? 
 
 Are thefe the goods that thou fupply’ft 
 
 Us mortals with ? Are thefe the high’ft ? 
 
 Can thefe bring cordial peace ? Falfe world, thouly’ft 
 
 PET, 
 
Emhlem^, 
 
 83 
 
 Book X* 
 
 PET. BLES. 
 
 The “World is deceitful ; her end is doubtful ; Her conclujs^ 
 9n is horrible ; her Judge is terrible j and her punijhment u 
 intolerable. 
 
 S. AUGUST, lib. Confeir. 
 
 The vain~ glory of this “world is a deceitful fioeetnefs , a fruit- 
 lefs labour, a perpetual fear, a dangerous honour : Her begin, 
 ning is “without providence, and her endnot without repentance. 
 
 EPIG. 5. 
 
 World, thou’rt a traytor ; thou haft ftampt thy bafe 
 And chymick metal with great Cafar*s face, 
 
 And with thy baftard bullion thou haft barter d ^ 
 ¥or Wares of price ; how juftly drawn and quarter d . 
 
( « 
 
 85 
 
 JOB. 
 
 J .ft fiot hifyi thitt is dccti'V^d la 
 for vanitijbaUhe his momfence. 
 
 B EHeve her not, her glafs diffufes 
 
 Falfe portraitures : thou canft cfpie 
 No true reflc£i:ion; flic abufes 
 
 Her mif'inform d beholder’s eye ; - - 
 
 Her cryflal’^ falfly ftcel’d ; it fcatters 
 Deceitful bea'msj believe her pot, flie' flatters. 
 
 This flaring mirrour reprefents . , 
 
 No fight proportion, view or feature : 
 
 Her very looks arc complements ; 
 
 They make thee fairer, goodlier, rgreater : , 
 The^^ skilful ^glbfs 6f Her flffejSion ' ^ / 
 
 But paints the 'Context 6f thy edat^^ coroplcxidn. 
 
 Were thy dlrUenfion but a ftride, 
 
 Nay, wert thou ftatur^d but a fpah, 
 
 Such as the long-bilPd troops defy’d, 
 
 A very fragment of ;a man ! , . 
 
 She’ll makelthde tv-hich you \Viilj 
 
 The ym-flain Tyiiht, dr th’ hill. ' 
 
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 j 
 
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 4 
 
 Had furfeits, dr tVurigraciouS ftar 
 Confpir’d to niake one common place 
 
 Of 
 
8^ Emhkms, 
 
 Of all deformities that are 
 Within the volume of thy face, 
 
 She d lend the favour fhould out-move 
 The Troy.Un^ Helen, or the Queen of Love. 
 
 Book 
 
 
 Were thy confum’d eftafc as poor 
 As Laz\ns or afHifired JoFs ; 
 
 She’ll change thy wants to feeming jftore, 
 And turn thy rags to purple robes; 
 
 She 11 make thy hide-bound flank appear 
 As plump as theirs that fcaft it all the year. 
 
 Look off, let not thy optlcks be 
 
 Thy lelf s the object thou fhould’ft fee 
 But’tis thy fliadow thou behold’ftr ^ 
 
 And fhadows thrive the more in ftature 
 The nearer wc approach the light of nature. 
 
 Where heay n s bright beams look more dweft. 
 The fliadow fhrinfcs as they grow ftronger. 
 
 tfaey glance their fair afpeff. 
 
 The bold-fac’d fliade grows larger, longer; 
 
 to fall, 
 
 1 n increafing lhadows lengthen molV of all. 
 
 8 
 
 th^t feeks rhe noon of grace 
 Shrinks in, but fwells if g^ace retrea^ 
 As heav n lifts up, or veils his face,’ * 
 felfefleems grow lefs or great. 
 The leaft is greateft, and who fliall 
 Appear the greateft, are the lealf of all." 
 
 t ■t. 
 
 
 HUGO 
 
Book 1. 
 
 Emhlms, 
 
 87 
 
 HUG O lib. de anima. 
 
 In vain he lifteth up the eye of his heart to behold hie God, 
 who is not firfi rightly advifed to behold hirnjelf: Firf, thou 
 muf fee the viftble things of thy felf before thou canfl be 
 prepared to kmw the invijible things of God ; for if thou 
 canfi not apprehend the things within thee, thou canfl not 
 comprehend the things above shee : the befl hohng-glafs, 
 wherein to fee thy God^ is perfeclly to fee thy felf 
 
 EPIC. 6 . 
 
 Be not deceiv’d, great fool ; there is no lofs 
 In being fmall • great bulks but fwell with drofs. 
 Man is heav’n’s Mafter-piece : if it appear 
 More great, the value s lefs j if lefs, more dear. 
 
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8? 
 
 6ookz« EmHms. 
 
 VII. 
 
 DEUTERONOMY 30. 19. 
 
 1 hive fet before thee life and death, Ueftng 
 and eurfingy therefore choofe life, that thou 
 md thy feed may live. 
 
 X 
 
 T H E world’s a floor, whole fwelling heaps retam 
 The mingled wages of the ploughman’s toil ; 
 The world’s a heap, whofe yet, unwinnow’d grain 
 Is lodg’d with chaff aud buried in her foil ; 
 
 All things are mixt, the ufeful with the vain ; 
 
 The good with bad, the noble with the vile ; 
 
 The world’s an ark,' wherein things pure and grofs 
 Prefent their lofsful gain^ and gainful lofs, 
 
 Where ev’ry dram of gold contains a pound of drofsj 
 
 This furnifh’d ark prefents the greedy view 
 With all that earth can give, or heav’n canadd y 
 Here lading joys ; here pdeafures hourly new, 
 
 And hourly fading, may be wilh’d and had : 
 
 All points of honour, counterfeit and true, 
 
 Salute thy foul, and wealth both good and bad : 
 
 . Here may’ft thou open wide the two- leav’d door 
 ^ Of all thy wifiies, to receive that ftore 
 Which being empty moft, does overflow the more. 
 
 Come 
 
 E 2 
 
Emllems, 
 
 Book 2. 
 
 3 
 
 Gome then, my foul, approach this royal burfe, 
 
 And fee what wares our great excharige retains ; 
 Come, cothe } here’s that fliall make a firm divorce 
 Betwixt thy wants and thee, if want complains ; 
 No need to fit in council with thy purfe, 
 
 Here’« nothing good fhal'l coft more price than pains : 
 But, O my fouh take heed, if thou rely 
 Upon thy faithlcfs opticks, thou wilt buy 
 Too blind a bargain ; know, fools only trade lay tFcye. 
 
 4 
 
 The worldly wifdom of the foolifti man 
 Is like a fieire, that does alone retain 
 The grofler fubftance of the worthlefs bran : 
 
 But thou, my foul, let thy brave thoughts difdain 
 f>o courfe a purchafe: O be thou a fan 
 
 To purge the chaff and keep the winnowM grain : 
 Make clean thy thoughts, and drefs thy mixt defires ; 
 Thou art heav’n’s tasker; and thy God requires, 
 The pureft of thy flow’r, as well as of thy fires. 
 
 Let grace conduft thee to the paths of peace, 
 
 And wifdom blefs the foul’s unblemift’d ways; 
 
 No matter then, how fliort or long’s the leafe, 
 
 Whofc date determines thy feltnumber’d days : 
 
 No need to care for wealth’s or fame’s inerrafe, 
 
 Nor U»rs his palm, nor high ApUo's bays. 
 
 Lord, if thy gracious bounty pleafe to fill 
 The floor of my defires, and teach me skill 
 To drefs and chufe the corn, take thofe the chaff that will- 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 1 
 
BdoM 3 . Emhlms. 91-^ 
 
 S. AUGUST, lib. i. de doft. Chrifti. 
 
 Temporal things more ravijh in the expeStation than infrui-i 
 tion : hut things eternal more in the fruition than expeSlation. 
 
 Ibidem. 
 
 The life of man is the middle b tween angels and heafts : 
 i f man takes pleafure in carnal things, he is compared to '■ 
 heajls : but if he delight in fpiritual things ^ he is fuited^ 
 with ang Is, 
 
 E P I G. 10. 
 
 Art thou a child ? Thou wilt not then be fed, 
 
 But like a child, and with the childrens bread : 
 But thou art fed with chalF, or corn undreft: 
 My foul, thou favour'll too much of the beall, 
 
 L 3 
 

 Book £1 
 
 Emllms. 
 
 9i. 
 
 viir. 
 
 PHILIPPIANS3. 19. 
 
 j 
 
 They mind earthly things^ hut our convcrfa^ 
 tion u in heamen, 
 
 Venus. Divine Cupid. 
 
 Vtn. T 71 7 Hat means this pee vifti babe ? Whifh, lullaby, 
 V V What ails my babe, what aili my babe to 
 Will nothing ftill it ? Will it neither be ("cry ? 
 
 pleas’d with the nurfes breaft, nor mother’s knee ? 
 What ails my bird? What moves my froward boy 
 To make fuch whimp’ring faces ? Peace, my joy : 
 
 Will nothing do ? Come, come this peevifli bra% 
 Thus cry and braul, and cannot tell for what ? 
 
 Gome bufs and friends, my lamb; whifli, lullaby. 
 What ails my babe, what ails my babe to cry ? 
 
 Peace, peace, my dear ; alas ! thy early years 
 Had never faults to merit half thefe rears ; 
 
 Come fmile upon me: let thy mother fpic 
 Thy father’s image in her babies eye : 
 
 Husband thefe guilty drops againfl: the rage 
 Of harder fortunes, and the gripes of age ; 
 
 Thine eye’s not ripe for tears : Whifli, lullaby ; 
 
 What ails my babe, my fweet-fac’d babe to cry? 
 Look, look, what’s here.' A dainty golden thing ; 
 
 See how the dancing bells turn round and ring 
 To pleafe my bantling / Here’s a knack will breed 
 An hundred kifles : here’s a knack indeed. 
 
 E 4, , So 
 
Emhlems^ 
 
 B6ok X 
 
 So, now my bird is white, and looks as fair 
 As Pe’o^s' ffiouldcr, or a milk-white pair: 
 
 He re’s right rhe father's fmile 5 when Mars beguil’d 
 -Sick Fenus of her heart, jurt thus he fmil’d. 
 
 Divine Cufid, 
 
 Well may they fmile alike; thy bafe-bred bo^r 
 And his bafe fire had both one caufe, a toy : 
 
 How well their fubjefts and their fmiles agree ? 
 
 Thy Cupid finds a Toy, and Mars found thee; 
 
 Fallfe Queen of beauty, Queen of falfe delights, 
 Thy knee prefents an Emblem, that invites 
 Man to himfelf, whofe felftranfported heart 
 (O’er-whelm’d with native forrows, and the fmart 
 Of purchas’d griefs) lies whining night and day. 
 
 Not knowing why, till heavy heel’d delay. 
 
 The diill'brow’d Pandar of defpair, lays by 
 His leaden buskins, and prefents his eye 
 With anrick trifles, which th’ indulgent earth 
 Makes proper objefts of man’s childifh mirth. 
 
 Thefc be the coin that pafs, rhe fweets that pleafe ; 
 There's nothing good, there’s nothing great but thefe 
 Thefe be the pipes that bafc-born minds dance after, 
 And turn immoderate rears to lavifli laughter ; 
 
 Whiifl: heav’nly raptures pafs without regard ; 
 
 Their firings are harlh, and their high firains unheard 
 The ploughman’s whiftle or the t rival flute. 
 
 Find more refpeft than great lure : 
 
 We’ll look to Heav’n, and truft to higher joys ; 
 l et Twine love husks, and children whine for toys. 
 
Book 1. 
 
 Emblems. 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 9S 
 
 That is th true and chief joy -which is not conceived from 
 the creature^ but received from the creator, which {being once 
 poffefi thereof ) none can take from thee : whereto alTfUafure 
 being compared is torment, all joy is grif, fweet things are 
 hitter, all glory is bafenefs, and ^ll delebfahle things are de-‘ 
 fpicable. 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 Joy in a changeable fuhjebl maft necejfarily change as the 
 fubjeSf changeth. 
 
 EPIG. 8. 
 
 Peace, chlldlfli peace: thy finger’d eye 
 But cries for what, in time, will make thee cry. 
 But are thy peevifh wranglings thus appeas’d? 
 Well may’ft thou cry, that arc fo poorly pleas’d. 
 
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97 
 
 Book z» SMihkms:. 
 
 ISAMH lo. 3. 
 
 WhAt wtU jou do in the day of yourvifttation ? 
 to rvhom wid ye file for helf ? and" whm 
 vpiU you leave your glory ^ 
 
 I S this that jolly God, whofe Cyprian bow 
 Has fiiot fo many flaming d^rrs, 
 
 And made fo many wounded beauties go 
 Sadly perplex’d with whimp’ring hearts? 
 
 Is this that fov’reign Deity that brings 
 The flavifh world; in awe, and flings fkings ? 
 The blund’ring fouls of fwains, and flops the. hearts of 
 
 What Cire^m charm, what Hecaf^an fpight 
 Has thus abus’d the God of love f 
 Great Jove was vanquifti’d by his greater might} 
 (And who is ftronger^.arm’d than Jovsi?} 
 
 Or has our luflful God perform’d a rape. 
 
 And (fearing Agu's eyes) would fcape ? 
 
 The view of jealous earth, in' this prodigious fhipe. 
 
 Where be thofe rofle cheeks, that lately feorn’df 
 The malice of injurious fates ? 
 
 Ah! where’s that pearl porf^cullis that adorn’d 
 Thofe dainty twodeav’d ruby gates? 
 
 Where be thofe killing eyes that fo cohtroll’d 
 The world,’ and locks that did infold 
 lilke knots offlaming wire, like curls of burnilh’d gold ? 
 
 A: 
 
'EmUms. 
 
 Book z. 
 
 S)8 
 
 4 
 
 No, no ’twas neither Hscataan fplte, 
 
 ^ Nor charm beloWj nor pow’r above ; 
 
 Twas neither Circe's fpelJ, nor Stygian Tprighf, 
 
 That thus transform’d our God of Jove ; 
 
 Twas o'wl.ey’d Lull: ('more potent far than they^ 
 
 actions hate the day : 
 
 Whom all the world obferve, whom all the world obey. 
 
 5 
 
 See how the latter Trumpet’s dreadful blafl: 
 
 Affrights flout Mars his trembling fon ! 
 
 See, how he ftartks ! how he Hands agaft, 
 
 And fcrambles from his melting throne ! 
 
 Hark how the direFul hand of Vengeance tears 
 The^ fwel^Ving clouds, whilfl: heav’n appears 
 A circle fill’d with flanje, and centred with his fears. 
 
 6 
 
 I his is that day, whofe oft report hath worn 
 Neglcfted tongu« of prophets bare • 
 
 The faithlels/ubjea of the worldlings fcorn, 
 
 The fum of men and angels pray’r : 
 
 This, this the day, whofe all difcerning light 
 Ranfacks the fecrct dens of night, 
 
 And fevers good from bad j true joys froni falfe delight. 
 
 7 
 
 You grov’ling worldlings, you, whofe wifdom trades 
 Where light ne’er fhoc his golden ray, 
 
 That hide your a£lions in Cimmerian fhades, 
 
 How will your eyes endure this day ? 
 
 Hills will be deaf,, and mountains will not hear; 
 There be no caves, ^ no corners there, (fear. 
 To ihade your fouls frojn fire^ to fhield your hearts from 
 
 HUGO. 
 
Emhlcms, 
 
 99 
 
 Book X. 
 
 HUGO, 
 
 O the extream loathfomenefs of fiejhly lufl, which mt 0«« 
 ly ejfeminates the windy but enervates the body ; which not 
 tnly diflaineth the foul, but difguifeth the perfon I It is 
 ujher d with fury and wantonnefs ; it is accompanied with 
 filthinefs and uncle annefs \ and it is follow'd with grief and 
 repentance. 
 
 E P I G 9. 
 
 What? Tweet fac’d Cupid, has thy baflard-treafure, 
 Thy boafted honours and thy bold- fac’d pleaiure 
 Perplex’d thee now ? I told thee long ago, 
 
 To what they’d bring thee, fool, to wit^ ^to woe.] 
 
Book u. 
 
 
 X. 
 
 NAHUM 10. 
 
 Sht is emftyt stnd void, and wafte, 
 
 S He's empty : hark, Ihe founils.there’snothing there 
 
 Bbt noife to nil thy car ; 
 
 Thy vain enquiry can at length but find 
 
 A' blaft of murm’ring wind:.- 
 It is a casky. that feems as full as fair, 
 
 But meerly tunn’d with air ; 
 
 Bond youth, go build thy hopes on better grounds ^ 
 
 The foul that vainly founds 
 Her joys upon this world, but feeds on. empty founds* 
 
 She’s empty : hark, Ihe founds: there’s nothing in’f, , 
 
 The fpark-engend’ring flintr 
 Shall fooner melt, and hardeft raunce (ball firft 
 
 Difiblve and quench thy thirls, 
 
 Ere this falfe world (hall Hill thy fiormy breaft 
 
 With fmooth-fac’d calms of refh: 
 Thou may’ ftUs weil expert meridian light 
 
 Fromlhades of black-rnouth’d night, 
 
 As in ^his emg,ty world to a full delight. 
 
10 % 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 Book £. 
 
 3 
 
 She*s empty: hark, flie founds ; *tis void and vaft; 
 
 What if fome flattering blaft * 
 
 Of flatuous honour fliould perchance be there, 
 
 And whifper in thine ear ? 
 
 It IS but wind, and blows but where it lift, 
 
 And vanifliech like mift. 
 
 Poor honour earth can give ! What gen’rous mind 
 
 Would be fo bafe to bind 
 
 Her heav’n-bred foul a flave to ferve a blaft of wind ? 
 
 4 
 
 She’s empty : hark, Ihe founds: ’tis but a ball 
 ^ For fools to play withall ; 
 
 The painted film but of a ftronger bubble, 
 
 That’s lin’d with filken trouble: 
 
 It is a world, whofe work and recreation 
 
 Is vanity and vexation ; 
 
 A hag, repair’d with vice complexion’d paint, 
 
 A queft-houfc of complaint ; 
 
 Ic is a faint, a fiend, worfe fiend, when moft a faint. 
 
 5 
 
 She’s empty; hark, Ihe founds: ’fis vain and void, 
 
 What’s here to be enjoy’d 
 
 But grief and licknefs, and large bills of forrow, 
 
 Drawn now, and crofs’d to morrow ? 
 
 Or W'hat are men, but pulfs of dying breathy 
 
 Reviv’d with living death? 
 
 Fond lad, O build thy hopes on furer grounds 
 
 ^ Than what dull flelh propounds: 
 
 Truft not this hollow world, flie’s empty : hark, flie 
 
 (founds. 
 
 s. CHRYS. 
 
Book 1. Embtms, x©3 
 
 S. CHRYS. inEp.ad Hcb. 
 
 Contemn nches^ »nd thou fhalt he rich ; contemn glory ^ ttnd 
 thou Jh^lt be glorious j contemn injuries, and thou jhalt be a 
 conqueror ; contemn rtjl, and thou jhalt gain reji y contemn 
 earth, and thou jhalt find heavn. 
 
 HUGO lib. de vanic. mundi. 
 
 The toorld is a nsanity which afiordeth neither beauty to 
 the amorous, mr reward to the laborious , nor encouragement 
 to the indufirious, • 
 
 EPIG. 10. 
 
 This houfe is to be let for life or years; 
 
 Her rent is forrow, and her income, tears ; 
 
 Cupid, ’c has long flood void ; her bills make known, 
 She muft be dearly let, or kz alone. 
 
 
Book 2 , 
 
 Emllems* 
 
 XL 
 
 MATT H. 7- 14- 
 
 Arrow is the waj that leadeth tsnto Ufe^ 
 few there he that find it. 
 
 P Repoft’rous fool, thoa ftroul’ft amift ; 
 
 Thou e'rr’ft j that’s not the way, 'tis thiSi 
 Thy hopes, inftruded by thine eye. 
 
 Make thee appear more near than I ; 
 
 My floor is not fo flat, fo fine. 
 
 And has more obvious rubs than thine; 
 
 ’Tis true j my way is hard and ftrait, 
 
 And leads me through a thorny gate; 
 
 Whofe rankling pricks are fliarp and fell;. 
 
 The common way to heav’n’s by hell ; 
 
 ’lls true ; thy path is fliort and fair. 
 
 And free from rubs ; Ah / fool, beware,. 
 
 The fafefl: road’s not always ev’n 
 The way to hell’s a feeming heav’n ; 
 
 Thinfc’ft thou the crown of glory’s had 
 With idle eafe, fond Cyprian lad ? 
 
 Think’fl: thou, that mirth, and vain_ delights, 
 High feed, and (hadow-fliort’ning nights, 
 
 Soft knees, full bags and beds of down, 
 
 Are proper prologues to a crown ? 
 
 Or can’ft thou hope to come and view, 
 
 Like profp’rous Cafar^ and fubdue ? 
 
 Thp bpnd-flave ufurer will trudge, 
 
 In fpight of gouts will turn a drudge, 
 
 And ferve his foul-condemning purfe, 
 T’incrcafe it with the widow’s curfe : 
 
iJ 
 
 10 ^ 
 
 Emhlems. 
 
 Book 
 
 And lliall the crown of glory ftand 
 Not worth the waving of an hand ? 
 
 The flcfhly wanton to obtain 
 His minute-Iuft, will count it gain 
 To lofe his freedom^ his eftatc, 
 
 Upon fo dear, fo fw«et a rate 
 
 Shall pleafures thus be priz’d, and muft 
 
 Heav’n’s palm be cheaper than -a luft ? 
 
 The true»bred fpark, to hoife hiis name 
 Upon the waxen wings pf fame, 
 
 Will fight undaunted in a flood 
 That*s rais’d with bracjcifh djrops and blood. 
 And fhall the promis’d crown of life 
 Be thought a toy, not worth- a ftrife ? 
 
 An eafle good brings eafie gains ; 
 
 But things of price are bought with pains : 
 The pleafing way is not rhe right : 
 
 He that would conquer heav’n mufl fight* 
 
 1 ? 
 
 S. HIERON; 
 
 
Book 2, 
 
 Emhlems* 
 
 107 
 
 S. HIE RON. in Ep. 
 
 No Uhttr is hard, no time is long, wherein the glory of 
 eternity is the mark roe level at. 
 
 S. GREG. lib. 8.Mor. 
 
 The valour of a jufi man U to conquer the flejh, to contra^ 
 diEi his oven will, to quench the delights of this prejent life, 
 to endure and love the miferies of this world for the reward 
 of a better, to contemn the flaturies of profperity, and inward^ 
 ly to overcome the fears of adverfty. 
 
 EPIG. n. 
 
 0 Cupid, if thy fmoother way were right, ^ 
 
 1 (hould miftruft this crown were counterfeit 
 The way’s not eafie where the Prize is great : 
 I hope no virtues, where I fmell no fwear. 
 
XIL 
 
 GAUL AT. 6^.14- 
 
 <jod forhid thM I jbould glory, fave in the 
 crofs. 
 
 t 
 
 C A N notliing fettle my uncertain breaft, 
 
 And fix my rambling love ? 
 
 Can my affefilions find out nothing beft, 
 
 But ftill and Bill remove? 
 
 Has earth no mercy ? will no ark of reft 
 
 Receive my reftlefs dove ? 
 
 Is there no good, than which there’s nothing high’r, 
 
 To blefs my full deiire 
 
 With joys that never change} with joys that ne’er expire? 
 
 a 
 
 I wanted wealth; and at my dear requeft, 
 
 Earth lent a quick fupply ; 
 
 I wanted mirth to charm my fullen breaft ; 
 
 And who more Ijrisk than!? 
 
 I wanted fame to glorifie the reft'} 
 
 My fame fieW- eagle-high : 
 
 My joy not fully ripe, but all decay’d, 
 
 Wealth vanifti’d like a fhade 5 
 My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade.j 
 
 3 
 
 The world’s an Ocean, hurried to and fro 
 
 With ev’ry blaft of pafilon : 
 
 Her 
 
no Emblems. Book 2 « 
 
 Her luftful dreams, when either ebb or flow, 
 
 Are tides of man’s vexation: 
 
 They alter daily, and they daily grow ^ 
 
 The worfe by alteration : 
 
 The earth’s a cask full-tunn’d, yet wanting meafure j 
 
 Her precious wine is pleafure ; 
 
 Her yeft is htJnour’s puff} her lees are worldly treafure. 
 
 4 
 
 My trufl: is in the crofs : let beauty flag 
 
 Her loofe, her wanton fail ; 
 
 Let count’nance-guilding honour ceafe to brag 
 
 In courtly terms, and vail; 
 
 Let ditch-bred wealth henceforth forget to wag 
 
 Her bafe, though golden, tail; 
 
 Falfc beauties conqueft is but real lofs, 
 
 And wealth but golden drofs ; 
 
 Bed: honour’s but a blaft ; my trufl: is in the crofs. 
 
 y 
 
 My trufl is in the crofs ; there lies my refl : 
 
 My faft, my foie delight: 
 
 Let cold-mouth’d Boreas, or the hot-mouth’d Eafi, 
 
 Blow till they burft with fpight; 
 
 Let earth and hell confpire their worft, their befl. 
 
 And join their twifted might ; 
 
 Let ftiow’rs of thunder-bolts dart down and wound me. 
 
 And troops of fiends furround me, 
 
 All thi? may well confront; all this Ihall ne’er confound 
 
 (me. 
 
 S. AUG. 
 
S. AUGUST. 
 
 Chrift's crofs is the chrifl-crofs of all oar happinefs ; it deli- 
 vers usfrom all hlindmfs of error ^ and enriches tur darknefs 
 vpith light I it refioreth the troubled foul to reft ; it bringeth 
 ftr angers to God’s acquaintance ; it maketh remote foreigners 
 near neighbours ; it cutteth eft' difeord ; concludeth a league 
 of evtrlafting peace ; and is the bounteous author of all good, 
 
 S. BERN, in Ser. de Refur. 
 
 We find glory in the crofs; to us that are faved, it is th 
 power of God j and the fulnefs of all virtues. 
 
 EPIC. 12. 
 
 I follow’d reft ; reft fled and fdon forfook me ; 
 1 ran from grief; grief ran and overtook me. 
 What fiiall Ido? left I be too much toft 
 On worldly crofles, Lord, let me be croft. 
 
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Book 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 Hi 
 
 XIII. 
 
 PROV. i6. II. 
 
 As a dog returneth to his vomit, fo a fool 
 returneth to his folly, 
 
 O I am wounded I and my wounds do fmart 
 Beyond my patience or great Qhirgn's art ; 
 
 I yield, I yield the day, the palm is thine; 
 
 Thy bow’s more true, thy fhaft’s more fierce, than mine. 
 Hold, hold, O hold thy conquering hand. What need 
 To fend more darts? the firft has done the deed ; 
 
 Oft have we ftruggled, when our equal arms 
 Shot equal fliafts, infiifted equal harms ; 
 
 But this exceeds, and with her flaming head, 
 Twy-fork’d with death, has ftruck my confcience dead. 
 But muft I die ? ah me ! if that were all, 
 
 Then, then I’d ftroke my bleeding wounds, and call 
 This dart a cordial, and with joy endure 
 Thefe harlh ingredients, where my grief’s my cure. 
 But fomething whifpers in my dying ear. 
 
 There is an after-day ; which day I fear. 
 
 The flender debt to nature’s quickly paid, 
 Difcharg’d perchance with greater eafe than made; 
 
 But if that pale-fac’d Serjeant make arrefl. 
 
 Ten thoufand aftions would (whereof the leaft 
 Is more than all this lower world can bail^ 
 
 Be entred, and condemn me to the Jail 
 Of Stygian darknefs, bound in red-hot chains. 
 
 And grip’d with tortures worfe than Tityan pains. 
 Farewel my vain, farewel my loofe delights; 
 
 Farewel my rambling days, my rev’ling nights ; 
 
 F i Wjrs 
 
1 14 Emhlems, Book i. 
 
 *Twas you betray’d me firft, and when ye found 
 My foie advantage, gave my foul the wound : 
 
 Farewel my bullion gods, whofe fov’reign looks 
 So often catch’d me with their golden hooks ^ 
 
 Go feek another flave 5 ye muft all go ; 
 
 I cannot ferve ftiy God and bullion too. 
 
 Farewel falfe honour ; you whofe airy wings 
 Did mount my foul above the thrones of kings^ 
 
 Then Hattei’d me, took pet, and in difdain, 
 
 Nipt my green buds ; then kick’d me down again : 
 Farewel my bow ; farewel my Cyprian quiver ; 
 Farewel dear world, farewel dear world for ever. 
 
 O, but this moft delicious world, how fweet 
 Her pleafures relilh ! ah ! how jump they meet^ 
 
 The; grafping foul, and with their fprightly fire, 
 Revive and raife, and rowze the wrapt dcfirel 
 For ever ? O, to part fo long ! what, never 
 Meet more ? another year, and then for ever : 
 
 Too quick refolves do refoluiion wrong ; 
 
 What, part fo foon, to be divorc’d fo long ? 
 
 Things to be done, are long to be debated ; 
 
 HeaV’n’s not decay’d. Repentance is not dated.; 
 
 S. AUQUST. 
 
 / 
 
Book 1. 
 
 Emblem, 
 
 _ S. AUGUST. lib dc util. agen. poen. 
 
 Go «j>, my foul, into ths tribunal of thy mifcience : then 
 fet thy guilty feljf before thy felf: hide not thy felf behind 
 thy fef, left God bring thee forth before thy Jelf 
 
 S. AUGUST, in Solilog. 
 
 In vain is that wajhing, where the next fin defileth : he 
 hath ill repented^ whofe fins are repeated : that flomach is 
 the worfe for vomiting, that licketh up his vomit, 
 
 ANSELM. 
 
 God hath protnifed pardon to him that repenteth, bnt he 
 hath not promifed repentance to him that finneth. 
 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 Brairt-wounded Cupid, had this hafty darf, 
 
 As it has prick’d thy fancy, pierc’d thy heart, 
 
 ’T had been thy friend : O how hath it deceiv’d thee! 
 For had this dart but kill’d, this dart had fav’d thee. 
 
 F 3 
 
Book Emblems^ 117 
 
 XIV. 
 
 PROV. 24. 1(5. 
 
 A ju/i man falkth [even times, and rifeth up 
 again; hut the wicked jhall fall into mifchief 
 
 117 
 
 I 
 
 9 Is but a foil at beft, and that’s the moft 
 
 Your skill can boaft: 
 
 My flipp’ry footing fail’d me ; and you tript, 
 
 Juft as I flipt : 
 
 My wanton weaknefs did her felf betray 
 
 With too much play : 
 
 I was too bold j he never yet flood fare, 
 
 That ftands fecure : 
 
 Who evei trufted to his native ftrength, 
 
 But fell at length? 
 
 The title’s craz’d, the tenure is not good, 
 
 That claims by th* evidence of flefti and blood. 
 
 Boaft not thy skill, the righteous man falls oft, 
 
 Yet falls bur foft: 
 
 There may be dirt to mire him, but no ftones 
 
 To crufli his bones: 
 
 What if he flaggers ? nay, put cafe he be 
 
 Foil’d on his knee ? 
 
 That very knee will bend to heav’n, and woo 
 
 For mercy too. 
 
 The true-bred Gamefter ups a frefli, and then 
 
 Falls to’t agen ; 
 
 Whereas the leaden-hearted coward lies, 
 
 And yields his conquer’d life, or craven’d dies. 
 
 Boafl 
 
Emhkms* 
 
 Book 1, 
 
 3 
 
 Coaft not thy coiiqueft; thou that evVy hour 
 •FaH’ft ren times lowVj 
 
 Nay, haft not powV to rife, if not, in cafe, 
 
 To fall more bafe: 
 
 Thou wallow’ft where I flip j and thou doft tutnbld 
 Where I but ftumble : 
 
 Thou glory’ft in thy flavVies dirty badges, 
 
 And falfft for wages : 
 
 Sour grief and fad repentance fcours and clears 
 My ftains with tears; 
 
 Thy falling keeps thy falling ftill in ure f 
 
 JBut when I flip, I fland the more fecure. 
 
 4 
 
 Lord, what a nothing is this little fpan, 
 
 Wc call a Man ! 
 
 What fenny trafli maintains the fmoth’ring fires 
 Of his defires ! 
 
 How flight and fhort are his refolves at longeft ! 
 
 How weak at ftrongeft ! 
 
 O, if a finner held by that faft hand. 
 
 Can hardly ftand, 
 
 Good God ! in what a defpbate cafe are they, 
 
 That have no ftay? 
 
 Man’s ftate implies a neceflary curfe; fworfe.t 
 
 When not himfelf, he’s mad j when moft himfelf, he’s 
 
 S. AM BROS. 
 
Book X. Emblems, up. 
 
 S. A M B R Q s. in Ser. ad vincula. 
 
 Peter flood more firmlj after he had lamented his faU 
 than before he fell ; tnfomuch that he found more grace than 
 he loft grace. 
 
 S. CHRYS. In Ep. ad Heliod. monach. 
 
 It is no fuch hainous matter to fall affUBed, as being down 
 to lie dejeHed. It is no danger for a Soldier to receive a 
 wound in battel, but after the wound received, through de- 
 fpair of recovery to refufe a remedy j for we often fee wounds 
 ed champions wear the palm at loft, and after fight, croi»n:d 
 with ^iUory. 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 Triumph not, Cupid, his mifchance doth Ihow 
 Thy trade ; doth once, what thou doft always do ; 
 Brag not too foon ; has thy prevailing hand 
 BoU’d him ? ah fool, th’ haft caught him how to ftand. 
 
 F5 
 
Book 2. 
 
 JER. 32. 40. 
 
 I mil put fear in their hearts^ that they fhall 
 not depart from me. 
 
 S O, flow the foul’s fublim’d ; her four defires 
 Are recalcin’d in heav’n’s well temper’d fires : 
 The heart reftor’d and purg’d from drofiy nature, 
 Now finds the freedom of a new-born creature: 
 
 It lives another life, it breaths new breath j 
 It neither fears nor feels the fling of death : 
 
 Like as the idle vagrant (having none) 
 
 That boldly ’dopes each houfe he views, his own j 
 Makes ev’ry purfe his chequer j and at pleafure. 
 Walks forth and taxes all the world like 
 At length by vertue of a jufl command, 
 
 His fides are lent to a feverer hand ; , 
 
 Whereon his pafs, not fully underflood, 
 
 Is taxed in a manufeript of blood ; 
 
 Thus paft from town to town ; until ,he come- 
 A fore repentant to his native home : 
 
 Ev’n fo the rambling heart, that idly roves 
 From crimes to fin, and uncontrr ul’d removes 
 From luft to lufl, when wanton fl=fti invites 
 From old worn pleafures to new choice delights, 
 At length correAed by the fifial rod 
 Of his offended, but his gracious God, 
 
 And lafh’d from fins to fighs ; and by degrees. 
 From fighs to vows, from vows to bended knees; 
 From bended knees.ro a true penfive breafl; 
 
 From thence to torments not by tongue exprefl ; 
 
 
X2.X Emblems, Bqokx, 
 
 Returns j and (from his finful felf exil’d; 
 
 Finds a glad father, he a welcome child : 
 
 O then it lives; O then it lives involv’d 
 In fecret raptures; pants to be dilTolv’d: 
 
 The royal off-fpring of a fecond birth, 
 
 Sets ope to heav’n, and fhuts the door to earth ; 
 
 If love-fick Jove commanded clouds fliould hap 
 To rain fuch ftiow’rs as quicken’d Danae's h^i 
 Or dogs (far kinder than their purple mafter ; 
 
 Should lick his fores, be laughs, nor weeps the fader* 
 If earth (heav’n’s rival) dart her idle ray ; 
 
 To heav’n, ’tis wax, and to the world, ’tis clay; 
 
 If earth prefent delights, it fcorns to draw. 
 
 Bat like the jet unrub’d, difdains that draw. 
 
 No hope deceives it, and no doubt divides it ; 
 
 No grief diflurbs it, and no error guides it ; 
 
 No good contemns it, and no virtue blames it; 
 
 No guilt condemns it, and no folly lhames it ; 
 
 No doth befots it, and no luft enthralls it ; 
 
 No fcorn afflifts it, and no paflion galls it : 
 
 It is a cark’net of immortal life j 
 
 An ark of peace ; the lifts of facred ftrife ; 
 
 A purer piece of endlefs tranfitory ; 
 
 A fhrine of grace, a little throne of glory: 
 
 A heav’n.born off-fpring of a new-born birth ; 
 
 An earthly heav’n ; an ounce of heav’niy earth- 
 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Book !• EmUemSi 1x3 
 
 S. AUGUST, de Splr. 8c Anima. 
 
 JO happy heart, where piety afe^eth, where humility fuh- 
 jeBtth, where repent a?ice corre£feth, where obedience direBeth, 
 where perfeveranee perfeBeth, where power proteBeth, where 
 devotion projeBeth, where charity conneBeth. 
 
 S. GREG. 
 
 which way foever the heart turneth it felf {if carefully) 
 it fhaU commonly ohferve, that in thoje very things we lofe 
 God, in thofe very things we Jhali find God : it foaU find the 
 heat of his power in confideration of thofe things, in the love 
 of which things he was moji cold, and by what things it fed 
 perverted, by thofe things it is raifed converted. 
 
 EPIG. 
 
 My heart ! but wherefore do I call thee fo ? 
 
 I have renounc’d my int’reft long ago: 
 
 When thou were falfe and flefhly, I was thin? j 
 
 Mine wert thou never, tiU thpu vyert not mine. 
 
THIRD BOOK. 
 
 V ' ' • . • j. 
 
 The Entertainment, 
 
 , r , 
 
 A ll you whofe better thoughts are newly born. 
 And (rebaptiz’d with holy fire) can fcorn 
 The world’s bafe trafh, whofe necks difdain to bear 
 Th’ imperious yoke of Satan ; whofe chaft ear 
 No wanton fongs of Sirens can furprize 
 With falfe delight; whofe more than eagle-eyes 
 Can view the glorious flames of gold, and gaz® 
 
 On glitt’ring beams of honour, and not daze ; 
 
 Whofe fouls can fpurn at pleafure, and deny 
 The loofe fuggeftions of the flefh, draw nigh : 
 
 And you whofe am’rous, whofe feleft defires 
 Would feel the warmth of thofe tranfcendent fires, 
 Which (like the rifing fun) put out the light 
 Of ftar, and turn her day to night ; 
 
 You that would love, and have your paffions crown’d 
 With greater happinefs than can be found 
 In your own willies ; you that would affe£b 
 Where neither fcorn, nor guile, nor difrefpe£t 
 Shall wound your tortur’d fouls ; that would enjoy, 
 Where neither want can pinch, nor fulnefs cloy, 
 
 Nor double doubt afflifts, nor bafer fear 
 Unflames your courage in purfuit, draw near, 
 
 Shake hands with earth, and let your foul refpe£l: 
 Her joys no further, than her joys refleft 
 Upon her maker’s glory ; if thou fwim 
 In wealth, fee him in all ; fee all in him ; 
 
 Sink’ft 
 
ti6 EmUems, Book 3 . 
 
 Sink’ft thou in want, and is thy fmall criife fpent ? 
 
 See him in want: enjoy him in content: 
 
 Conceiv’fl: him lodg’d in crofs, or loft in pain ? 
 
 In pray’r and patience find him out again; 
 
 Make heav’n thy Miftrefs, let no change remove 
 Thy loyal heart, be fond, be fick of love: 
 
 What, if he flop his ear, or knit his brow? 
 
 At length he’ll be as fond, as fick as thou : 
 
 Dart up thy foul in groans.: thy fecret groan 
 Shall pierce his car, lliall pierce his ear alone : 
 
 Dart up thy foul in vows : thy facred vow 
 Shall find him out, where heav’n alone fliall know: 
 Dart up thy foul in fighs : thy whifp’ring figh 
 Shall rouze his ears, and fear no lift’ner nigh: 
 
 Send up thy groans, thy fighs, thy clofet-vow; (thou. 
 There’s none, there’s none fhall know but heav’n and 
 Groans frefh’d with vo ws, and vows made fait with tears, 
 Unfcale his eyes, and feale his conquer’d ears: 
 
 Shoot up the bofom«ftiafrs of thy defire, 
 
 Feather’d with faith, and double-fork’d with fire ; 
 
 And they will hit: fear not, where faeav’n bids come, 
 Heav’n’s never deaf, but when man’s heart is dumb. 
 
Book 3 * 
 
 ErMcms* 
 
 I. 
 
 ISAIAH ^6. 6. 
 
 Mj foul hath defired thee in the night, 
 
 G Oocl God? what horrid darknefs doth furround 
 My groping foul 1 how are my fenfes bound 
 In utter Ihades^ and muffled from the light, 
 lurk in the bofom of eternal night ! 
 
 The bold-fac’d lamp of heav’i^^n fet and rife 
 And with his morning gliwy ^ the ev 
 Of gazing mortals ; his viflorious ray 
 Can chafe the lhadows and reftore the 
 Night’s baihful emprefs, though Ihe 
 As oft repeats her darknefs, primes again 
 And with her circling horns doth re-embrace 
 Her brother’s wealth, and orbs her filver face. 
 
 But ah I my fun, deep fwallow’d in his fall, 
 
 Is fet, and cannot ftiine, nor rife at all : 
 
 My bankrupt wain can beg nor borrow light ; 
 
 Alas ! my darknefs is perpetual night. 
 
 Falls have their riftngs, wainings have their primes. 
 And defp’rate forrows wait their better times : 
 
 Ebbs have their floods, and autumns have their fpringsi 
 All ftates have changes hurried with the fwings 
 Of chance and time, ftill riding to and fro : 
 Terreftrial bodies, and celeftial too. 
 
 How often have I vainly grop’d about, 
 
 With lengthen’d armstofinda paflage out, 
 
 That I might catch thofe beams mine eye defires, 
 
 And bathe my foul in thofe celeftial fires ! 
 
 Like as the haggard, cloifter’d in her mew, 
 
 To fcour her downy robes, and to renew 
 
130 Emblems, Book 3, 
 
 Her broken flags, preparing t’overlook 
 The tim’rous mallard at the Aiding brook, 
 
 Jets oft from perch to perch ; from flock tq ground j 
 From ground to window j thus furveying round 
 Her dove-befeather’d prifpn, till at length 
 {Calling her noble birth to mind, and ftrength 
 Whereto her wing.was born) her ragged beak 
 Nips off her jangling jeffes, ftrives to break 
 Her gingling fetters, and begins to bate 
 At ev*ry glimpfe, and darts at ev’ry grate : 
 
 Ev'ji fo my weary foul, that long has been ^ 
 
 An inmate in this tenement of fin, 
 
 Lock’d up by clou4-bro-w’d error, which invites 
 My cloifter’d-thoughts to feed oh black delights, 
 
 Now fcOrns her Ih'adows, and begins to dart 
 Her wing’d defires at^thee,..that only art 
 The fun fhe feeks, whofe rliing beams can fright 
 Thefe dusky cjouds that make fo dark a night; 
 
 Shine forth, gr^eat glpry, {bine ; that I may fee 
 Both how to loath iny fe^^ and honour thee: 
 
 But if my weaknefs force thee to deny . 
 
 Thy flames, yet lenh tbe„twjjight of thine eye 
 If J muft want thofe beams,' I wifh; yet grant, 
 
 Th^t I, atleafl, wilh thofe beams, I want. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Book 3. 
 
 Emhlms. 
 
 > 3 * 
 
 S. AUGUST. Soliloqu. cap. 33- 
 
 There “toas a great dark cloud of vanity before mine eyes^ 
 fo that I could not fee the fun of jujiice and the light of 
 truth: 1 being the fonof darknefs, was involved in darknefs: 
 J loved my darknefs, becaufe I knew not thy light J was 
 blind, and loved my blindnefs, and did walk from darknefs 
 to darknefs : but. Lord, thou art my God, who haft led me 
 from darknefs and the jhadow of death haft caUed me into 
 this gloriotis light ^ and behold, Tfee* 
 
 EPIG. I. 
 
 My foul, chear up ; what if the night be long ? 
 Heav’n finds an ear when finners find a tongue; 
 Thy tears are morning fhow’rs : hcav’n bid me fay) 
 When cock begins to crow, ’tis day. 
 
BmUms. 133 
 
 II. 
 
 PSALM 69. 3; 
 
 thou knomfi my foolijhnefs, and my 
 fins are not hid from thee. 
 
 S Eeft thou this fulfom ideot ? Jn what meafure 
 He feems tranfported with the antick pleafure 
 OF childifh baubles ? Can’ft thou but admire 
 The empty fulnefs of his vain delire ? 
 
 Can’ll thou conceive fuch poor delights as thefe 
 Can fill th* infatiate foul of man, or pleafe 
 The fond afpe£l of his deluded eye ? 
 
 Reader, fuch very fools are thou and I : 
 
 Falfe puffs of honour ; the deceitful ftreams 
 Of wealth; the idle, vain, and empty dreams 
 Of pleafure, are ciu traffick, and eitfnare 
 Our fouls, the threefold fubjeSl of our care ; 
 
 We toil for traih, we barter folid joys 
 For airy trifles, fell our heav’n for toys : 
 
 We catch at barley.grains, whilft pearls Hand by 
 Defpis’d; fuch very fools are thou and L 
 Aim’ll thou at honour ? does not th’ ideot lhake it 
 In his left hand ? fond man, Hep forth and take it: 
 
 Or would’ll thou wealth ? fee now the fool prefents thee 
 With a full basket, if fuch wealth contents thee : 
 Would’ll thou take pleafure? if the fool unllride 
 His prauncing llallion, thou may’ll up and ride : 
 
 Fond man, fuch is the pleafure, wealth, and honour 
 The earth affords fuch foOls, as do at upon her ; 
 
 Such is the game whereat earth’s ideots fly ; 
 
 Such ideots, ah ! fuch fools are thou and I ; 
 
 0 Lord, 
 
 I 
 
 Had 
 
134 Emblems. Book 3 . 
 
 Had rebel man’s fool-hardinefs extended 
 No farther than himfelf, and there had ended, 
 
 It had been juft ; but thus enrag’d to fly 
 Upon th’ eternal eyes of majefty, 
 
 And drag the fon of glory from the breaft 
 Of his indulgent father ; to arrefl: 
 
 His great and facred perfon ; in difgrace 
 To fpit and fpawl upon his fun-bright- face ; 
 
 To taunt him with bafe terms, and being bound 
 To fcourge his foft, his trembling fides ; to wound 
 His head with thorns ; his heart with humane fears ; 
 His hands with nails, and his pale flank with fpears; I 
 And then to paddle in the purer ftream \ 
 
 Of his ipilt blood, is more than moft extream: 
 
 Great builder of mankind, can’ft thou propound 
 All this to thy bright eyes, and not confound 
 Thy handy- work ? O ! can’ft thou chufe but fee, 
 
 That mad’ft the tie? can ought be hid from thee ? 
 Thou feeft our perfons, Lord, and not our guilt ; 
 
 Thou feeft not what thou may’ft, but what thou wilt : 
 The hand that form’d us is inforc’d to be 
 A fereen fet up betwixt thy work and thee : 
 
 Look, look upon that hand, and thou (bait Iple 
 An open wound, a through-fare for thine eye ; ^ 
 
 Or if that wound be clos’d, that paflage be 
 Deny’d between thy gracious eye and me. 
 
 Yet view the fear ; that fear will coii^termand 
 Thy wrath ; O read my fortune tn thy hand. 
 
 S. CHRYS. 
 
Book 3* 
 
 £mhlems» 
 
 13 ? 
 
 S. CHRYS. Horn. 4. in Joan. 
 
 Fools fetm to abound in votalth^ when they want aU things ; 
 thy feem to enjoy happinefs, when indeed they are only mojl 
 miferable; neither do they underftand that they are deluded 
 by their fancy f till they be delivered from their folly. 
 
 S. GREG, in Mor, 
 
 By fo much the more are we inwardly fiolijh, by how meh 
 me firive to feem outwardly wife. 
 
 
 EPIG. 2. 
 
 Rebellious fool, what has thy folly don« ? 
 
 Control’d thy God, andcrucify’d his Son? 
 
 How fweetly has the Lord of life deceiv’d thee I (thee 
 Thou Ihedd’R his blood, and that ihed Wood has fay’d 
 
 G 
 
Book 3. Emhkms^ 137^ 
 
 IIL 
 
 PSALM 6 . i: 
 
 Hdve mercy f Lord, ufon me, for I am weak i 
 0 Lordi heal me^ for my hones are vexed* 
 
 Soul, Jefut. 
 
 Soul. A H ! fon of Davidf help : "Sef. What iinful cry 
 Jl \ Implores the Son of David? Soul. It is I. 
 Who art thou? Soul. Oh! a deeply wounded bread 
 That’s heavy laden, and would fain have reft. 
 
 Jef. I have no feraps, and dogs muft not be fed, 
 Like houQiold children, with the childrens bread. 
 
 Soul. True, Lord ; yet tolerate a hungry whelp 
 To lick their crums : O fon of David^ help* 
 
 Jef. Poor foul, what ail’ft thou ? Soul. O I burn, I fry, 
 I cannot reft, I know not where to fly 
 To find feme eafe j 1 turn my blubber’d face 
 
 From man to man ; I rowl from place to place 
 
 T’avoid my tortures, tp obtain relief. 
 
 But ftill am dogg’d and haunted with my grief : 
 My mid-night torments call the fluggifh light. 
 
 And when the morning’s come, they woo the nJghi 
 Jef. Surceafe thy tears, and fpeak thy free defires. (R 
 So. Quench, quench my flames, & fwage thofc fcorch 
 JefCinR thou believe, my hand can cure thy grie 
 I believe; Lord, help my unbelief. 
 Hold forth thine arm and let my fingers try 
 Thy pulfe ; where chiefly doth thy torment lie ? 
 
 Soul. From head to foot ; it reigns in ev’ry part. 
 But plays the felf-law’d tyrant in my heart. 
 
 G 3 
 
 ■'VCifc'" S' - 
 
138 Emblems^ Book 3. 
 
 Jef, Can’fl: thou digeft, can’ft relifli wholfome food? 
 How (lands thy tafte ? Sow/. To nothing that is good ; 
 All linful tra(h, and earth’s iunfav’ry (luff 
 I can digeft, and relilh wefl'Cnough. 
 
 5^0/wr. Is not thy blood as cold as hot, by turns ? 
 
 Sml. Cold to what’s good ; to what is bad it burns. 
 How old’s thy grief? Sow/. I took it at the fall 
 With eating fruit. jFo/. ’Tis epidemical : 
 
 Thy blood’s infeiled, and th* infeftion fprung 
 Trom a bad liver; ’tis a fever ftrong 
 And^fhll cif d6afh, tihlefs, with prelent fpeed, 
 
 A vein be open’d : thou muft die, or bleed. 
 
 Sow/. O l am faint and (pent: that launce that (hall 
 Let forth my blood, lets forth my life withal : 
 
 My foul wants cordials, and has greater need 
 Of blood, than Cbeing fpent fo far) to bleed : 
 
 I ftiint already, if I bleed, I die. 
 
 74?/! ’Tis eitlier you muft bleed, (ick foul, or I : 
 
 My blood’s a cordial. He that fucks my veins, 
 
 Shall cleanfc his own, and conquer greater pains^ 
 Than thefe : chear up 5 this precious blood of mino 
 Shall cure thy grief ; my heart (hall bleed for thine, 
 s Believe, and view me.with a faithful eye. 
 
 Thy foul (hall neither languilh, bleed, nor die. 
 
 S. AUGUST 
 
Book 3 * Emblems* 139 
 
 S. AUGUST, lib. 10. Confctr 
 
 Lord, he merciful unto me: ah me I behold, I hide' not 
 my wounds: thou art a phyfician, and 1 amjick i thou art 
 merciful, and lam miferable. 
 
 S. GREG, in Paftoral. 
 
 O wifdom, with how fweet an art doth thy wine and oil 
 refiore health to my- healthlefs foul I how powerfully merciful, 
 how mercifully powerful art thou ! powerful for me, merciful 
 to ms ! 
 
 EPIG. 3. 
 
 Can’ll thou be fick, and fuch a do£lor by ? 
 
 Thou can’ll not live, unlefsthy do£lordie; 
 Strange kind of grief, that finds no med’cine good 
 To ’fwage her pains, but the phyfician’s blood I 
 
 G j 
 
Emllems. 
 
 Book 3'; 
 
 141 
 
 IV. 
 
 PSAL. 2f. 18. 
 
 Look ufon my affli^ion and my fain, and 
 forgive aU my fins, 
 
 B Oth work and ftrokes? both laCh and labour too? 
 
 What more could Edont^ or proud j^^iur do ? 
 Stripes after ftripes; and blows fucceeding blows! 
 Lord, has thy feourge no mercy, and my woes 
 No end ? my pains no cafe ? no intermiffion ? 
 
 Is this the ftate, is this the fad condition 
 Of thofe that truft thee ? will thy goodnefs pleafc 
 T* allow no other favours ? none but thefe ? 
 
 Will not the rhet^ ick of my torments move ? 
 
 Are thefe the fymptoms, thefe the figns of love ? 
 
 Is’t not enough, enough that I fulfil 
 The toilfome task of thy laborious will ? 
 
 May not this labour expiate and purge 
 My fin without th’ addition of a feourge ? 
 
 Look on my cloudy brow, how faft it rains 
 Sad fliow’rs of fweat, the fruits of fruitlefs pains: 
 Behold thefe ridges, fee what purple furrows 
 Thy plow has made ; O think upon thofe forrows 
 That once were thine ; O wilt thou not be woo’d 
 To mercy by the charms of fweat and blood ? 
 
 Can’ft thou forget that drowfy mount wherein 
 Thy dull difciples flept ? was not my fin 
 There punifh’d in thy foul ? did not this brow 
 Then fweat in thine ? were not thofe drops enow ? 
 Remember Gulgoth/t, where that fpring-tide 
 Overflow’d thy fov’reign facramental fide : 
 
 G 4, 
 
 There 
 
14 ^ EmUems, Book 
 
 There was no fin, there was no guilt in thee, 
 
 That caus’d thofe painsjthou fweat’fi,thou bled’fi for me. 
 Was there not blood enough, when one imall drop 
 Had po.w’r to ranfom thoufand worlds, and fiopj 
 The mouth of jufiice ? Lord, I bled before 
 In thy deep wounds ; can juliice challenge more ? 
 
 Or dofi thou vainly labour to hedge in 
 Thy Jofies from my Tides? my blood is thin, 
 
 And thy free bounty fcorns fuch eafy thrift 5 
 No, no, thy blood came not as love but gift. 
 
 But mull I ever grind ? and mull I earn 
 Nothing butflripes? O wilt thou difaltern 
 The reft thou gav’ft ? haft thou perus'd the curfe 
 Thou laid’ft on Adams fall, and made it worfe ? 
 
 Can’ft thou repent of mercy ? heav’n thought good 
 Loft man fhould feed in fweat; not work in blood: 
 Why doft thou wound th’ already wounded breaft ? 
 Ah me! my life is but a pain at beft: 
 
 I am but d:^ingduft: my day’s a fpan ; 
 
 What pleafure tak’ft thou in the blood of man? 
 
 Spare, fpare thyfeourge, and be not fo auftere: 
 
 Send fewer ftrokes, or lend more ftrength to bear. 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
EmUms, 
 
 S. BERN. Horn. Si. in Cant. 
 
 Miferahle man! who deliwr me from the reproach of 
 this Jbameful bondage ? I am a miferable man, but a free 
 man ; free, becaufe a man ; miferable, becaufe a fervant : 
 in regard of my bondage, miferable ; in regard of my voillf 
 inexcufable : for my will, that was free, bejlaved it felf to 
 fin, by affenting to fin j for he that commit eth fin, ts the 
 fervant to fin. 
 
 EPIC.. 4« 
 
 Tax not thy God .* thine own defaults did urge 
 This two. fold puniflinient ; the mill, the fcourge. 
 Thy fin’s the author of thy felf-tormenting : 
 
 Thou grind’ft for finning ; fcourg’d for not repenting. 
 
 G s 
 
EmUm$, 
 
Emilems, 
 
 Book 3^ 
 
 V. 
 
 JOB 10. 9. 
 
 J hcjscch ihcc^ thdt thou 
 me AS the chf, and wilt thou bring me to 
 dufi again ? 
 
 T hus from the bofom of the new-made earth 
 
 Poor man was delv’d and had his unborn birth 9 
 The fame the fluff, the felf-fame hand doth trim 
 The plant that fades, the beafl that dies, and him: 
 One was their fire, one was their common mother, 
 Plants are his fiflers, and the beafl his brother, 
 
 The elder too j beafls draw the felffame breath, 
 
 Wax old alike, and die the felffame death : 
 
 Plants grow as he,, with fairer robes array’d : 
 
 Alike they ftourifli, and alike they fade : 
 
 The beafl in fenfe exceeds him, and in growth, 
 
 The three-ag’d oak doth thrice exceed them both ? 
 Why look’fl thou then fo big, thou little fpan 
 Of earth ? what art thou more in being man ?: 
 
 I, but my great creator did infpire 
 My chofen earth, with the diviner fire 
 Of reafon gave me judgment and a will ;; 
 
 Thar, to know good ; this, to choofe good from ill - 
 He puts the reins of pow’jr in my free hand, 
 
 A jurifdidion over fea and land,, 
 
 He gave me art to lengthen out my fpan 
 Of life, and made me all, in being man: 
 
 I, but thy pafiion has committed tre^fon 
 Againft the facred perfon of thy reafon : 
 
 Thy judgment is corrupt, pervcrfe thy will ; 
 
 That knows no good, and this makes choice of iH 
 
14^ Emhkms, Book 3 
 
 The greater height fends down the deeper fall; 
 
 And good declin’d turns bad, turns worft of afl. 
 
 Say then, proud inch of living earth, what can* 
 
 Thy greatnefs claim the more in being man? 
 
 O but my foul tranfeends the pitch of nature, 
 
 Born up by th’ image of her high creator j 
 Out-braves the life of reafon, and bears down 
 Her waxen wings, kicks off her brazen crown. 
 
 My heart’s a living temple t’entertain 
 The king of glory, and his glorious train : 
 
 How can I mend my title then ? where can 
 Ambition find a higher ftyle than man ? 
 
 Ah ! but that image is defac’d and foil’d ; 
 
 Her temple’s raz’d, her altars all defil’d j 
 Her veffcls are polluted and diffain’d 
 With loathed lufi, her ornaments prophan’d; 
 
 Her oil-forfaken lamps, and hallow’d tapers 
 Put out; her incenfe breaths unfav’ry vapours: 
 
 Why fwell’ft thou then fo big, thou little fpan 
 Of earth ? what art thou more in being man? 
 
 Eternal potter, whofe bleft hands did lay 
 My ooarfe foundation from a fod of clay, 
 
 Thou know’ft my (lender vefiel’s apt to leak ; 
 
 Thou know’ft my brittle temper’s prone to break; 
 Are my bones brazil, or my flefti of oak ? * 
 
 O, mend what thou haft made, what I have broke; 
 Look, look with gentle eyes, and in thy day 
 Of vengeance, Lord, remember 1 am clay. 
 
 s. AUGUST. 
 
Book 3* 
 
 147, 
 
 S. AUGUST. Sollloi.ji. 
 
 SihuU I ask, vsh made me ? It was thu that madefl mt, 
 without whom nothing was made : thou art my maker, and 
 J thy work. I thank thee, my Lord God, by whom 1 live, 
 md by whom all things fubftft, becaufe thou madejl me : t 
 thank thee, O my potter, becaufe thy hands have made me, 
 becaufe thy hands have formed me. 
 
 EPIG. ^ 
 
 Why fwcirft thou, man, pufc up with fame and purfe 
 Th’art better earth, but born to dig the worfe: 
 Thou cam’ft from earth, to earth thou muft return, 
 And art but earth caft from the womb to th urn* 
 
Z' 
 
 {O' hat shallj ^ WTto thee.O thoiv 
 prc'j’ervsr £/• men why had then set 
 ■'ire as a niarkc ryatt^ thee. Joh ^ 
 
EmUms. 
 
 14^ 
 
 VI. 
 
 J O B 7. 10. 
 
 / finned .* what fhall I do unto thee, 
 0 thou frefirver of men ? whj dofi thou 
 fit me AS a mark againfi thee ? 
 
 L Ord, I have done; and, Lord, I have mlfdone ; 
 
 *Tis folly to contefl-, to ftjrive with one 
 tThat is too ftrong ; ’tis folly to aflail 
 Or prove an arm, that will, that mufl:, prevail. 
 
 Tve done, I’ve done • thefe trembling hands have thrown 
 Their daring weapons down : the day’s thine ownt 
 Forbear to ftrike where thou haft won the field, 
 
 The palm, the palm is thine : I yield, I yield. 
 
 Thefe treach’rous hands that were fo vainly bold 
 To try a thrivelefs combat, and to hold 
 Self- wounding weapons up, are now extended 
 For mercy from thy hand ; that knee that bended 
 Upon her guardlefs guard, doth now repent 
 Upon this naked floor; fee both are bent, 
 
 And fue foV pity : O my ragged wound ‘ 
 
 Is deep and defp’rate, it is drench’d and drown’d 
 In blood and briny tears : it doth begin 
 To ftink without, and putrify within, 
 
 Let that viftorious hand that now appears 
 Juft in my blood, prove gracious to my tears: 
 
 Thou great preferver of prefumptuous man. 
 
 What lhall I do ? what fatisfaftion can 
 Poor duft and alhes make ? O if that blood 
 That yet remains unflied, were half as good 
 As blood of oxen, if my death might be 
 An off’ring to atone my God and me, 
 
 I 
 
t so ErnhkmK Book 5^ 
 
 I would difdain Injurious Jife, and ftand 
 A fuitor to be wounded from thy hand 
 
 may thy wrongs be meafur’d by the fpan 
 Of life, or balanc’d with the blood of man? 
 
 No, no, eternal fin expefts for guerdon. 
 
 Eternal penance, or eternal pardon : 
 
 Lay down thy weapons, turn thy wrath away, 
 
 And pardon him that hath no price to pay; 
 
 Enlarge that foul, which bafe prefumption binds ^ 
 
 Thy juftice cannot loofe what mercy finds : 
 
 0 thou that writ not bruife the broken reed, 
 
 Rub not my fores, nor prick the wounds that. bleed. 
 Lord, ifthypeevilh infant fights and flies. 
 
 With unpar’d weapons, at his mother’s eyes, 
 
 Her frowns fhalf mix’d with fmiles) may chance toflicw 
 An angry love- trick on his arm, or fo; 
 
 Where, if the babe but make a lip and cry. 
 
 Her heart begins to melt, and by and by 
 She coaks his dewy cheeks ; her babe fhe bliflTes, 
 
 And choaks her language with a thoufand kifles; 
 
 1 am that child ; lo, here I proftrate lie. 
 
 Pleading for mercy ; I repent and cry 
 For gracious pardon : let thy gentle ears 
 
 Hear that in words, what mothers judge in tears: 
 
 See not my frailties. Lord, but through my fear, 
 
 And look on ev’ry trefpafs through a tear r 
 Then calm thine anger, and appear, more mild s 
 Remember, th’arc a father, I a child. 
 
Book 3. 
 
 Emhlms. 
 
 S. BERN. Ser, ar. la Cant. 
 
 Miferahle man! who (ha3 deliver me from the reproach of 
 this Jhameful bondage^ 1 am a tniferabJe but a free 
 
 man : free, becaufe like to God ; miferahle, becaufi againji 
 God : O keeper of mankind, why hafi thou fet me as a mark 
 ffgainji thee? thou haft fet me, becaufe thou haft not kin- 
 dred me : It is juft that thy enemy fbould be my enemy, and 
 that he who repugneth thee, Jhould repugn me ; I who am 
 agahft thee, am againft my f elf. 
 
 EPIC 6 . 
 
 But form’d, and fight! but born, and then rebel! 
 How fmall a blaft will make a bubble fwell ? 
 
 But dares the floor affront the hand that laid it ? 
 
 So apt is duft to fly in’s face that made it. 
 
Book 3. 
 
 EmbUms. 
 
 *53 
 
 VII. 
 
 JOB 13. 14. 
 
 Wherefore htdeft thou thy face, pd holdeji 
 we for thine enemy ? 
 
 W Hy doft thou fliade thy lovely face ? O why 
 Does that eclipfing hand fo long deny 
 The fun-fhine of thy fouUenliv’ning eye? 
 
 Without that light, what light remains In me ? 
 
 Thou art my life, my way, my light, in thee 
 I live, I move, and by thy beams I fee. 
 
 Thou art my life ; if thou but turn away, 
 
 My life’s a thoufand deaths : thou art my way : 
 Without thee, Lord, 1 travel not, but ftray. 
 
 My light thou art ; without thy glorious fight, 
 
 Mine eyes are darken’d with perpetual night. 
 
 My God, thou art my way, my life, my light. 
 
 Thou art my way; I wander, if thou file: 
 
 Thou art my light ; if hid, how blind am I ? 
 
 Thou art my life ; if thou withdraw, I die. 
 
 Mine eyes are blind and dark, I cannot lee ; 
 
 To whom, or whither fiiould my darknefs flee, 
 
 But to the light ? and who’s that light but thee ? 
 
 My path Is loft, my wand’rlng fteps do ftray ; 
 
 I cannot fafely go, nor fafely ftay ; 
 
 Whom ihould 1 fcek but thee, my path, my way ? 
 
 O 
 
1 5*4 Emhlems, Book 3 . 
 
 O, I am dead: to whom flia 11 1, poor I,’ 
 
 Repair ? to whom lhall my fad afhes fly, 
 
 But life ? and where is life but in thine eye ? 
 
 And yet thou turn’ft away thy face, and fly’fl: me ; 
 And yet I fue for grace, and thou deny’ft me ; 
 
 Speak, art thou angry. Lord, or only try’ft me ? • 
 
 Unskreen thofe heav’nly lamps, or tell me why 
 Thou fliad’ft thy face? perhaps thou think’fl: no eye 
 Can view thofe James,, an4 not drop dawn and dig. 
 
 If that he all, fhine forth and draw thee nigh’rj. 
 
 Let me behold and die, for my defire > 
 
 Is, P^«»/;c.Iike, to perifh in thaj: fire.. 
 
 Death-conquer’d L»iCrm was redeem’d by thee • 
 
 If I am dead. Lord, fet death’s pris’ner free ; * 
 
 Am I more fpenr, or ftink I worfe than he ?’ 
 
 If my puft life be out, give leave to tine 
 My fhamekfs fnuff* at that bright lamp of thine ^ 
 
 O what’s thy light the lefs for light’ning mine ? 
 
 If I have lofi: my path, great Shepherd, Tay, 
 
 Shall I ftill wander in a doubtful way ? 
 
 Lord, ftiall a lamb. of ifrUk fheep-fold ftray ? 
 
 Thou art the pilgrim’s path, the blind man’s eye f | 
 The dead man’s life: on thee my hopesTely; ^ 
 
 If thou remove, I err, I grope, I die... 
 
 Difclofe’thy fun-beams, clofe thy wings and fiay| 
 
 See, fee how l-am blind, and dead, and ftray, 
 
 O thou that art Oiy light, my life, my way. . 
 
 s. august: 
 
Bookj. Emhkms. lyj 
 
 S. AUGUST. Soliloq. cap. i. 
 
 Why doji thu hide thy face? happily thou wilt fay y nom 
 can fee thy face and live : ah ! Lord, let me die, that I may 
 fee thee ; let me fee thee, that I may die : I would not live, 
 but die j that 1 may fee Chrif, I defre death j that I may 
 live with Chri(i, J defpife life. 
 
 ANSELM. Med. cap. y. 
 
 o excellent hiding, which is become my perfeliion ! my God, 
 thou hidejl thy treafure, to kindle my defre 1 thou hidefi thy 
 pearl, to inflame the feeker ; thou delay' fi to give, that thou 
 may' ft teach me 4o importme ; feemlft not to hear, to make 
 me perfevere. 
 
 f ■ 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 If heav’fi’s all-quicVning eyes vouchfafe to Chine 
 Upon our fouls, we flight } if not, we whine: 
 Our equinoftial hearts can never lie 
 Secure, beneath the cropicks of that eye. 
 
Book 3. 
 
 *57 
 
 Emhkms^ 
 
 VIII. 
 
 I 
 
 JER. 9. I. 
 
 0 that my head mre waters^ and mine eyes 
 a fountain of tears, that I might weep day 
 and night, 
 
 O That mine eyes were fprings, and could transform 
 Their drops to feas ;‘my fighs into a ftorm 
 Of zeal, and facred violence, wherein 
 This lab- ring velTelj laden with her fin, 
 
 Might fufFcr fuddcn Ihipwrack^ and be fplit 
 Upon that rock, where my drench’d (bul may itr, 
 O’erwhelm’d with plenteous pafiion: O, and there 
 Drop, drop, into an everlafting tear ! 
 
 Ah me! that cv’ry (tiding vein that wanders 
 Through this vaft ifle, did work her wild meanders 
 In brackifh tears inftead of blood, and fwell 
 This flelh with holy dropdcs, from whofe well, 
 
 Made warm with fighs, may fume my Wafting breath, 
 Whilft I diflblve in ftcams, and reek to death! 
 
 Thefe narrow fluices of my dribbling eyes 
 
 Are much too ftrcighfi for thofe quick iprings that rife, 
 
 And hourly fill my temples to the top ; 
 
 I cannot flied for ev’ry fin a drop j 
 
 Great builder of mankind^ why haft thoU fent. 
 
 Such fwclling floods, and made fo fmall a vent? 
 
 O that this flelh had been compos’d of fnow, 
 
 InlVcad of earth j and bones of ice, thatfo, 
 
 4 
 
 Feeling 
 
15^ Book 3 
 
 Feeling the fervor of my fin ; and loathing 
 The fire I feel, I might have thaw’d to nothing ! 
 
 O thou that didfi, with hopeful joy, entomb 
 Me thrice three Moons in thy laborious womb. 
 
 And then, with joyful pain, brought’fi forth a fon, 
 What worth thy labour has thy labour done ? 
 
 What was there, ah ! what was there in my birth 
 That could deferve the eafieft fmile of mirth ? 
 
 A man was born : alasl and what’s a man? 
 
 A fcuttle full of dufi, a meafur’d fpan 
 Gf flitting time ; a furnifli’d pack, whofe wares 
 Are fu Hen griefs, and foul-tormenting cares : 
 
 A vale of tears, a veflel tunn’d with breath. 
 
 By ficknefs broacht, to be drawn out by death: 
 
 A haplefs helplefs thing, that born does cry 
 To feed, that feeds to live, that lives to die. 
 
 Great God and Man, whofe eye fpent drops fo often 
 For me chat cannot weep enough ; O foften 
 Thele marble brains, and llrlke this flinty rock ; 
 
 Or, if the mufick of thy codk 
 
 Will more prevail, fill, fill my heark’ning ears 
 With that fweet found, thi^ I may melt in tearsi 
 I cannot weep until thou broach mine eye; 
 
 O give me vent, or elfe I burft, and die. 
 
 % 
 
 AMBIROS. 
 
EMiems, 
 
 Book 3. 
 
 S. AMBROS, in Pfal. 118. 
 
 that commits fins to he weft for^ cannot weep for Jim 
 committed ; and being himjelf wofi larnmable^ hath m team 
 to lament his efiences. 
 
 NAZIANZ. Orat 3. 
 
 Tears are the deluge of Jin, and the world's facrlfice, 
 
 S. HIER. ON. ih Efaiam. 
 
 Prayer appeafes God, but a fear compels him : fkat rno^vet 
 * him, but this confirains him. 
 
 EPIC. g. 
 
 Earth is an ifland ported round with fears 1 
 Thy way to heav’n is through the fea of tears, 
 
 It is a ftormy pafTage, where is found 
 
 The wrack of many a fhip, but no man drown’d. 
 
i66 
 
 Emhlems. Book 3. 
 
 IX. 
 
 ^bsU haue ettcotnpa^ed me 
 thejhams pj death, katie puertakea 
 
Book 3. 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 PSALM 18. s- ‘ 
 
 Jhe forrows of hell compaffed me about^ md 
 the fnares of death prevented me. 
 
 I S not this type well cut, m ev’ry part 
 
 Full of rich cunning? fil’d with Zc*<a:/ai» art? 
 
 Are not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds 
 Limn’d full to th’ life ? didft ever hear the founds 
 Of mufick, and the lip*dividing breaths 
 Of the ftrong-winded horn, recheats, and deaths, 
 Done more exaft? th* infernal Nimrods hollow ? 
 
 The lawlefs purlieus? and the game they follow ? 
 
 The hidden engines, and the fnares that lie 
 So undifeover’d, fo obfeure to th’ eye? 
 
 The new-drawn net, and her intangled prey ? 
 
 And him that clofes it ? Beholder, fay, 
 
 Is’f not well done ? feems not an cm’lous ftrife 
 Betwixt the rare-cut pifture and the life ? 
 
 Thele purlieu-men are devils ; and the hounds, 
 fThofe qulck-nos’d canibals, that fcour the grounds^ 
 Temptations; and the game, the fiends purftie, 
 
 Are humane fouls, which ftill they have in view; 
 Whofe fury if they chance to fcape, by flying 
 The skilful hunter plants his net, clofe lying 
 On th’unfufpe^ted earth, baited with treafure. 
 Ambitious honour, and felf- wafting pleafu re; 
 
 Where, if the foul but ftoop, death ftands prepar’d 
 To draw the net, and drown the fouls enfnar’d. 
 
 H 2 
 
 Poor 
 
i6i Bmllms. Book 3 , 
 
 Poor foul ! how art thou hurried to and fro ? 
 
 Where canfl: thou fafely ftay ? where fafely go? 
 
 If ftay; thefc hot*mouth’d heunds are apt to tear thee ; 
 If go ; the fnares enclofe, the nets enfnare thee: 
 
 What good in this bad world has pow’r t’invite thee 
 A willing gueft? wherein can earth delight thee? 
 
 Her pleafures are but itch ; her wealth, but cares : 
 
 A world of datigers, and a world of fnares: 
 
 The^clofe purfuers bufte hands do plant 
 Snares in thy lubftance ; fnares attend thy want ; 
 Snares in thy credit ; fnares in thy difgrace ; 
 
 Snares in thy high eftate ; fnares in thy bafe ; 
 
 Snares tuck thy bed ; and fnares furround thy board ; 
 Snares watch thy thoughts j and fnares attach thy word ; 
 Snares in thy quiet ; mares in thy commotion ; 
 
 Snares in thy diet ; fnares in thy devotion ; 
 
 Snares lurk in thy refolves, fnares^ln thy doubt ; 
 Snares lie within thy heart, and fnares without, 
 
 Snares are above thy head, and fnares beneath, 
 
 Snares in thy ficknefs, fnares are in thy death : 
 
 0!if thefe purlieus beTo'-full of danger, 
 
 Great God of hearts, the world’s foie fov’ reign ranger, 
 Preferve thy deer, and let my foul be blefl: 
 
 In thy fafe foreft, where' I fee k for reft : 
 
 Then let the helhhounds roar, I fear no ill, ^ 
 
 Rouxe me they may,. bu.t have no pow’r to kill. 
 
 S. AMBROS. 
 
Emllms, 
 
 Book 3 
 
 S. A M B R O S. Ub. 4. in cap. 4. in Luc. 
 
 The reward of honours, the height of power, the delicacy of 
 diet, and the beauty of an harlot, are the fnares of the devil, 
 
 S. A M B R O S. de bono mortis. 
 
 Whilf thou feekef pkafures, thou rmmf into fnares, for 
 the eye of the harlot is the fnjtre of the adulterer, 
 
 SAVANAR. 
 
 Jn eating he fets before us gluttony ; in generation luxury • 
 in labour, fluggijhnefs ; in converjtng, envy ■ in governing 
 covetoufnefs ; in correBing, anger', in honour, pride: in the 
 heart, he fets evil thoughts ; in the mouth, evil words ; in 
 aBions, evil works j when awake, he moves us to evil aBi* 
 ens wh,n ajleep, U filthy dreams. 
 
 E P I G. 9. 
 
 Be fad, my heart, deep dangers wait thy mirth : 
 Thy foul’s way-laid by fea, by helJ, by earth ; 
 
 Hell has her hounds ; earth, fnares ; the fea, a fhcif; 
 But moll of all, my heart, beware thy felf. 
 
 H 3 
 
Emhlms, 
 
 Bookj; 
 
 ■ izfer jud^ 
 
 ^eruantfor no mak ^ 
 ivuft^ed in j'^ht 
 
Book 3; 
 
 10 S' 
 
 X. 
 
 PSALM. 143. 
 
 Tiot into juJgwent vpith thy fcrvunt^ 
 for in thy fi^ht Jhall no mAn It vlng he 
 jufiified, 
 
 Jejus. Sinner. 
 
 B (mands 
 Ring forth the prisoner, Juftice. Ju. Tby som- 
 Are done, juft judge: See here the pris’ner ftana-. 
 
 Jef. What has the pris’ner done ? Say ; what s the caule 
 Of his commitment ? Juji. He hath broke the laws 
 Of his too gracious God j confpirM the death 
 Of that great Majeftv that gave him breath. 
 
 And heaps tranfgreflion, Lord, upon tranigreuion. 
 
 Jef. How know’ft thou this ? Ju.tEv'n by his owi^on* 
 His fins are crying ; and they cry’d aloud : (feiiion : 
 They cryM to heav’n, they cry’d to heav n for blood. 
 
 Jef. Whatfay’ft thou finner? haft thou ought to plead, 
 Thar fentence fliould not pafs? hold up thy head, 
 
 And fliew thy braz’n, thy rebellious face. 
 
 Sin. Ah me I I dare not : I’m too vile and bale 
 To tread upon the earth, much more*, fo 
 Mine eyes to heav’n ; I need no other - 
 
 Than mine own confcience ; Lord, I muiT ContcIS> 
 
 I am no more than duft, and no whit lefs 
 Than my indiftment ftyles me ; Ah t if thou 
 Search too fevere, with too fevere a brow, 
 
 What flelh can ftand? I have tranfgrcft thy laws; 
 
 My merits plead thy vengeance ; not my caufc : 
 
 H;.4. 
 
I am thy handy. work, thy creature, Lord, ' 
 brampt with thy glorious image, and at firft 
 Moit like to thee, though now a poor accurft 
 Lonvifted caitiff, and degenVous creature, 
 
 Here tremblincr ar fbv ’-ru*. .1 
 
 i.iiuti j nan uiou notning eiie to lay? 
 Nothing but fxerc/, mercy. Lord; my ftate 
 Is miierably poor and defperatej 
 
 F quire renounce my fdf, the world, and ffse 
 From Lord to Jefus,^ from thy fclf to thee. 
 
 Ceafcthy vain hopes; my angry God has vow’d* 
 Abuled mercy mull have blood for blood: ’ 
 
 Shall I yet ftrike the blow ? Jef. Stay, Ju (lice, hold • 
 My bowels yearn, my fainting blood grows cold, ’ 
 To view the trembling wretch ; methinks, I fpie. 
 
 My father s Image in the pris’ner’s eye, 
 
 ’juft, I cannot hold. Jef. Then turn thy thirfly blade 
 Into my hdes, let there the wound be made : 
 
 Chear up, dear foul; redeem thy life with mine* 
 
 My foul fball fmart, my heart Ihall bleed for thine. 
 
 Sin O groundlefs deeps O love beyond degree ? 
 
 Th olfendcd dies to fee th’ offender free. 
 
 & AUG- 
 
E P I G. lOi 
 
 Mercy of mercies! He that was my drudge 
 Is now my advocate, is now my jadge: 
 
 He fufFers, pleads, and fentences al ne: 
 Three I adore, and yec adne but one, 
 
 n s 
 
 Book j. 
 
 Emhkms. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 if / done thitt, for -which thou wayefl damn 
 me-, thou hafl not loft that, whereby thou may eft fave me: re- 
 member not, fweet Jefut, thy juftice againft the ftnner, but 
 thy benignity towards thy creature : remember not to proceed 
 againft a guilty foul, but remember thy mercy towards a mi- 
 ferable wretch: forget the infolence of the provoker, and be- 
 hold the mifery of the invoker j for what is Jefas but a Sa* 
 viour ? 
 
 me, and for - 
 : my ft eft: hath pro^ . 
 ftejh of Chtift move thee to ; 
 reheUions have deferved-, but 
 merited. 
 
 Have n 
 get what 
 voked the 
 
 mercy : 
 if is more 
 
1 
 
 Book 3*', Emhlem» 1^9 
 
 XT. 
 
 P S A L. ^9. 1 
 
 LH not the water^floods overflorp me, neither 
 let the deep fa allow me up. 
 
 T He world’s a fea ; my flefh a Ihip that’s mann’d 
 Withlab’ring thoughts, and fleer’d by reafon’s hand-: 
 My heart’s the fea-man’s card, whereby ike fails j 
 My loofe afFedions are the greater fails ; 
 
 The top-fail is my fancy, and the gufts 
 That fill thcfe wanton flieets, are worldly lufls. 
 
 Pray’r is the cable, at whofe end appears 
 The anchor hope, ne’er flip’d but in our fears ^ 
 
 My will’s th’ unconftant pilot, that commands 
 The flagg’ring keel ; my fins are like the fands; 
 Repentance is the bucket, and mine eye 
 The pump unus’d (but in extreams) and dry c 
 My confcience is the plummet that does prcfs 
 The deeps, but feldom cries, O fatho^n lejh ; 
 
 Smooth calm’s fecurity ; the gulf, defpair ; 
 
 My freight’s corruption, and this life’s my tares 
 My foul’s the palTenger, confus’dly driy’n 
 From fear to fright ; her landing port is hcav’n. 
 
 My feas are flormy, and my Ihip d^h leak ; 
 
 My failers rude ; my fteers-man faint and wealth 
 My canvafs torn, it flaps from fide to fide,; . 
 
 My cable’s crackf, my anchor’s flightly ty’d 
 My pilot’s craz’d ; my. fhipwrack-fahde are cloak’d ; 
 My bucket's broken, and my pamp.;is chnak’d ; 
 
 My ca'm’s deceitful ; :.and hny gulf too near; 
 
 My wares aie llubber’d, and taV'fare’s too dear; 
 
 My plummet’s light, ircannof fink nor found ; 
 
 O,’ lhall my rock .bethreacen’d foul be drown’d? 
 
i/O ^ Emlkms. Book 3. 
 
 Lord, flill the Teas, and fiiicld my fliip from harms 
 my failors, guide my fteerfman’s arm; 
 
 Touch thou my compafsf, and renew my fails. 
 
 Send ftiifer courage or fend milder gales; 
 
 Make ftrong my cable, bind my anchor faftcr; 
 
 Direct my pilot, and be thou his mafter; 
 
 Obje£fc the lands to my more ferious view, 
 
 Make (bund my bucket, bore my pump anew: 
 New-caft my plummet, make it apt to try 
 Where the rocks lurk, and where the quick-fands lie; 
 Guard thou the gulf with, love, my calms with care ; 
 Cleanfe thou my fraight; accept my flender fare; 
 Refrefti the fea-fick palFenger ; cut Ihort 
 His voyage; land him in his wifhed port: 
 
 Thou, thoq, whom winds and ftormy feas obey, 
 
 That through the deep gav’fl- grumbling Ifrel way, 
 
 Say to my iouh be fafe ; and then mine eye 
 Shall fcorn grim death, although grim death ftand by, 
 O thou whofe ftrength-reviving arm did cherilh 
 Thy linking Peter, at the point to perifli, 
 
 Reach forth thy hand, or bid me tread the wave, 
 yii cpme, ni come:: the voice that calls willfavc:* 
 
 & AMBR os. 
 
Book 3 ♦ Emhktps, 171 
 
 S. AM BROS. Apol. poll, pro David. Cap. 
 
 The confluence of lujl males a great tempefl, which in this 
 fea d'jiurbeth the fea faring foul, that reafon cannot govern it. 
 
 S. A U G U S T. Soliloqu. cap. 35 . 
 
 We labour iu the boiflerous fea ; thou flandefl upon the 
 jhere and feeft our dangers ; give us grace to hold a middle 
 courfe betwixt Scylla and Charybdis, that both dangers 
 efcaped, we may arrive at the port fecure. 
 
 EPIC. II. 
 
 My foul, the feas arc rough, and thou a ftranger 
 In thefe falfe coafts j O keep aloof; there’s danger i 
 Caft forth thy plummet ; fee a rock appears; 
 
 Thy &ip wants fca-room ; make it with thy tears. 
 
i yi- EmlUms, Book ?. 
 
 XIL 
 
 0 tkattkcu fvoulc^jpr 0 tect me uttke 
 0rat7eaiul kidcme untilL thyjiit^tfr he 
 
Books* Emllms. S7j 
 
 XII. 
 
 JOB 14. 13. 
 
 0 thAt ihou wouldfi hide me in the grave, that 
 thou muldfi keep me in jecret until thy 
 wrath be pajl I 
 
 O Whither fliall I flie ? what path untrod 
 Shall I feek out to fcape the flaming rod 
 Gf my offended, of my angry God ? 
 
 Where fliall I fojourn ? what kind fea will hide 
 My head from thunder ? where fliall I abide,] 
 
 Until his flames be quench’d or laid afide ? 
 
 What, if my feet fliould take their , hafty flight, 
 And feek proteftion in the fliades of night ? 
 
 Alas! no fliades can blind the God of-light* 
 
 What, if my foul fliould take the wings of day, ^ 
 And find fomc defqrt? If fhe fprings away, 
 
 The wings of vengeance clip as faft as they. 
 
 What, if feme folld rock fliould entertain 
 My frighted foul ? can folid rocks reftrain 
 The flroke of Juftice and not cleave in twain ? 
 
 Nor fea, nor (hade, norfliield, nor rocky nor cave, 
 Nor filent deferts, nor the fuflen grave, 
 
 What flapie'ey’d fury means to. finite, can fave. 
 
 The feas will part, graves open, rocks will fpllt 5 
 The fhield will cleave ; the frighted fliadows flit ; 
 Where Juflice aims, her fiery darts muft hit. 
 
 No 
 
^74 Book 
 
 Vengeance means to thunder, 
 I here IS no place above, beneath, or under 
 
 So clofe, but will unlock, or rive in funder/ 
 
 f ' neither here nor there 
 Can fcape that hand, until that hand forbear • 
 Ah me ! where is he not, that’s ev’ry where? 
 
 Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy flhew. 
 
 Her better eye ; the farther off we go. 
 
 The fwing of juftice deals the mightier blow; 
 
 Th’ ingenuous child, corre^ed, doth not flie 
 His angry mother’s hand, but clings more nigh, 
 And quenches with his tears her flaming eye. 
 
 Shadows are faithlefs, and the rocks are falfe ; 
 No trull: in brafs, no truft in marble walls; 
 Poor cots are ev^ri as fafe as princes halls. 
 
 Great*God ! there is no fafety here below ; 
 
 Thou arc my forrrefs, thou that fcem’fl my foe, 
 
 ’Tis thou, that ftrik’ft the ftroke, mull: guard the blow. 
 
 Thou art my God, by thee I fall or (land ; 
 
 Thy- grace hath giv’n me courage to withftand 
 All tortures, but my confcienee and thy Lnd. 
 
 I know thy juflice is thy felf ; T know, 
 
 Juft God, thy very felf is mercy too; 
 
 If not CO thee, where, whither ftialll go ? 
 
 Then work thy will ; If paflion bid- me flee, 
 
 My reafon lhall obey ; my wings fliall be 
 Stretcht out no further than from thee to thee.' 
 
 / 
 
 X 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Book '3 • EmhUtfis. 
 
 S AUGUST. inPftl. 33. 
 
 Whither flie iJ to vohat place can I fafely fy 1 to 
 what mountain^ to what deni to what firong houfe? what 
 cafil Jhail I hold? what walls jhall hold me .? whitherfoever / 
 go, my felf foUoweth me: For whatfoever thon fiiefi, O man, 
 thou may'll, hut thy own confcience : wheref'oever, O Lord, I 
 go, Ipnd thee-, if angry, a revenger-, if pea fed, aredeem- 
 er: what way have I, hat to fie from thee to thee: that 
 ihoa may f avoid thy God, addrefs to thy Lord, 
 
 EPIG. 12. 
 
 Hath vengeance found thee ? can thy fears command 
 No rocks to fhield thee from her thund’ring hand ? 
 Know’ft thou not where to Tcape ? I’Jl tell thee where; 
 My foul, make clean thy confcience ; hide thee there. 
 
Book aI Emhlms. tyi 
 
 XIIL 
 
 JOB, 10. lol 
 
 Are Hot mj daysferv? Ceafe then, and let me 
 alone, that 1 may hewail my [elf a little, 
 
 M y glafs is half unfpent; forbear t’arrefl: 
 
 My thriftlefs day too foon: my poor requeft 
 Is that my glafs may run but out the reft. 
 
 My time-devoured minutes will be done 
 , Without thy help ; fee, fee how fwift they run : 
 
 Cut not my thread before my thread be fpun. 
 
 The gain’s not great I purchafe by this ftay ; 
 
 What lofs fuftain’ft thou by fo fmall delay, 
 
 To whom ten thoufand years arc but a day ? 
 
 My folfwing eye can hardly make a ftiift 
 To count my winged hours; they fly forwitt, 
 
 They fcarce defer ve the bounteous name of gift* 
 
 The fecret wheels of hurrying time do give 
 So (hort a warning, and fo fall: they drive. 
 
 That 1 am dead before I feem to live. 
 
 And what’s a life ? a weary pilgrimage, 
 
 Whofe glory in one day doth fill the ftage 
 With child-hood, man-hood, and decrepit age. 
 
 And what’s a life ? the flourilhing array 
 Of the proud fummer -meadow, which to day 
 Wears her green plufii, and is to morrow hay. 
 
 And what’s a life? Ablaft fuftain’d with cloathing. 
 Maintain’d with food, retain’d with vile felf-Ioathing, 
 Then weary of it felf, a gain tp nothing. 
 
 Read 
 
17^ Emhlms, Book 3 
 
 Read on this dial, how the fhades devour 
 My fliort-liv’d winter’s day* hour ears up hourj 
 Alas ! the total s but from eight to four. 
 
 Behold thefe lilhes (whi^h thy hands have made 
 
 Fair copies of my life, and open laid 
 
 To view) how foon they droop, faow foon they fade! 
 
 Shade not that dial night will blind too foonj 
 My non.ag’d day already points to noon; 
 Howfimple is my foit! how fmall my boon! 
 
 Nor do I beg this flender inch, to while 
 
 The rime away, or fafely to beguile 
 
 My thoughts with /oy ; here’s nothing worth a fmlle. 
 
 No, no : ’ti’s not to pleafe my wanton ears 
 With fraatick mirth, I beg but hours, not years: 
 And what thou giv’ft me, I will gtye to tears. • 
 
 Draw hot that foul which would be rather led ! 
 
 That Seed.has yer not broke my ferpenc’s hcadj 
 
 0 Ihall Fdie before my fins are dead? 
 
 Behold thefe rags ; am I a fitting guefi 
 To tafie the dainties of thy royal feafi, 
 
 With hands and face unwafh’d, ungirt, unblefl: ? 
 
 Fiffir, let the dreams, that find rupplles 
 From the deep fountain of my heart, arife, 
 
 And cleanfe my fpots, and clear my lep’rous eyes. 
 
 1 have a world of' fins to be lamented; 
 
 I have a fea of tears that muft be vented: 
 
 O fparc till then ; and then I' die contented. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Emblems, 
 
 179 
 
 Book 3 » 
 
 S. AU G U S T. lib. de Civlt. Dei, Cap. 10. 
 
 The time veherein vpe li've, it tnken from the fface ef our 
 life ; and rehat remaineth, is daily made left and lefs, hfo~ 
 much that the time of onr life is nothing but a ^apge to 
 death. 
 
 S. GREG. lib. 9. cap. 44. in Job. 
 
 jis moderate affiSiions bring tears, fo immoderate take array 
 tears ; infomuch that forrore becometh no forrere, which fwal- 
 lowing up the mind of the affltSftd, taketh array the fenfe of 
 the affifiien. 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 ]Fear’ft thou to go, when fuch an arm invites thee? 
 
 . Dread’ft thou thy loads of fin ? or what aifrights thee ? 
 jif thou begin to fear, thy fear begins : 
 
 Fool, can he bear thee hence, and not thy fins? 
 
Back 3. 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 i8x 
 
 XlV. 
 
 DEUX. 32. xp. 
 
 0 thdt men were wife, that they mderftood 
 this, that they wmld conftder their latter 
 end, 
 
 Flejh. Spirit. 
 
 f/. TT THat means my fifter’s eye fo ofe to pafs 
 VV Through the long entry of that optick glafs ? 
 Tell me ; what fecrec virtue doth invite 
 Thy wrinkled eye to fuch unknown delight ? 
 
 Sp. It helps the llghr, makes things remote appear 
 In perfeQ: view j it draws the objefts near. 
 
 n. What fenfe-delighting objeflrs doft thou fple? 
 What doth that glafs prefent before thine eye ? 
 
 Sp. I fee thy foe, my reconciled friend, 
 
 Grim death, even Handing at the GlalTes endr 
 His left hand holds a branch 6f palm ; his right 
 Holds forth a two edg’d fword. Fi. A proper fight. 
 And is this all ? doth thy profpeftive pleafe 
 Th* abused fancie with Uo fhapes but thefe ? 
 
 5^. Yes, 1 behold the darken’d fun bereav’n 
 Of all his light, the battlements of heav’n 
 Swelt’ring in flames ; the angel-guarded fort ' " 
 
 Of glory on his high tribunal-throne ; 
 
 I feie a brimflone fca of boiling fire, , 
 
 And fiends, with 'knotted whips of naming^ wlre,"^ 
 Torfring poprTohls:, gnafo their teeth in vain, 
 And gnaW their 'Same-tormented tongues for pain. 
 Look, filler, how the queazy-ftomach’d graves 
 Vonaic their dead, and how the purple waves 
 
 Scald 
 
182^ JEffiilems, Book 3, 
 
 Scald their confumelefs bodies, ftrongly curfing 
 All wombs for bearing, and all paps for nurllng. 
 
 II. Can thy diftemper’d fancy take delight 
 
 In view of tortures ? thefe are (hows t’affright : 
 Look in this glafs triangular \ look here, 
 
 Here’s that will raviftieyes. 5 ^. Whatfeeft thou there ? 
 F/. The world in colours 5 colours that diftain 
 Th9 cheeks of Vroteus or the filken train 
 Of Floras Nymphs j fuch various forts o£ hew. 
 
 As fun- confronting Iris never knew: 
 
 Here, if thou pleafe to bcautifie a town, 
 
 Thou may’ft ; or with a hand, turn’t upfide down ; 
 Here may’ft thou fcant or widen by the meafure 
 Of thine own will; make ftiort or long at pleafure: 
 Here may’ft thou tire thy fancy, and advife 
 With Ihows more apt to pleafe more curious eyes. 
 
 Sf. Ah fool! that doac’ft on vain, on prefent toys. 
 And difrefped’ft thofe true, thofe future joys: 
 
 How ftrongly are thy thoughts befool’d, alas! 
 Todoat on goods that perifii with thy glafs! . 
 
 Nay, vanilh with the turning of a hand : 
 
 Were they but painted colours, it might ftahd ' 
 With painted reafon that they might devote thee; 
 But things that have no being to befot thee ? 
 Forefight of future torments is the way 
 To baulk thofe ills which prefent joys bewray. , 
 
 As thou haft fool'd thy felf, fo now come hither^ 
 Break that fond glafs, and kfs be, wife together. 
 
 ■ ■' j V' . . ii ■ . 
 
 S. BONA- 
 
Book 3* EmUems. 183 
 
 S. B O N A V E N T, de contemptu fecuH. 
 
 O that men muld be roife^ underfimdf and forefee. Be 
 wife , to know three things^ the multitude of thofe that are 
 to be damned ; the few number of thofe that are to be faved ; 
 and the •vanity of tranfitory things •, under jl and three things ^ 
 the multitude of Jins^ the omijfon of good things, and the 
 loft of time : forefee three things^ the danger of death, the 
 lafi judgment j arid eternal fmijhment. 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 What, foul, no further yet ? what, ne’er commence 
 Mafter in faith ? Bill batcfaelour of fenfe ? 
 
 infufficiency ? or W'hat has made thee 
 O’erflip thy loft degree? thy luftshaveftaid thec> 
 
/ 
 
 life^ and: 
 
 7t^ j^^ar^^n^r/AJ^7tJ-i7^ ^ 30 -. to: 
 
 W 
 
Book 
 
 ^mbkms^ 
 
 185 
 
 XV. 
 
 ‘ PSALM 30. 10. 
 
 life is [fesit with grief and mj years with 
 fighing. ^ 
 
 W Hat fullen ftar rul’d my untimely birth, 
 
 That would not lend my days one hour of mlrth^? 
 How ofc'have thefe bare knees been bent to gain 
 The flender alms of one poor fmile in vain? 
 
 How often, tir’d with the faftidious light, ^ 
 
 Have my faint lips implor’d the fliades of night? 
 
 How often have my nightly torments pray’d 
 For lingering twilight, glutted with the fliade ? 
 
 Day worfe than night, night worfe than day appears, 
 In fears I fpend my nights, my days in tears : 
 
 I moan unpity’d, groan without relief,^ 
 
 There is no end nor meafure of my grief. 
 
 The fmiling flow’r falutes the day ; it grows 
 Untouch’d with care ; it neither fpins nor fows : 
 
 O that my tedious life were like this flow’r, 
 
 Of freed from grief, or finifn’d with an hour-: 
 
 Why was I born ? why was I born a man ? 
 
 And why proportion’d by fo large a fpan ; 
 
 Or why fulpended by the common lot, 
 
 And being born to die why die I not ? 
 
 Ah me.' Why is my forrow-wafted breath 
 Deny’d the eafy privilege of death ? 
 
 The branded Have, that tugs the weary oar. 
 
 Obtains the fabbath.-of a welcome Ihore ? 
 
 His ranfom’d ftripes are heal’d ; his native foil 
 Sweetens the mem’ry of his foreign toil ; 
 
 I 2 Bst 
 
Book 3. 
 
 1^6 Emblems, 
 
 But ah ! my forrows are not half fo bleft j 
 My labour finds no point, my pains no reft: 
 
 I barter fighs for tears, and tears for groans, 
 
 Still vainly rolling Sifyfhean ftones. 
 
 Thou juft obferver of our flying hours. 
 
 That with thy adamantine fangs, devours 
 The brazen mon’ments of renowned kings, 
 
 Doth thy glafs ftand ? or be thy moulting wings 
 Unapt to flie ? if not, why doft thou fpare 
 A willing breaft j a breaft that ftands fo fa/r ? 
 
 A dying breaft, that hath but only breath 
 To beg a wound, and ftrength to crave a death? 
 
 O that the pleafed heav’ns would once diflblve 
 Thefe flefhly fetters, that fo faft involve 
 My hamper’d foul ; then would my foul be bleft 
 From all thofe ills, and wrap her thoughts in reft : 
 Till then, my days are months, my months are years, 
 My years are ages to be fpent in tears: 
 
 My grief’s entailed upon my wafteful breath, 
 
 Which no recovery can cut off but death. 
 
 Breath drawn in cottages, puft out in moans. 
 
 Begins, continues, and concludes in groans. 
 
 INNOCENT? 
 
Book j » Emblems. ' i %j 
 
 INNOCENT, de vllltafe condlt. humanae. 
 
 O -who toiUgive mine eyes a fount, tin of tears ^ that t may 
 hewail my miferable ingrefs of matt s condition ; the fnful 
 progrefs of man's converfation^ the damnable egrfs in man's 
 dijfolution ? I xoiU conjider with tears , whereof man was 
 madCf what man doth, and what man is to do : alasl he 
 is formed of earthy conceived in bom to punifhmcnt : he 
 doth evil things which are not lawful ; he doth filthy things,, 
 which are not decent ; he doth vain things, which are not 
 expedient. 
 
 EPIC, 
 
 My heart, thy life’s a debt by bond, which bears 
 A fecret date ; the ufe is groans and tears : 
 
 Plead hot ; ufurious nature will have all, 
 
 As well the int’wft as the principal, 
 
 I 3 
 
hmhhms. 
 
 Book 4 
 
 JijuUt hjtit coueti-^- to dcfiyc ‘ 
 jud^ents . j^Jal : -i(p , iSS 
 
THE 
 
 FOURTH BOOK. 
 
 L 
 
 ROM. 7.2-3- 
 
 / fee another law in my members warring^ a* 
 gainfi the law cf my mind^ and bringing 
 me into caftivity to the law of fin» 
 
 1 
 
 O H 0 W my will is hurried to and fro, 
 
 And how my unrefolv’d refolves do vary ! 
 
 I know not where to fix, fometimes I go 
 This way, then that, and then the quite contrary: 
 I like, diflike; lament for what I could not; 
 
 I do, undo ; yet ftill do what I fhould not. 
 
 And at the felf fame inftant will the thing 1 would not. 
 
 Thus are my weather-beaten thoughts oppreft 
 With th* earth-bread winds of my prodigious wul} 
 Thus am I hourly toft from caft to weft 
 Upon the rowling ftreams of good and ill : 
 
 Thus am I driv’n upon the flipp’ry fuds 
 From real ills to falfe apparent goods • 
 
 My life’s a troubled fea, compos’d of ebbs and flood-s, 
 
 3 
 
 The curious penman, having trimm’d his page 
 With the dead language of bis dabbled quill, 
 
 Lets fall a heedlefs drop, then in a rage 
 Calbiers the fruits of his unlucky skill ; 
 
 Ev’n fo my pregnant foul in th’ infant bud 
 ' Of her beft thoughts fliowr’s down a cole-black floo^ 
 Of Ufiadvifed ills, and cancels all her good. 
 
 1 3 Some- 
 
190 
 
 Emllms* 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 4 
 
 Sometimes a fudden flalh of facrcd heat 
 Warms my chill foul, and fets my thoughtsinframej 
 But foon that fire is fhoulder’d from her feat 
 By lufiful Cupid's much inferiour flame. 
 
 I feci two flames, and yet no flame entire ; 
 
 Thus are the mungrel thoughts of mixt defire, 
 Confum’d between that heav’nly and this earthly fire, 
 
 5 
 
 Sometimes my trafli difdaining thoughts out-pafs 
 The common period of terrene conceit; 
 
 O then merhinks I fcorn the thing I was, 
 
 Whilfl I fland ravifh’d at my new eflate: 
 
 But when th’ Icarian wings of my defire 
 Feel but the warmth of their own native fire, 
 
 0 then they melt and plunge within their wonted mire» 
 
 6 
 
 1 know the nature of my wavVing mind ; 
 
 I know the frailty of my fleflily will ; 
 
 My paflion’s eagle-ey’d ; my judgnjent blind ; 
 
 I know what’s good, but yet make choice o£ ill. 
 When th’ oftrich wings of my defires fhalj be 
 So dull, they cannot mount the leaft degree, 
 
 Yet grant my foul defire, but of defiring thee. 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
Book 4 . 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 ipi 
 
 S. BERN. Med. p. 
 
 Mjf heart is a vain heart, a vagahmd and inft able heart % 
 •seihile it is led by its own Judgment^ and wanting divine coun- 
 fel cannot fubjifl in it felf ; and whiljl it divers ways fseketh 
 reft, fivdeth none, but remaineth miferable through labour, and 
 void of peace : it agreeth not with it felf ; it difenteth from 
 it felf’, it altsreth refolutions, changeth the judgment, frameth 
 new thoughts, puSeth down the old, and huildeth them up 
 again : it wiUeth and willsth not ; and never remaineth in 
 the fame ftate. 
 
 S. AUGUST, de verb, apoft. 
 
 When it would, it cannot ; becaufe when it might, it would 
 not: therefore by an evil will man left his good power. 
 
 EPIG 1. 
 
 My foul, how are thy thoughts dlfturb’d, confin’d, 
 Enlarg’d betwixt thy members and thy mind ! 
 
 Fix here or there; thy doubt-depending caufe 
 Can ne’er expeft one verdiil: ’twixc two laws. 
 
 I 5 
 
PSALM 119. S- 
 
 0 thAt my mjs mre dlrcBcd to keep 
 fiatutcs ! 
 
 T ms I the objeft of the world’s difdain, 
 
 With pilgrim pace furround the weary earth : 
 
 I only relifh what the world counts vain ; 
 
 Her mirth’s my grief; her fu len grief, my mirth ; 
 Her light my darknefs ; and her truth my errour. 
 Her freedom is my goal ; and her delight my cerrour. 
 
 Fond earth ! proportion not my feeming love^ 
 
 To my long ftay ; let not my thoughts deceive thee ; 
 
 Thou art my prifon, and my home’s above ; 
 
 Mv life’s a preparation but to leave thee : 
 
 Like one that feeks a door, I walk about thee : 
 With thee I cannot live ; I cannot live without thee. 
 
 The world’s a lab’rinth, whofe anfiaauous ways 
 Are all compos’d of rubs and crook d meanders i 
 No refting here ; he’s hurried back that (lays 
 A thought ; and he that goes unguided wanders: 
 Her way is dark, her path untrod, unev n ; 
 
 So hard’s the way from earth ;ro hard’s the way to heav n. 
 
 This gyring lab'rinth is be trench’d about 
 
 On cither hand with ftreams ot fulph’rous fire, 
 Streams clofely Aiding, erring in and our. 
 
 But feeming plealant to the fond deferier ; ^ 
 
 Where, if his foorfteps truft their own invention, 
 
 He falls without rediefs, and finks without dimenfion. 
 
 Where 
 
 K, 
 
 
 i ' i W? 
 
iP4 
 
 Emhlems* 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 s 
 
 Where fliall I feek a guide ? ^here fhall I meet 
 Some lucky hand to lead my trembling paces? 
 What trufty lantern will direft my feet 
 
 To fcape the danger of thefe dang’rous places ? 
 What hopes have I to pafs without a guide ? 
 Where one gets fafcly through, a thoufand fall befide. 
 
 C 
 
 An unrequefted ftar did gently Aide 
 B.fore the wife-men to a greater light; 
 
 Back-fiiding //rV/ found, a double guide ; 
 
 A pillar and a cloud j by day, by ^ight: 
 
 Yet in my defp’rate dangers, which be far 
 More great thaji theirs, I have no pillar, cloud, nor Aar, 
 
 7 
 
 O that the pinl6ns of a clipping dove 
 Would cut my paflage^ through the empty air; 
 Mine eyes being feal’d, how would I mount above 
 The reach of danger and forgotten care/ 
 
 My backward eyes fhould ne’er commit that fauir, 
 Whofe iaAing guilt Ihould build a monument of fait. 
 
 8 
 
 Great God, that art the flowing fpring uf light, 
 Enrich mine eyes with thy refulgent ray : 
 
 Thou art my path; dire61: my fteps aright; 
 
 I have no ocher light, no other way ; 
 
 I’ll truft my God, and him alone purfue ; 
 
 His law lliall be my path ; his heavenly light, my clue. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 4 
 
Book 4. 
 
 EmUents. 
 
 S. AUGUST. Solloq. cap. 4. 
 
 O Lord ; vho art the lights the way, the truth, the life i 
 in whom there is no darknefs, errour, •vanity nor death : the 
 light, without which there is darknefs ; the way, without 
 which there is wandring ; the truth, without which there is 
 errour \ the life, without which there is death: fay, Lord, 
 let tljrere If light, and I jhall fe light, and efchew darknefs ; 
 / fhaS fee jhe way, and avoid wandring ; I fhaU fee the truth, 
 and (ban arrour •, I Jhad fee life, and efcape death : illuminate, 
 O illuminate my blind foul, which Jitteth in darknefs, and 
 the (hadow of death j and dire!} my feet in the way of peace. 
 
 EPIG. 2. 
 
 Pilgrim trudge on : what makes thy foul complain, 
 Crowns thy complaint ; the way to reft is pain: 
 The road to refolution lies by doubt: 
 
 The next way home’s the fartheft way about. 
 
Book4> 
 
 Emllems. 
 
 III. 
 
 *97 
 
 / PSALM 17. f. 
 mj fifps in thy faths, that my feet do not 
 fide. 
 
 I 
 
 W Hen ee’r the old exchange of profit rings 
 Her filver faints-bcll of uncertain gains; 
 
 My merchant-foul can ftretch both legs and wings, 
 How I can run, and take unwearied pains I 
 The charms of profit are fo ftrong, that I, 
 
 Who wanted legs to go, find wings to flie. 
 
 If time-beguiling plcafure but advance 
 Her luftful trump, and blow her bold alarms 
 O how my fportful foul can frisk and dance, 
 
 And hug that firen in her twined arms ! 
 
 Thefprightly voice of finew-{|rength’ning pleafure 
 Can lend my bed-rid foul, both legs and leifuie. 
 
 If blazing honour chance to fill my veins 
 With nat’ring warmth, and flafli of courtly fire, 
 
 My foul can take a pleafure in her pains ; 
 
 My lofty ftrutting fteps difdain to tire 
 My antick knees can turn upon the binges 
 Of complement, and ferue a thoufand cringes. 
 
 4 
 
 But when ! come to thee, my God, that art 
 The royal mine of everlafting treafure, 
 
 The real honour of my better part, 
 
 And living fountain of eternal pleafure, ^ , n » 
 
 How nervelels are my limbs ! how faint #no llow . 
 1 have no wings to flie, nor legs to go. 
 
 * 
 
Emblems* 
 
 Book"4. 
 
 5 
 
 So when the (Ireanis of fwlfc-foot Rhene convey 
 Her upland riches to the Belgiek fhore, 
 
 The idle veilel Aides the watVy way, 
 
 Without the blaft or tug, of wind, or oar : 
 Her AippVy keel divides the filver foam * 
 With eafej fo facile is the way from home. 
 
 6 
 
 But when the home-bound veAel turns her fails 
 Againft the breaft of the reAAing Aream, 
 
 O then Aie flugs; nor fail, nor oar prevails ; 
 The Aream is Aurdy, and her tide's extream : 
 Each Aroke is lofs, and ev’ry tug is vain : 
 
 A boat-length’s purchafe is a league of pain. 
 
 7 
 
 Great all in all, that art my rcA, my home; 
 
 My way is tedious and my Aeps are Aow: 
 Reach forth thy helpful hand, or bid me come * 
 
 I am thy child, O teach thy child to go: * 
 Conjoyn thy fweet commands to my defire, 
 And I will venture, though I fall or tire. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
*99 
 
 Book 4. Emllems'. 
 
 S. AUGUST. Ser; ij. de Verb. Apoft. 
 
 he altoayt Mfpleaftd at what thou art^ if thou dejirefl to 
 attain to what thou art not ; for where thou ha(i pleafed thy 
 felf there thou abidefi. But if thou fayeji, I have enoughj 
 thou ptrijhefi : always add, always walk, always proceed ; 
 neither fiand fiiU, mr go back, nor deviate : he that Jlandetb 
 fill proceedeth not ; he goeth back that continueth not j he de- 
 viateth, that revolteth ; he goeth better that creepeth in his 
 way, than he that runneth out of his way. 
 
 EPIG. 3* 
 
 Fear not, my foul, to lofe for want of cunning ; 
 Weep not ; heav’n is not always got by running : 
 Thy thoughts are fwifr, although thy legs be flow ; 
 True love will creep not having ftrength to go. 
 
Book 4. 
 
 Emhkms, 
 
 101 
 
 IV. 
 
 PSALM 1x9. 110. 
 
 \ 
 
 flejh trembkth for fear of thee, and / am 
 afraid of thy judgments. 
 
 L Et others boaft of luck, and go their ways 
 
 With their fair game; know vengeance feldom plays 
 To be too forward, but doth wifely frame 
 Her backward tables for an after-game : 
 
 She gives thee leave to venture many a blot ; 
 
 And, for her own advantage, hits thee not ; 
 
 But when her pointed tabled are made fair, 
 
 That fhe be ready for thee/ then beware ; 
 
 Then, if a neceuary blot oe fet. 
 
 She hits thee/; wins the game ; perchance the fet .* 
 
 If profpVous chances make thy cafling high, 
 
 Be wifely temp’rate ; caft a ferious eye 
 On after-dangers, and keep back thy game ; 
 
 Too forward feed* times make thy harveft lame. 
 
 If left-hand fortune give thee left-hand chances 
 Be wifely patient ; let not envious glances 
 Repine to view thy gamefters heap fo fair ; 
 
 The hindmoft hound oft takes the doubling hare. 
 
 The world’s great dice are falfe ; fometimes they go 
 Extreamly high, fometimes extreamly low: 
 
 Of all her gamefters he that plays the leaft, 
 
 Lives moft^t eafe, plays moft fecure and bell: 
 
 The way to win, is to play fair, and fwear 
 Thy ftlf a fervant to the crown of fear ; 
 
aoi EmlUms. Book 4 
 
 Fear is the primer of a gamefter’s skill : 
 
 Who fears not bad ftands moft unarm’d to ill 
 The ill that’s wifely fear’d, is half withftood ; 
 
 And fear of bad is the bell: foil to good. 
 
 True fear's the Elixir^ which in days of old 
 Turn’d leaden cro/Tes into crowns of gold : 
 
 The world’s the tables j ftakes, eternal life; 
 
 The gamefters, heav’n and 1; unequal ftrife! 
 
 My fortunes are the dice whereby I frame 
 My indifpofed life: this life’s the game; 
 
 My fins are fcveral blots ; the lookers on 
 Are angels ; and in death the game is done. 
 
 Lord, I m a bungler, and my game doth grow 
 Still more and more unlhap’d ; my dice run low; 
 
 The flakes are great my carelefs blots are many's 
 And yet thou paficft by and hit’ll: not any : 
 
 Thou art too ftrong ; and I have none to guide me 
 With the leaft jog ; the lookers on deride me ; 
 
 It is a conqueft undeferving thee^ 
 
 To win a flake from fuch a worm as me : 
 
 I have no more to lofe; if we perfever, 
 
 ’lis lofl: and that once loft I’m loft for ever. 
 
 Lord, wink at faults, and be not too fcvere, 
 
 And I will ply my game with greater fear ; 
 
 O give me fear, ere fear has paft her date : 
 
 Whofe blot being hit, then fears, fears then too late. 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
Book 4. 
 
 Emilems. 
 
 ao3 
 
 S. B E R N, Ser. in Cant. 
 
 Thert u nothing fo efeEiual to obtain grace, to retain 
 grace, and to regain grace, as alreays to be found before God 
 not overwife, hut to fear : happy art thou if thy heart he re» 
 plenified with three fears ^ a fear for received grace, a great* 
 or fear for loft grace, a great eft fear to recover grace. 
 
 S. AUGUST, fuper Pfal. 
 
 Prefent fear hegetteth eternal feewity : fear Cod, which it 
 above ad, and no need to fear man at aU. 
 
 EPIG. 4. 
 
 Lord, {hall we grumble, when thy flames do fcourgfe us ? 
 Oar fins breath fire ; that fire returns to purge us, 
 tord, what an alchymift art thou, whofe skill 
 Tranfinutes to petfeft good from perfeft ill ! 
 
204 Embkms. Book 
 
 V. 
 
 *Ttu^ ittjme ey^s'h(ispth^hchbl4> 
 : ’j' ^vamtf . fffft: uB i' 2,04- 
 
 \ 
 
Book 4. 
 
 Entbfems. 205 
 
 V. 
 
 PSALM 119.37. 
 
 Turn amy mine eyes from regurdlng vanity. 
 
 I 
 
 H Ow like the threds of flax 
 
 That touch the flame, are my inflam’d defires! 
 How like to yielding wax, 
 
 My foul diflblves before thefe wanton fires! , 
 The fire but touch’d, the flame but felr, 
 l^ike flax, ,1 burn ; like wax, I melt. 
 
 O how this flefli doth draw 
 My fetter’d foul to that deceitful fire 1 
 And how th’ eternal law 
 Is baffled by the law of my defire! 
 
 How truly bad, how feeming good 
 Are all the laws of flefh and blood ! 
 
 3 • 
 
 O wretched ftate of men. 
 
 The height of whofe ambition is to borrow 
 What mufl; be paid again 
 With griping int’reft of the next day’s forrow ! 
 
 How wild his thoughts ! how apt to range ? 
 
 How apt to vary! apt to change! 
 
 4 
 
 How intricate and nice 
 Is man’.s perplexed way to man’s defirej 
 Sometimes upon the ice 
 He flips, and fometimes falls into the fire^ 
 
 His progrefs is extream and bold, 
 
 Or very hot, or very cold. 
 
 The 
 
%o6 Emhkms. Book 4 . 
 
 5 
 
 The common food he doth 
 Suftain his foul-tormenting thoughts withal. 
 
 Is honey in his mouth 
 To night, and in his heart to morrow gall 5 
 *ris oftentimes, within an hour, 
 
 Both very fweet and very four. 
 
 If fweet Corima fmile, 
 
 A heav’n of joys breaks doW“n into his heart:' 
 
 Corima frown a while, 
 
 Hell’s torments are but copies of his fmart. 
 
 Within a Inf ful heart doth dwell 
 A fceming heav’n, a very hell, . 
 
 Thus wprthlefs, vain, and void 
 Of comfort, are the fruits of earth’s employment, 
 Which ere they be enjoy’d 
 Diftraft us, and deftroy us in th’ enjoyment ; 
 Thcfe be the pleafures that arc priz’d. 
 
 When heav’n’s cheap pen’wofth ftandsdefpis’d, 
 
 8 
 
 Lord, quench thcfe hafty f afljcs, 
 
 Which dart as lightning from the tbund’ilng skies, 
 And ev’ry minute dalhes 
 Againft the wanton windows of mine eyes ; 
 
 Lord, clofe the cafcmenr, whilft 1 ftarid . 
 Behind the curtain of thy hand. . 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Book 4. 
 
 Emblems^ 
 
 207 
 
 S AUGUST. Solilog. cap. 4. 
 
 O thou fon, that iSuminatefi hath heaven and earth ! m 
 he unto thofe eyes which do not behold thee : wo be unto thofe 
 blind eyes which cannot behold thee : wo be unto thofe which 
 turn away their eyes that they will not behold thee : wo be un- 
 to thofe that turn away their eyes that they may behold va- 
 nity. 
 
 S. CHRYS. fup. Mat. 19. 
 
 What is the evil woman but the enemy of friend f)iy, an un- 
 avoidable pain, a neceffdry mifchief a natural temptation, a 
 deftrahle calamity, a domejlick darker, a deleblable incon- 
 venience, and the nature of evil, painted over with the co- 
 lour of good? 
 
 EPIG. 5. 
 
 ’Tis vain, great God ! to clofe mine eyes from ill. 
 When I refolve to keep the old man ftill ; 
 
 My rambling heart muft covenant firft with thee^ 
 Or none can pafs betwixt mine eye and me. 
 
Boak 4. Emhlems. 
 
 VI. 
 
 ESTHER 7- 3- 
 
 Jf I have found favour in thy fight, and / 
 it f leafe the king, let my life he given me 
 at my petition, 
 
 T Hou art the great jihafttmUf whofe command 
 
 Doth ftretch from pole to pole ; the world’s thy 
 Rebellious FaJbtVs the corrupted will, (land j 
 
 Which being call’d, refufcs to fulfil 
 Thy juft command ; Bjiber, whofe tear^ condole 
 The razed City, *s the regen’rate foul; 
 
 A captive maid, whom thou wilt pleafe to grace 
 With nuptial honours in ftout VajbH's place : 
 
 Her kinfman, whofe unbended knee did thwart 
 Proud Haman*s glory, is the flelhly part ; 
 
 The fober eunuch, that recall’d to mind 
 The new-built gibbet {Haman had divin’d 
 For his own ruin^ fifty cubits high, 
 
 Is luftful-thought-controlHng chaftity ; 
 
 Infulting Hatnan is that flelhly lull: 
 
 Whofe red-hot fury, for a feafon, muft 
 Triumph in pride, and ftudy how to tread 
 On Mordecai^ till royal Efiher plead. 
 
 Great king, thy fent-for VaP^ti will not come; 
 
 O let the oil o’th’ blefled virgin’s womb, 
 
 Cleanfe my poor Efiher ; look, O look upon her 
 With gracious eyes; and let thy beam of honour 
 So fcour her captive ftains, that Ihe may prove 
 An holy objed of thy heav’nly love ; 
 
 K a 
 
410 Emblems. Book 4. 
 
 Anoint her with the fpikenard of thy graces, 
 
 Then try the fweetnefs of her chaft embraces: 
 
 Make her the partner of thy nuptial bed, 
 
 And fet thy royal crown upon her head; 
 
 If-then ambitious Hamm chance tofpend 
 His fpleen on Mordeeai, that fcorns to bend 
 The wilful ftiifnefs of his ftubborn knee, 
 
 Or bafely crouch to any Lord but thee; 
 
 If weeping Ejiher fliould prefer a groan 
 Before the high tribunal of thy throne. 
 
 Hold forth thy golden feeptre, and afford 
 The gentle audience of a gracious Lord c 
 And let thy royal E/l^er be pofleft 
 Of half thy kingdom, at her dear requeft : 
 
 Curb luftful Haman, him that would difgracc, 
 
 Nay, ravifti thy fair queen before thy face : 
 
 And as proud Httman was himfclf enfnar’d 
 On that felf-gibbet that himfelf prepar’d ; 
 
 So nail my luft, both punilhment and guilt. 
 
 On that dear crofs that mine own lufts have built. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Book 4. 
 
 Emblems^ 
 
 214 , 
 
 S. AUGUST, in Ep. 
 
 O holy fpirif, always infpire me with holy works. Cortm 
 Jlrain me, that I may do : counfel me, 'that I may love thee ; 
 confirm me, that 1 may hold thee j conferve me, that / may 
 not lofe thee. 
 
 S. AUGUST, flip. Joan. 
 
 The fpirit lufls where the flejh refieth : for as the fiejh if 
 nourifbed with fweet things, the fpirit is refrejhed with faur. 
 
 Ibidem. 
 
 Wouldfi thou that thy fiejh obey thy fpirit? then let thy 
 fpirit obey thy Qod. Thou rnufi be governed, that thou maf fi 
 govern. 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 Of mercy and juftice is tKy kingdom built; 
 
 This plagues my fin, and that removes my guilt; 
 
 VVhen-e’er I fue, AhafuerusAiks, decline 
 
 Thy fceptrej Lord, fay, half my kingdom’s thine. 
 
 K 3 
 
CANTICLES 7. II 
 
 Book 4, 
 
 Emllemi. 
 
 Ecwe, wj helovtdy let us go forth into tJk 
 field f and let us remain in the villages* 
 
 &ir. come, my dear, and let us both retire. 
 
 And whiff the dainties of the fragrant field ; 
 Where warb’JingP^//’wel,and the fhrill-mouth’d quire 
 Chaunt forth their raptures ; where the turtle builds 
 Her lovely neftj and where the new-born brier 
 Breaths forth the fweetnefs that her A^ril yields ; 
 Come, come, my lovely fair, and let us try 
 Thefe rural delicates; where thou and I 
 May melt in private flames, and fear no Ibnder by. 
 
 whom 
 
 The earth’^s a blaft, and all the world’s a bubble jr- 
 Gur city-manfion is the faireft home, 
 
 But country fweets are ting’d with leffer troubles, 
 Let’s try them both, and chufe the better; come 5 
 A change in pleafure makes the pleafure double ; 
 On thy commands depends my go or tarry, 
 I’ll ftir with Martha^ or Til flay with Mary : 
 hearts are firmly fir, although our pleafures vary. 
 
114 
 
 Bmhkms. 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 ft 
 
 3 
 
 Chf. Our country-manfion (Hruate on high) 
 
 With various objefts, ftill renews delight j 
 Her arched roof’s of unftain’d ivory ; 
 
 Her walls of liery-rparkllng chryfolite j 
 Her pavement is of hardeft porphyry ; 
 
 Her fpacious windows are all glaz’d with bright 
 And flaming carbuncles; no need require 
 Titan's faint rays, or Vulcan's feeble fire ; 
 
 And ev’ry gate’s a pearl ; and ev’ry pearl entire. 
 
 4 
 
 $Qul. Fool that I was ! how were my thoughts deceiv’d ! 
 How^ falfly was my fond conceit poiTeft ! 
 
 I took it for an hermitage, but pav’d 
 
 And daub’d with neighb’ring dirt, and thatcht at 
 Alas! I ne’er expired more nor crav’d; (beft. 
 A turtle hop’d but for a turtle’s neft : 
 
 Come, come, my dear, and let no idle flay 
 Negleft th’ advantage of the head*flrong day ; 
 How pleafure grates, that feels the curb of full delay I 
 
 Chr, Come then, my joy ; let our divided paces 
 Condiiff us to our faireft territory ; 
 
 O there we’il twine our fouls in fweet embraces ; 
 Soul. And in thine arms I’ll tell my paflions’ ftory ; 
 Chr. O there I’ll crown thy head with all my graces ; 
 Soul. And all thefe graces (hall refleft thy glory: 
 
 Chr, Q there I’ll feed thee with celeflial Manna ; 
 
 rii be thy Elkanah. Soul. And I, thy Hannah. 
 
 C ril found my trump of joy. S, And I’ll xtio\xn^Hofannah. 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
Book 4. 
 
 EmUems, 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 O blejfed contemplation I the death of vices ^ and the life 
 of virtues ! thee the law and the prophets admire: who ever 
 attained perfeBion, if not by thee I O blejfed folitude, the 
 magazine of celeftial treafure I by thee things earthly ^ and 
 tranfitory^ are changed into heavenly and eternal. 
 
 S. BERN. inEp. 
 
 Happy is that houfe, and blejfed is that congrcgationj 
 where Martha fill complaineth of Mary, 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 Mechanlck foul, thou muft not only do 
 With Martha, but with Mary ponder too : 
 Happy’s that houfe where thefe fair lifters vary j 
 But moft, when Martha^s reconcil’d to Mary. 
 
 K s 
 
Book 4* 
 
 CANTICLES I. 4 
 
 2.1 J 
 
 VIIL 
 
 3t47P 'vptll follow after thee If 
 
 favour of thf good omtments^ 
 
 T hus, like a lump of the corrupted mafs, 
 
 I lie fccure, long loft before I was : 
 
 And like a block, beneath whofe burthen Hes^ 
 That tjndifcover’d worm that never dies, 
 
 I have no will to rouze, I have no power to rif®. 
 
 Can ftinking Lazaruf compound or ftrive ^ 
 
 With death’s entangling fetters, and revive? 
 
 Or can the water- buried axe implore 
 A hand to raife ir,^r it felf reftorc, 
 
 And from her fandy deeps approach the dry- foot fhore / 
 
 So hard’s the task for finful fiefti and blood 
 To lend the fmalleft ftep to what is good. 
 
 My God 1 I cannot move the leaft degree : 
 
 Ah ! if, but only thofe that active be, 
 
 None Ihould thy glory fee, none lliould thy glory 
 
 lut if the potter pleafe t’inform the clay : 
 
 )r fome ftrong hand remove the block aw 
 Their lowly fortunes foon are mounted tii 
 That proves a veflel, which before was » 
 
 Ind this, being hewn, may ferve for better ufe than fire, 
 
 
Emhlems, 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 2i8 
 
 And if that life- reftoring voice command 
 Dead La^rm forth ; or that great prophet’s hand 
 Should charm the fallen waters, and begin 
 To beckon, or to dart a ftick but in, 
 
 Dead Lazrmm\i?i revive, and th’ axe muft float again. 
 
 Lord, as I am, I have no pow’r at all 
 To hear thy voice, or echo to thy call ; 
 
 The gloomy clouds of mine own guilt benight me ; 
 Thy glorious beams, not dainty fweets invite me ; 
 They neither can direft, nor thefe at all delight me. 
 
 See how my fin-bemangled body lies, 
 
 Not having pow’r to will, nor will to rife! 
 
 Shine home upon thy creature, and infpire 
 My lifelefs will with thy regen’rate fire j ’ 
 
 The firfl: degree to do, is only to defire. 
 
 Give me the pow’r to will, the will to do ; 
 
 O raife me up, and I will ftrive to go : 
 
 Draw me, O draw me with thy treble twifl, 
 
 That have no pow’r but meerly to refift; 
 
 O lend me ftrength to do, and then command thy lift ! 
 
 My foul’s a clock, whofe wheels (for want of ufe 
 And winding up, being fubjeft to th’ abufe 
 Of eating ruftj want vigour to fulfil , 
 
 Her twelve hours task, and fliew her maker’s skill, 
 idly lleeps unmov’d, and ftandeth vainly ftill. 
 
 Great God, it is thy work, and therefore good. 
 
 If thou be pleas’d to cleanfe it with thy blood, 
 
 And wind it up with thy foul moving keys, 
 Herbufy wheels fhali ferve thee aft herdays j fpraife. 
 Her hand fiiall point thy pow’r, her hammer ftrike thy 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
Book 4- 
 
 EtnUems* 
 
 219 
 
 S. BERN. Serm. ar. in Cant. 
 
 Let us ruriy let us run hut in the favour of thy ointment ^ 
 not in the confidence of our merits, nor in the greatnefs of our 
 firength ; we trufi to run, hut in the multitude of thy mercies, 
 for though rot rim and are willing, it is not in him that wiU~ 
 eth, nor in kirn that runneth, hut in God that Jheweth mercy. 
 Olet thy mercy return, and we will run : thou, like a Giant, 
 runneft by thy own j^ower ; we, unlefs thy ointment breath 
 on usy cannot run. 
 
 EPIC. 8. 
 
 Look not, my watch, being once repair’d, to ftand 
 Expefting motion from thy maker’s hand. 
 
 He ’as wound thee up, and cleans’d thy cogs with blood ; 
 If now thy wheels ftand ftill; thoa art not good. 
 
Book 4* EmUmh %%% 
 
 IX. 
 
 CANTICLES a i; 
 
 0 that thou vpm AS brother , that faded 
 
 the hreafis of my mother ; Tvhen I jhofdd 
 fnd thee without y / would kifs thee. 
 
 I 
 
 C Ome, coine, my bleffed mfanf, and Immure ih«e 
 Within the temple of my facrcd arms j 
 Secure mine arms, mine arms fhall then fecure thee ^ 
 From Herod's fury, or the high-prieft’s harms; 
 
 Or if thy danger’d life fuftain a lofs, , 
 
 My folded arms fliall turn thy dying cro&. 
 
 2 
 
 « 
 
 But ah ! what favage tyrant can behold 
 The beauty of fo fweet a face as this Is, 
 
 And not himfelf be by himfelf controufd, 
 
 And change Ms fury to a thoufand kiffes ? 
 
 One fmile of thine is worth more mints of treafure 
 Than there were myriads in the days of C^efar^ 
 
 5 
 
 0 had tbetetrarch, as he knew thy birth. 
 
 So known thy ftpck, he had not thought to paddle 
 In thy dear blood j but proftrate on the earthy 
 Had vail’d his crown before thy royal cradle, 
 
 And laid the fceptre of his glory down, 
 
 And bcg;d a heav’nly for an earthly crown. 
 i liludrlous 
 
Emhlems^* 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 
 4 
 
 Illuftrlous babe ! how is thy handmaid grac’d 
 With a rich armful ! how doft thou decline 
 
 Thy majefty, that wert fo late embrac’d 
 In thy great Father’s arms, and now in mine! 
 
 How humbly gracious art thou, to refrefh 
 Me with thy fpirit, and aflTume my flelh ! 
 
 * 
 
 5 
 
 But mufl: the treafon of a traitor’s hail 
 Abufe the fwcetnefs of thefe ruby lips ? 
 
 Shall marble-hearted cruelty alTail 
 Thefe alabafter fides with knotted whips ? 
 
 And mufl: thefe fmiling rofes entertain 
 The blows of fcorn, and flurts of bafe difdain ? 
 
 6 
 
 Ah! mufl: thefe dainty little fprings that twine 
 So faft about thy neck, be pierc’d and torn 
 
 With ragged nails? and mufl: thefe brows refign 
 Their crown of glory for’ a crown of thorn ? 
 
 Ah ! mufl the bleffcd infant tafte the pain 
 Of death’s injurious pangs j nay, worfe, be flam? 
 
 7 
 
 Sweet babe ! at what dear rates do wretched I 
 Commit a fini Lord, ev’ry fin’s a dart; 
 
 And ev’ry trefpafs Jets a jav’lin fly; 
 
 And ev’ry jav’fin wounds thy bleeding heart; 
 Pardon, fweet babe, what I have done amifs; 
 And feal that granted pardon with a kifs. 
 
 S. BONA- 
 
Emllems, 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 2,13 
 
 S. BONAVENT. Soliloqu. cap, i. 
 
 0 fweet Jeju, I knew not that thy. kijjes were Jo fweet, nor 
 thy Jociety fo delegable , nor thy attraBion fo njirtuous : for 
 when 1 love thee^ I am chan ; when I touch thee, 1 am 
 ehafle ; when I receive thee, I am a virgin : O moji fweet 
 Jefu, thy embraces defile not, but chanfe ; thy attraBion 
 pUuteth not, but fmBifieth : O Jefu, the fountain of univer. 
 fal fweetnefs, pardon me that I believed folate, that fo muck 
 fweetnefs is in thy embraces. 
 
 EPIG. 9. 
 
 My burthen’s greateft ; let not Atlas boaft ; 
 
 Impartial reader, judge which bears the mofl: 
 
 He bears but heav’n, my folded arms fuftain 
 HeavVs maker, whom heavVs heav’n cannot contain* 
 
Emltems* 
 
 
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Emhkms* 
 
 ]^ok 
 
 X 
 
 CANTICLES 3. I. 
 
 wj hcd hy fii^ht I hiff^ th^t Piy 
 
 foul Umh ; / fot^ght h'm^ hut I foum 
 him net* 
 
 T He learircd Cynick having loft the way 
 
 To honeft men, did in the height of day^ 
 
 By taper-light divide his fteps afao^ 
 
 The peopled ftreets to find this dainty out ; 
 
 Bat fail’d ; the Cjnick rearch’d not where he ought % 
 The thing he fought for, was not where he fought. 
 The wife-men’s taskfeem’d harder to be done, 
 
 The wife-men did by fiiar-Iight feek the fun, 
 
 And found : the wife-men fearch’d it where they oughts 
 The thing they hop’d to find was where they fought. 
 One ieeks his wifhes where he fhould ; but then 
 Perchance he fecks not as he fhould, nor when* 
 
 Another fearches when he fhould ; but there 
 He fails; not feeking as he fhould, nor where. 
 
 Whofe foul defires the good it wants, and would 
 Obtain, muft feek where, as, and when he fhould. 
 
 How often have my wild affeftions led 
 My wafted foul to this my widow’d bed. 
 
 To feek my lover, whom my foul defires ? 
 
 (I fpeak not, Cupid, of thy wanton fires : 
 
 Thy fires are all but dying fparks to mine ; 
 
 My flames are full of heav’n, and all divine/ 
 
 How often have 1 fought this bed by night, 
 
 To 'find that greater by this lefTcr light ? 
 
 How 
 
ii6 Emblems, Book 4 . 
 
 How oft have my unwitnefs’d groans lamented 
 Thy deareft abfence ! ah ! Jiow often vented 
 The bitter tempefts of defpairing breath, 
 
 And toft my foul upon the waves of death ! 
 
 How often has my melting heart made choice 
 Of filent tears (tears louder than a voice) 
 
 To plead my grief, and woo thy abfent ear ! 
 
 And yet thou wilt not come, thou wilt not- hear, 
 
 0 is thy wonted love become fo cold ? 
 
 Or do mine eyesnotfeek thee, where they fliould ? 
 Why do I feek thee, if thou art not here ? 
 
 Or find thee not, if thou art ev’ry where ? 
 
 1 fee my errour, *tis not ftrange I could not 
 
 Find out my love ; I fought him- where lihould not. 
 Thou art not found in downy beds of eafe ; 
 
 Alas ! thy mufick ftrikes on harder keys: 
 
 Nor art thpuTound by that fa-lfe feeble light 
 Of nature’s candle ; our Egyptian night 
 Is more than common darknefs ; nor can we 
 Expe£l; a morning but what breaks from thee. 
 
 Well may my empty bed bewail thy lofs. 
 
 When thou art lodg’d upon thy ftiameful crofs : 
 
 If thou refufe to (hare a bed with me. 
 
 We’ll peyer part,, I’ll (hare a erpfs with thee» 
 
 > 
 
 a . - 
 
 ANSELM. 
 
Book 4. 
 
 Emhlems, 
 
 117 
 
 ANSELM. -in Protolog. i. 
 
 Lord, if thou art not prefent, where JhaH I feek thee ab- 
 fent? if every where, why do I not fee thee prefent 1 thou 
 dwellefi in light inaccejfble ; and where is that inacciftble 
 lights or how fhall I have accfs to light inaccejfhle 1 1 be- 
 feeeh thee, Lord, teach me to feek thee, and Jleew thy felf to 
 the feeker ; becaufe I can neither feek thee, mlefs thou teach 
 me ; nor find thee, mlefs thou Jhew thy felf to me : let me 
 feek thee in defiring thee, and defire thee in feeking thee : let 
 me find thee in loving thee, and love thee in finding thee. 
 
 EPIG. 10. 
 
 Where fhouVd thou feek for reft, but in thy bed ? 
 But now thy reft is gone, thy reft is fled : 
 
 Tis vain to feek him there; my foul, be wife ; 
 
 Go ask thy fins, they’ll tell thee where he lies. 
 
Bodk 4 , 
 
 Emblems. 
 
 XL 
 
 lu'itl ri/l nan'. atulase aheut m the 
 
 broad^4fs Iwttl feek hniwlwmyroul 
 
 love^ fought Atm hut found Am. not . 
 
 ,0. 
 
Book 4- 
 
 Emhlems, 
 
 XL 
 
 CANTICLES 3. i. 
 
 / mU rife, and go about the city^ and mil 
 feek him that my foul loveth: / fought 
 him, hut / found him not. 
 
 I 
 
 O H 0 W tny difappomted fdurs perplexr ! {bread ! 
 
 How reftlefs thoughts fwarm in my troubled 
 How vainly pleas’d with hopes, then crofly vext 
 With fears 1 and how betwixt them both diftred 1 
 J^Vhat place is left unranfackM ? oh I where next 
 Shall I go feek the author of my reft ? 
 
 Of what blefs'd aqgel ftiall my lips enquire 
 The undifeover’d way to that entire 
 And everlafting ft^ace of my heart’s defire ? 
 
 Look how the ftricken hart that wounded flie* 
 
 O’er hills and dales, and feeks the lower grounds 
 For running ftreams, the whifft his weeping eyesj 
 Beg filent mercy from the foll’wing hounds j 
 At length, emboft, he droops, drops down, and lies 
 Beneath the burthen of his bleeding wounds : 
 Ev’nfo my gafping foul, diflblv’d in tears, 
 
 Doth fearch for thee, my God, whole deafen’d ears, 
 me th’ unranfom’d pris’ner to my panick fears. 
 
 Where 
 
Emhlems. 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 Where have my bufy eyes not pry’d ? O where, 
 
 Of whom hath not my thred-bare tongue demanded? 
 I fearch'd this glorious city ; he’s not here : 
 
 I fought the Country ; flie ftands empty-handed ; 
 
 I fearch’d the court ; he is a ftranger there : 
 
 I ask’d the Jand ; he’s Ihipp’d ; the fea j he’s landed ; 
 T climb'the air, ,my thoughts began t’afpirc* 
 
 But ah ! the wings of my too bold defire, 
 
 ’ Soaring too near the Sun, were ftndg’d with facred fire, 
 
 4 
 
 I mov’d the merchant’s ear, alas ! but he 
 Knew neither what I faid, nor what to fay: 
 
 I ask’d the lawyer, he demands a fee, 
 
 And then demurs me with a vain delay : 
 
 I ask’d the fchoolman, his advice was free, 
 
 But fcor’d me out too intricate a way : 
 
 I ask’d the watch-man (befl: of all the four) 
 Whofe gentle anfwer could refolve no more, 
 
 But that he lately left him at the temple- door. 
 
 5 ‘ ' ^ '■ ■ 
 
 Thus having fought, and made my great inqueft 
 In ev’ry place, and fearch’d in ev’ry ear ; 
 
 I threw me on my bed; but ah! niy reft 
 
 Was poifon’d with th’extreams of grief and fear ; 
 Where looking down into my troubled breaft, 
 
 The magazine of wounds, I found him there: 
 
 Lee others hunt, and fhew, their fportful art; 
 
 ^ I wifli to catch the hare before flie ftart. 
 
 As poachers ufe to do j heav’n’s form’s a troubled heart. 
 
 X 
 
 S. AM BROS. 
 
Efl^hlems* 
 
 S. 4 MBR 0 S. lih, 3, de Virg. 
 
 Chrijl is not in the market, mr in the Jireets : for Chrifi 
 IS peace, in the market are Jlrifes : Chrifi is jufiice, in the 
 market is iniquity ; Chrifi is a labourer, in the market is 
 idleiiifs ; Chrifi: ts charity, in the market is Jlander ; Chrifi 
 IS faith, in the market is fraud. Let us mt therefore feek 
 Chrifi, where we cannot find Chrifi. 
 
 S. HIE ROM. Ser. 9. Ep. 22. ad Euftoch. 
 
 *defus is jealous : he will not have thy face (een : let foolijk 
 virgins ramble abroad, feek thou thy love at home. 
 
 EPIO. II. 
 
 What, lofi thy love? wi]J neither bed nor board 
 Receive him ? not by tears to be implor’d? 
 
 It is the fhip that moves, and nor the coaft j 
 I fear, I fear, my foul, ’tis thou art loft. 
 
 L 
 
^att’ye him. mkom mySoule lpv^tk>^ 
 alittle ^IpaUedJrcmt them iutl jiwti hurt 
 wh^ my fpule lavetk I hdlhmdC'.Qmi-'V^ 
 
Book 4* Emhkmu 23 1 
 
 XH. 
 
 CANTICLES 3. 3,^. 
 
 Hsive jou feen him whom mj foul lovethe 
 When I had fafi a little from them, then 
 found him^ I took hold on him^ and left 
 him nou 
 
 I 
 
 W Hat fecret corner? what unwonted way 
 
 Has ’fcap’d the ranfack of my rambling thought 
 The fox by night, nor the dull owl by day, 
 
 Have nevcT fearchM thofe places I have fought. 
 Whilft they lamented, abfence taught my breall 
 The ready road to grief, without requeft j 
 My day had neither comfort, nor my night had re9. 
 
 How hath my unregarded language vented 
 The fad tautologies of laviih pafllon ! 
 
 How often have I languilh’d unlamented’ 
 
 How oft have I complain’d, without compalfion ! 
 
 I ask’d the city-watch, but feme deny’d me fme^ 
 The common flreet, whilft others would mifguidt 
 Some would debar me j fome divert me j fome deride me. 
 
 3 
 
 Mark how the widow’d turtle, having loft 
 The faithful partner of her loyal heart, 
 
 Stretches her feeble wings from coaft to coaft, 
 
 Hunts ev’ry path ; thinks ev’ry fhade doth part 
 Her abfent love and her; at length, unfped, 
 
 She re-betakes her to her lonely bed, 
 
 Andlthere bewails htr cverlafting widow-head. 
 
 L 2 So 
 
2^34 Emblems, Beoi: 4 . 
 
 4 
 
 So when my foul had progrefi: evVy place, 
 
 That love and dear affeftion could contrive, 
 
 I threw me on my couch, refolv’d t’embrace 
 A death for him in whom I ceas'd to live-: 
 
 But there injurious Uymen did prefent 
 His landskip joys; my pickled eyes did vent 
 Full- ftreams of briny tears, tearS'never to be (pent. 
 
 Whilfl thus my forrow- wafting foul was feeding 
 Upon the rad’eal humour of iier thought, 
 
 Ev’n whilft mine eyes were blind,and heart was bleeding, 
 He that was fought, unfound, was found, unfought: 
 As if the fun fiiould dart his orb of light 
 Into the fecrets of the black-brow’d night : 
 
 Ev^n fo appear’d my love, my foie, my foul’s,, delight. 
 
 6 
 
 O how mine eyes, now raviftiM at the fight 
 Of my bright fun, foot flames of equal fire ? 
 
 Ah! how my foul diffolv’d with o’er-delighr, 
 
 To re-eiTjoy the crown of chafte defire ! 
 
 How fov’reign joy depos’d and dirpoffeft 
 Rebellious grief! and how my ravifo’d breaft*— — 
 But who can ’exprefs thofe heights, that cannot be ex- 
 
 O how thefe arms, thefe greedy arms did twine, 
 
 And ftrongly twift about his yielding waift ! - 
 
 The fappy branches of the Thefpian vine, 
 
 Ne’er ding’d their Icfs beloved elm fo faft ; 
 
 jpoaft not thy flames, blind boy, thy feather’d foot; 
 Let Eyrnens eafy foafls be quite forgot ; (knot. 
 Time cannot quench our fires, nor death dilTolve our 
 
 ORIG. 
 
EmUems, 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 
 O R I G. Horn. 10. in diverf. 
 
 O mofi holy Lord, and fweetejl ntajler, how good art tho» 
 to thofe that are of upright heart, and humble fpirit ! O how 
 hlejfed are they that feek thee with a Jlmple heart I how hapm 
 py that trafl in thee ! it is a moji certain truth, that thou 
 lovefl all that love thee, and never forfakejl thofe that truji 
 in thee i for behold thy love fwply fought thee, and un- 
 doubtedly found thee ; jhe trujied in thee, and is not for fake ft 
 of thee, but hath obtained more by thee, than Jhe etcpelled 
 from thee. 
 
 BE DA •in cap, 3. Cant. 
 
 7he longer I was in finding whom I fought, the more earnefi- 
 ly I held him being found. 
 
 1 2. 
 
 ^ EPIG. 
 
 What ? found him out ? let ftrong embraces bind him ; 
 He’ll fly perchance, where tears can never find him 
 New will lofe, what old repentance gains. 
 
 Wifdom not only gets, but got retains. 
 
BmUms* 
 
 Jf is^aadjfor me to dratp mareto the 
 
 Lord,I have put mytnjjl my Lard . 
 
 33 ^ ’'Xfd.72.:z^ 
 
 Book 4 
 
 XIIL 
 
EinhUmSi 
 
 Book 4. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 PSALM 73. zV 
 
 Rh gold for me to draw wear to God, / have 
 put my tmji in the Lord God. 
 
 W Here is that good, which wife-men plcafe to call 
 The chiefeft ? doth there any fuch befal 
 Within man’s reach ? or is there fuch a good at all ? 
 
 If fuch there be, it neither mull: expire, ^ 
 
 Nor change ; than which there can be nothing hlgh’r ; 
 Such good muft be the utter point of man’s dcfire. 
 
 It is the mark, to which all hearts muft tend j 
 Can be defired for no other end. 
 
 Than for it felf, on which all other goods depend* 
 
 What may this excellent be ? doth it fubfift 
 A real eflcnce clouded in the mift 
 Of curious art, or clear to ev’ry eye that lift ? 
 
 Or is’t a tart idea, to procure 
 
 An edge, and keep the praftick foul in ure. 
 
 Like that dear chymick duft, or puzzling quadrature? 
 
 Where (hall I feek this good ? where fiiali I find 
 This cath’lick pleafure, whofe extreams may bind 
 My thoughts ? and fill the gulf of my infatiacc mind ? 
 
 Lies it in treafure ? in full heaps untold ? 
 
 Doth gouty Manmoffs griping hand infold 
 This facred faint in facred, flirines of fov’reign gold ? 
 
Emhkms, Book 4. 
 
 No, no. fhe lies not there ; wealth often fours 
 makes us hers, in feeming ours ; 
 
 She flides from heav’n indeed, but notin Dance's fliow’rs. 
 
 Lives 9ie in honour? no. The royal crown 
 Builds up a creature^ and then batters down ; 
 
 Kings raifc thee with a fmi]e,and raze thee with a £rown» 
 
 Tn pleafure? no. Pleafure begins in rage; 
 
 AQs the foofs part on earth’s uncertain Bage; 
 
 Begins the play in youth, and epilogues in age. 
 
 Thcfe, thefe are baftard goods,; the beB of thcfe 
 Torment thefoul with pleafing it ; and pleafe, 
 
 Like waters gif p’d in fevers, with deceitful eafe. 
 
 Earth’s flatr’ring dainties are but fweet diftreffes: 
 Mole- hills, perform the mourarains flie profeifes, 
 
 Alas ! can earth confer more good than earth polIelTes? 
 
 Mount, mount, my foul, and let my thoughts calhier 
 Earth’s vain delights, and make thy full career 
 At heav’n’s eternal joys; ftop, flop, thy courfer there. 
 
 There fhall thy foul polTefs uncareful treafure, 
 
 There flialt thou fwim in never-fading pleafure: 
 And blaze in honour far above the frowns of Cdfar. 
 
 Lord, if my hope dare let her anchor fall 
 On thee, the chiefeft good, no need to call 
 For earth’s inferiour tralh ; thou, thou art all in alf 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
EMlms\ 
 
 Book 4.' 
 
 S. AUGUST. Soliloqu. cap. 13. 
 
 1 foUovD this things I pirfue that, but I am filled with m» 
 thing. But when 1 found thee, who art that immutable, inm 
 divided, and only good in thy ft If, what I obtained, I wani«> 
 ed not ; for what I obtained not, 1 grieved not j with what I 
 was pjfeft, my whole dfire was fatisfied. 
 
 S. B ERN. Ser. 9, fup. Beati qiil habent, &c. 
 
 Let others pet end merit \ let him brag of the burthen of 
 ehe day ; let him boaji of his fabbath fa/ls, and let him glory 
 that he is not as other men : but for me, it is good to chavs 
 unto the Lord^ and to put my truji in my Lord Qod , , ^ 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 Let Boreaf blafts, and Neptune's waves be joined. 
 Thy yEolus commands the waves, the wind; 
 Eear not the rocks or world’s imperious waves 5 
 Thou. climb'd a rock, my Toul, a rock that faves. 
 
 L 5 
 
B^ok 4. 
 
 EMem, 
 
 XIV. 
 
 CANTICLES 3. 
 
 I fat under his [hadorv with great delight, and 
 his fruit was fweet to my tafte. 
 
 I 
 
 L Ook how the flicep, whofe rambling fieps 4o flraf f 
 From the fafe bkffing of her fliepherd’s eyeSj . 
 Eft*foon becomes the unprotefted prey 
 
 To the wing’d fquadron of beleagVing flies; 
 
 Where fwelter’d with the fcorching beams of day, 
 
 She frisks from buih to brake, and wildly flies away « 
 From her own fclf, ev’n of her felf apaid ; 
 
 She flirouds her troubled brows in ev’ry glade, 
 
 And craves the mercy of the foft removing fhadc. 
 
 2 . 
 
 Ev’n fo my wand’ring foul, that hath digreft 
 From her great fliepherd, is the hourly prey 
 Of all my fins ; thefc vultures in my breafl 
 Gripe my Promethean heart ; both night and day 
 1 hunt from place to place, but find no reft ; 
 
 I know not where to go, nor where to ftay : 
 
 The eye of vengeance burns, her flames invade 
 My fwelc’ring foul: my foul hath oft allay d, 
 
 Yet ihe can find no fliroud, yet can ihe feel no ftiade ? 
 
 E 
 
EmhUms:. 
 
 Book 
 
 • r 
 
 
 I fought the fliades of mirth, to wear away 
 My flow-pac’d hours of foui-confuming grief ; 
 
 I fearch’d the (hades cf deep, to eafc my day 
 Of griping forrows with a night’s reprieve. 
 
 I fought the (hades of death ; thought there t’allay 
 My final torments with a full relief; 
 
 But mirth, nor ileep, nor d?ath, can hide my hours 
 la the falfe (liades of their deceitful bow’rs ; 
 
 The fiift diftrafts, the next difiurbs, the laft devours^ 
 
 4 
 
 Where (hall I turn ? to w'hom (hall I apply me ? 
 
 Are there no flreams where a faint foul may wade ? 
 'Thy God head, Jefus, are the flames that fry me ; 
 
 Hath thy all-glorious Deity ne’er a (hade, 
 
 Where I may fit and vengeance never eye me, 
 
 Where I niight fit refrelh’d or unafraid ? 
 
 Is there no comfort ? is there no refeflion ? 
 
 Is there no cover that will give proteftion 
 T’ a fainting foul, the (ubjeft of thy wrath’s rcflefflon ? 
 
 5 . - 
 
 Eook up, my foul, advance the lowly ftature 
 Of thy fad thoughts j advance thy humble eye: 
 
 See, here’s a fhadow found : the humane nature- 
 Is made th’umbrel a to the Deity, 
 
 To catch the. (un-beams of thy ju(l creator -; 
 
 Beneath this, covert thou may’ft fafely lie ; 
 
 Permit thine eyes to c|imb this fruitful tree, 
 
 As quick did, and thou (halt fee 
 
 A cloud of dying flefli betwixt ihofe beams and thee. 
 
Book 4. 
 
 G U I L. in cap. a. Cant. 
 
 Who can endure the fierce rays of the fun of jufiice? who 
 fhall not be confumed by his beams ? therefore the fun of juftice 
 took fiejh, that, through the corjunBion of that fun and this 
 humane body, a Jhadow may be made. 
 
 S. AUGUST. Med. cap 37. 
 
 'Lord, bet my foul flee from the fcorching thoughts of the 
 world, under the covert of thy wings, that beifjg refrefhed by 
 the moderation of thy foadow, fie may fing merrily, In peace 
 will 1 lay me down and, refi. 
 
 
 
 
 
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 % '■ ■ i' V ■ - , ■■ 
 
 .'V- 
 
 ‘i-lv • 
 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 Ah I treach’rous fou), would not thy pleafores give 
 That Lord, which made the living, leave to Itve? 
 See what thy fins have done : thy fins have made 
 The fan of glory now become thy lhade. 
 
r 
 
 
 Book 4^ Emhlems. 2.4^ 
 
 XV. 
 
 PSALM 137. 4. 
 
 Hor^ JhaU we ftng the fong of the Lord in 4 
 
 ft range land ? 
 
 U Rge me no more: this airy mirth belongs 
 
 To better times : thefe times are not for Tongs, 
 The fprightly twang of the melodious lure 
 Agrees not with my voice: and both unfuitj 
 My untun’d fortunes: the afFefled meafure 
 Of llrains, that are conftrain’d, afford no pleafure. 
 Mufick -s the child of mirth j where griefs aflail 
 The troubled foul, both voice and fingers fail: 
 
 Let fuch as revel out their lavifti days, 
 
 In honourable riot ; that can raife 
 Dejefted hearts, and conjure up a fp’ric 
 Of madnefs by the magick of delight ; 
 
 Let thofe of CupcCs hofpital, that lie 
 Impatient patients to a fmiling eye, 
 
 That cannot reft, until vain hope beguile 
 Their flatter’d torment with a wanton fmile ; 
 
 Let fuch redeem their peace, and falve the wrongs 
 Of froward fortune with their frolick fongs : 
 
 ?/Iy grief, my grief’s too great for fmiling eyes 
 To cure, or counter-charms to exorcife. 
 
 The raven’s difmal croaks, the midnight howls 
 Of empty wolves mixt with the fcreech of owls, 
 
 The nine fad knolls of a dull pafling bell, 
 
 With the loud language of a nightly knell, 
 
 I And 
 
B0dk:4^ 
 
 Emhkm}, 
 
 And horrid out-cries of revenged crimes, 
 
 Join’d in a medley’s mufick for thefc times; 
 
 Thefe are no times to touch, the merry firing 
 Of Orphem ; no, thefe are no times to ling. ^ 
 
 Can hide-bound pris’ners, that have fpent their fouls 
 And famifh’d bodies in the noifomerhojes ^ 
 
 Of hell-black dttngeGk.s; apt thcirVougher throats 
 Grown hoarfe with begging alms, to warble notes^^ 
 Can.the fa4 pilgrini, that hath loft, his. way -- 
 
 In the vaft defarf ; there.cohdbmn’d a “pfey ' V 
 To the wild fubjc6:,.or his favage king, 
 
 Jlouze up his palfy.fmitten fp’rits, and fing ? 
 
 Can I a pilgrim, and a pris’ner too, 
 
 Alas! 1,001 neither known, nor know- - / v 
 
 Ought-but my torments, ap unranfpm’d ftrangsr f | 
 In this ftrange climate, in a land of 4a,.pgeT .? | * 
 
 O, can my ypice be pleafant, or my hand,. ‘ " 
 
 Thus made a pris’.ner to a foreign land ? “ 
 
 How can my mufick relifti in your ears. 
 
 That cannot fpeak for fobs, nor fing for tears.? 
 
 Ah! if my voice could, Orpz&rr/if.like, unfpel j 
 My poor my :foul, from, hell i 
 
 Of earth’s mifconftru’d heay’n, then my breaft:: 
 Should warble ajrS) .whpfe rhapfodies fliouldfeaft. 
 
 The ears of feraphlras; and-entertain ; , 
 
 Heav’n’s higheft Deity with their lofty ftrain ; 
 
 A ftrain well drench’d in the true Thefpian well,, 
 
 Till then, earch’s.femi quaver, mirtli, fareweh 
 
 S, AUGUST. 
 
 f 
 
Book 
 
 Emhlems. 
 
 M7 
 
 S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 33. 
 
 0 infinitely happy are thofe heavenly virtues, vehich are able 
 to praife thee in holinefs and purity, with etccejfive fweetnefsy 
 and unutterable emaltationl from th<.nce they praife thee, from 
 xphenc^they rejo 'ce, becaufe they continually fee for what they 
 rejoice, for what they praife thee: but we^ prejs'd down with 
 this burthen of fief), far removed from thy countenance in 
 this pilgrimage, and blown up with worldly vanities, cannot 
 worthily praife thee : we praife thee by faith ; not face to 
 face, but th fie angelical fipirits praife thee face to face^ and 
 not by faith. 
 
 EPIG. IS- 
 
 Did I refufe to flng ? faid I, thefe times 
 Were not for fongs ? nor mufick for thefe climes ? 
 It was my errour : are not groans and tears 
 Harmonious raptures in tli’ Almighty’s ears ? 
 
FIFTH BOOK. 
 
 CANTICLES s- 8. 
 
 J chdrge you, 0 daughters of Jerusalem, if 
 you find my beloved, that you tell him that 
 1 am fich of love* 
 
 Y Ou holy virgins, that fo oft farround 
 
 The city’s fapphire walls, whofe fnowy feet 
 Meafure the pearly paths of facrcd ground, 
 
 And trace the new Jerufaletns jafper ftreet ; ^ 
 
 Ah! you whofe care-forfaken hearts are crown’d 
 With your beft wilhes j that enjoy the fweet 
 Of all your hopes ; if e’er you chance to fpy 
 My abfent love, O tell him that I lie ^ (eye. 
 Deep-wounded with the flames that furnac’d from his 
 
 I charge you, virgins, as you hope to hear 
 The heav’nly mufick of your lover’s voice ; 
 
 I charge you by the folemn faith you bear 
 To plighted vows, and to that loyal choice 
 Of your alFeOiions, or, if ought more dear 
 You hold; by Hymen, by your marriage joys, 
 
 I charge you tell him, that a flaming dart, 
 
 Shot from his eye, hath pierc’d my bleeding heart, 
 And 1 am fick of love, and languiflr in my fmart. 
 
 Tell 
 
 aV- 
 
Emhkms. 
 
 Book 
 
 3 
 
 Tell Irim, O tell him, howl my panting breaft 
 I? fcordi’'d with flames, arrd how my foul is pin’d'; 
 Tell him, O tell him, how I lie opprefl: ^ 
 
 With the full torments of a troubled mind • 
 
 O tell him, tell him, that he loves in jelf, * 
 
 But I in earnefl;,tfrll him he’-s unkind : 
 
 But if a difcontented frown appears 
 '1 _ ,Upo:n ihis-angry brmw, acaoft his eats 
 
 With fbft and fewer WQT'ds^ and ,a^ th'e red .in tears. 
 
 4' j ^ ■ 
 
 O tell h !m, that his cruelties deprive 
 
 My foul of peace, while peace in vain flie feeks; 
 Tell him, thofe dama-sk rofes -that did drive 
 With white, -both fade upon my fallow cheeks; 
 
 Tell him, no token doth proclaim I live. 
 
 But tears, and fighs,. and fobs, and fudden dicieks ; 
 Thtis if your piercing words {houldchance to bore 
 His heark’ning ear, and move a flgh, give o’er 
 To fpeak ; and tell him, tell- him, that I could no more. 
 
 If your eleglous breath fhould hap to rouze 
 A happy tear, clofe harb’ring in his eye. 
 
 Then urge his plighted faith, thefacred vows, 
 
 Which neither I can break, nor he deny; 
 
 Be wail the torment of- his loyal fpoufe. 
 
 That for his fake would make a fport to die; 
 
 O blefled virgins, how my paflion tires 
 Beneath the burthen of her fond defires ! 
 
 , Heav’n never fliot fuch flames, earth never felt fuebfires ! 
 
 AUGUST. 
 
S. AUGUSTS Med. cap. 40. 
 
 what jhall I fay ? what jhall I do ? whither jball I go? 
 where piad 1 feek him ? or when Jhad I find him ? whim 
 find I ask ? who wid ted my beloved that I am fick of love ? 
 
 GU LI EL.- in cap. Cant. 
 
 I HvOf hat not t : it is my beloved that liveth in me ; 1 
 love my felf not with my own love, but with the love of my 
 beloved that loveth me : I love not my felf in my felf bat my 
 felf in hithf and him in me. 
 
 EPIG. I. 
 
 Grieve not, my fouJ, nor let thy love wax faint; 
 ^eep’ft thou to lofe fhe caufe of thy complaint ? 
 He’ll come; love ne’er was bound to times nor laws: 
 Till then thy tears complain without a caufe. 
 
Book f 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 
 ir. 
 
 CANTICLES s. 
 
 Stay me with flowers, and comfort me with 
 apples, for Jam flek of love. 
 
 I 
 
 O Tyrant love ! how doth thy fovVcIgn pow’r 
 Subjcfl: poor fouls to thy imperious thrall ! 
 
 They fay, thy cup’s compos’d of fweet and four; 
 
 They (ay, thy diet’s honey mixt with gall ; 
 
 How comes it then to pals, thefe lips of ours 
 Still trade in bitter ; tafte no fweet at all ? 
 
 O tyrant love ! (hall our perpetual toil 
 Ne’er find a fabbath to refrcfli a while 
 Our drooping foulsPart thou all frowns, and ne’er a fnaile? 
 
 2 
 
 You blefled maids of honour, that frequent 
 The royal courts of our renown’d Jehove, 
 
 With flowVs rcftore my fpirits faint and fpent; 
 
 O fetch me apples from love’s fruitful grove, 
 
 To cool my palate, and renew my fcent, 
 
 For I am fick, for I am fick of love : 
 
 Thefe will revive my dry, my wafted pow’rs, 
 And they will fweeten my unfav’ry hours ; 
 Refrcfli me then with fruit, and comfort me with flow’rs* 
 
 O 
 
2-54 
 
 Emhkmt. 
 
 Book 5 . 
 
 3 
 
 O bring me apples to afTwage that fire, 
 
 Which, MtnaAikQy inflames my flaming breafl ; 
 
 Nor is if ev’ry apple I delire, 
 
 Nor that which plcafes eV’ry palate befi i 
 ’Tis not the lafting deuzan I require, 
 
 Nor yet the rcd-cheek’d queening I re^quefl; 
 
 Nor that whicli firfl: befhrew’d the name of vvlfe, 
 Nor that whofe beauty caus’d the golden ftrifej 
 No, no, bring me ah apple from the ti^ce of life. 
 
 4 
 
 Virgins, tuck up your filken laps, and fill ye 
 With the fair' wealth of Flora l magazine ; 
 
 The purple violet, and the pale-fac’d lilly: ' . - 
 
 The pancy and the organ colornbine ; ' ' " 
 
 The flovv’ring thyme, the gilt- bowl daffadily; * ^ 
 
 The lowly pink, the lofty egiantihe rj : ^ 
 
 The blufhing rofe, the queen of flow’ rs, and befl: 
 Of beauty ; but above the reft, - ‘ 
 
 Let Jj£es fovereign flow’r perfume my-qualmingbreafl,^^ 
 
 5 
 
 f' 
 
 Ha fie, virgins, hafle, for I lie weak, and faint 
 
 Beneath the pangs of love ; why' {land- ye: TiiutbjM • "f 
 As if your fljence neither car’d to grant, . ■ 
 
 Nor yet yqur language to deny my fuit? ' 
 
 No key can lock the door of my complaint, <t: ; : '• ' 
 
 Until I fmelj this flow’r, or tafte that Frriiti 
 
 Go, virgins,; fcek this tree, aiidfliarch tiTat;bbw.'f4 
 Q,. how my foul fhaJl blefs that happy hour, i 
 That brings. to'me'fuch fruit,that -brings me luch a fiow’r 1 
 
 GISTEN^ 
 
Book 5-. 
 
 EmhUms. 
 
 
 G IS TEN. in cap. 2. Cant. ExpoC 3. 
 
 O happy ftcknefs, where the infirmity is not to death, hut t$ 
 life that God may he glorified by it! O happy fever, that pro^ 
 ^^edeth not from a confumivg, hut a calcining fire! O happy 
 dtftcmper, wherein the foal relijheth no earthly things, but 
 
 favour eth divine nourijlment! 
 
 S. BERN. Serm. 51. in Cant. 
 
 'By flowers, under fiand faith-, by fruit, good works: As the 
 
 tZZ-^r ’’f"! tef^r, gcU 
 
 s J 7 /'■»'» itithm tht finer, »»■ id 
 
 ^^rks Without faith, * 
 
 EPIC. 2, 
 
 Why apples, O my foul ? can they remove 
 The pains of grief, or eafe the flames of love ? 
 It was that fruit which gave the flrft oiFence j 
 That Pent him hither: that remov’d him henca 
 
 M 
 
Book $’• 
 
 £mhUm$\ 
 
 IIL 
 
 CANTICLES. i. 
 
 Mj hkved is mine, and lam his \ he feed^ 
 eth among the lilies. 
 
 •1 
 
 E V’n like two little bank-dlyldlng brooks, 
 
 That wafli the pebbles with their waHton ftteams, 
 And having rang’d and fearch*d a thoufand nooks. 
 Meet both at length in iilver-breafted Thanief, 
 
 Where in a greater current they conjoin : 
 
 So I my beft beloved’s am, fo he is mine. 
 
 2 
 
 lEv’n fo We met ; and after long purfuit, 
 
 Ev’n fo we join’d, we both became entire;- 
 No need for either to renew a fuit,: 
 
 For I was flax, and he was flames of fire. 
 
 Our firm united fouls did more than twine j 
 So I my befl: beloved’s am j fo he is mine. 
 
 If all thofe glitt’nng monarchs that cotnmandE 
 The fervile quarters of this earthly ball, 
 
 Should tender, in ejtchantge, • their fhares of land, 
 I would not change my fortunes for them all ; 
 Their wealth is but a counter to my coin; 
 The world’s but theirs ; but my beloved’s mine. 
 
Book s- 
 
 Emhlems* 
 
 4 
 
 rjSTay, more ; If the fair T^efpan ladies all 
 Should heap together their diviner treafure, 
 
 That treafure fliould ^ deem’d a price too fmall 
 To buy a minute'*s Icafe of half my pleafurej 
 'Tis not the facred wealth of all the nine 
 ^Caft buy my.li’eaxtfrQm him, or bis from being’ mine. 
 
 'Nor time, nor place, nor chance, nor death can bow 
 My leaft defires unto the leaft remove; 
 
 He’s firmly mine by oath; I his by vow ; 
 
 He’&nline by faith’; and I am his by love ; 
 
 He’:s biiiie by water; I am his by wine ; 
 
 Thus I hiy beft beloyed’s am ; thus he is^mine. 
 
 He is mine altar ; 1, his holy place ; 
 
 1 am his gueft ; and he my living food ; 
 
 Tm his by penitence ; he mine by grace ; 
 
 I’m his by purchafe ; he is mine by blood ; 
 
 He’^my fupporting elm ; and I his vine: 
 
 Thus I my beft beloved’s am ; thus he is mine. 
 
 7 
 
 He gives me wealth, I give him all my vows : 
 
 I give him fongs; he gives me length of days : 
 (With wreaths of grace be crowns my conqu’ring brows; 
 And I his temples with a crown of praife, 
 
 Which he accepts ; an evcrlafting fign. 
 
 That I my beft beloved’s «ni ; that he is mine. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
Book 5* Emhtmi.- 
 
 S. AUGUST./Panu.cap. 24. 
 
 O my fiulf Jiampt with the image of thy Gody love him of 
 whom thou art fo much beloved : bend to him that botoeth 
 thee, feek him that feeketh thee : love the lover ^ by whofe 
 love thou art prevented^ begin the caufe of thy love : be earcm 
 ful with thofe that are careful^ want with thofe that want ; 
 be clean with the clean^ and holy with the holy : choofe this 
 friend above all friends^ who when all are taken awayy re* 
 maineth only faithful to thee : in the day of thy burial , when ’ 
 aU leave theOy he will not deceive thety hut defend t^ee from • 
 the roaring lions prepared for their prey. 
 
 
 EPIG. 3. 
 
 Sing, Hymen, to my foul : what, lofl: and found ? 
 Welcom’d, efpous’d, enjoy’d fo foon and crown’d f 
 He did but climb the crofs, and then came down 
 To th’ gates of hdlj triumph’d, and fetch’d a crown; 
 
 M 3 
 
Emllms. Book <. 
 
 lY- 
 
 7ctm mtf heLveJj o‘ h-f 3>tsirc if 
 iowaJ^^a rneCf Caiit v io- '''2.60 
 
EMokfr, BjnblmK. %6i 
 
 IV. 
 
 canticles 7. lo. 
 
 M am my hkvci'sjf and bis dtfin is towards 
 
 mo* 
 
 I 
 
 L ike to the af£lick needle, that doth guide 
 
 The wand’ring lhade his magnetick pow’f, 
 And leaves his filken gnomon to decide 
 The queftion of the controverted hour, 
 
 Firft franticks up and down from fide to fide, 
 
 And reftlefs beats his cryftal’d iv’ry cafe, 
 
 With vain impatience jets from place to place, 
 And feeks the bofom of his frozen bride, 
 
 At length he flacks his motion, and doth refl 
 His trembling point at his bright pole’s beloved breafl. 
 
 2 : 
 
 Ev’n fo my foul, being hurried here and thercj 
 By ev’ry objeQ: that prefents delight. 
 
 Fain would be fettled, but Ihe knows not where | 
 
 She likes at morning what flie loaths at night ; 
 
 She bows to honour ; then Ihe lends an ear 
 
 To that fweet fwan-like voice of dying pleaflire^ 
 Then tumbles in the fcatter’d heaps of treafure ; 
 Now flatter’d with falfe hope ; now foil’d with fear ; 
 
 Thus finding all the world’s delight to be 
 But empty toys^ good God, fhe points alone to thee. 
 
 M; 4 -, Bu£ 
 
Emhkms. 
 
 Book 5'. 
 
 1,62, 
 
 3 
 
 Bat hath the vertued fteel a power to mov^ ? 
 
 Or can the untouch'd needle point aright ? 
 
 Or can my wandVing thoughts forbear to rove, 
 Unguided by. the vertue of thy fpVit ? ^ 
 
 O hath my leaden foul the art t* improve 
 Her wafted talent, and, unrais’d, a/pire 
 In this fad moulting time«f her defire? 
 
 Not firft belov’d have I the power to love ; 
 
 J cannot ftir, but as thou pleafc to move me, 
 
 Nor can my heart return thee love, until thou love me. 
 
 4 
 
 The ftlll commandrefs of the (Iknt night 
 
 Borrows her beams from her bright brother’s eye; 
 His fair afpefl fills her ftiarp horns with light, ' ^ 
 
 If he withdraw, her flames are quench’d and die : 
 Ev’n fo the beams of thy enlighc’ning fp’rir, 
 
 Infus’d and (hot inromy dark defire, 
 
 Inflame my thoughts, and fill my foul with fire. 
 That I am ravifh’d with a new delight; 
 
 But if thou fliroud thy face, my glory fades, 
 
 And I repiain a nothing, all compos’d offhadcs. 
 
 5 
 
 Eternal God ! O thou that only art 
 Th« facred fountain of eternal light, 
 
 And blefled load.ftome of my better part, 
 
 O thou, my heart’s defire, my foul’s delight ! 
 
 RefleO: upon my foul, and touch my heart, 
 
 And then my heart ftialj prize no good above thee ; 
 And then my foul fliall know thee ; knowing, love 
 Andthen my trembling thoughtsfliall never ftart^'thce; 
 
 From thy commands, or fwetve the leaft degree, 
 Or once prefume to move, but as they move in thee. 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
. Book 5'. 
 
 Emhlems, 
 
 S. AUGUST. .Med.c#p.io. 
 
 if mm cm love man with fo entire affeSfion, that the 
 one can fcarce brook the other'' s ahfence ; if a bride can be 
 pined to her bride-groom with fo great an ardenoy of mindy that 
 for the extremity of love Jhe can enjoy no refty nor ftfer hie '< 
 ahfence without great anxiety, with what affeEiion, with ^ 
 what fervency ought thejoul whom thou hafi efpoufed by faith ’ 
 and compafion, to love thee her true Gody and gkriouf br idem. 
 groom ? 
 
 EPIG. 4« 
 
 My foul, thy love is dear : ’cwas thought a good - 
 And eafie pen’worth of thy faviour’s blood .* 
 
 But be not proud ; all matters rightly fcann d, 
 ^Twas oYcr*bouglu ; ’rwas fold at feuond hand. ^ 
 
 M 5 
 
V 
 
 GANTIGLES. j. 5. 
 
 M) foul mdud roUCfi my beloved ffakel’. 
 
 L Ofd, has the feeble voice of flefh and blood > 
 
 The pow’r to work thine ears into a flood s 
 Of melted mercy? or the ftrength t’unlock 
 The gates of heav’n, and to diflblve a rock 
 Of marble clouds into a morning fliow’r ? 
 
 Or harh the breath of whining duft the pow’r 
 To flop or fnatch a falling thundet-bolc 
 From thy fierce hand, and make thy hand revolc 
 From refo’ute confufion, and inftead 
 Of vials, pour full bkffings on our head ? 
 
 Or ftiall the wants of famifiiM ravens cry, 
 
 And move thy mercy to a quick fupply ? 
 
 Or lhall the filent fuits of drooping flow’fs, 
 
 Woo thee for dropSj and be refrefli’d with Ihow’rs ? " 
 Alas! what marvel then, great God, what wonder, 
 
 If thy helbrouzing voice, that fplits in funder 
 The brazen portals of eternal death; 
 
 What wonder if that life-reftoring breath 
 Which dragged me from th’ infernal ftiades of nighty 
 Should melt my ravifh’d foul with o’er delight? 
 
 O can my frozen gutters choofe but run, 
 
 That feel the warmth of fuch a glorious fun? 
 
 Methinks his language, *like a flaming arrow, 
 
 Doth piercc my boneSjand melts their woundred marrow™ 
 
 ’ , Ttyj 
 
Emllms, Book 5* 
 
 Thy flames, O Cw/i/W, (though the joyful heart 
 Feelii neither tang of grief, nor fears the fmart 
 Of jealous doubts, but drunk with full defires^ 
 
 Are torments, weigh’d with thefe celeftial fires j 
 Pleafures that ravifc in fo high a mcafure, 
 
 That O I languifli in excefs of pleafure : 
 
 Wl»t ravifti’d heart that feels thefe melting joys. 
 Would not deTpife -and loath the rrcach’rous' toys 
 Of dunghil earth? what foul would not be proud 
 Of wry-mouth’d fcorns, the worft that flefli and blood 
 Had rancour to dcvife ? who would not bear 
 The world's dcrifion with a thankful ear? 
 
 What palate would refufe full bowls of fplght, 
 
 To gain a minute’s tafte offuch delight? 
 
 Great fpring of light, in whom there is no lhade, 
 But what my interpplcd fins have made; 
 
 Whofe marro-w.meking, Arcs admit no fcreen- 
 But what my own rebellions put between 
 Their precious flames and my obdurate ear j 
 Difperfe this plague-diflilling cloud, and clear 
 My mungy foul into a glorious day : 
 
 Tranfplant this fcreen, remove this baraway;^ 
 
 Then, then my fluent foul fhall feel the fires 
 Of thy fweet voice, and my dlflblv’d defires 
 Shall turn a fov’reign balfam, to make whole 
 Tbofe wounds my^ fins infliftcd on thy fouh 
 
 ■ S. AUGUST. 
 
Book y. EmhlemSi 
 
 S. AUGUST. SoIiloqu.csp.34. 
 
 what fire is this that fo warmth my heart"? what light is 
 this that fo enlightneth my foul? O fire, that, always hurnefi, 
 and never go efi out, kindle me : O light, which ever fhine (I , 
 and art never, darkned, illuminate me'. O that I had my heat 
 from thee, mo ft holy fire 1 how fweetly do ft thou barn? how 
 ficretly dofi thou jhine ? how defiredly doji thou inflame me ! 
 
 S. BON A V E N T. Stim. amorls cap. 8. 
 
 It maketh God man, and man God; things temporal, eter^ 
 nal ; mortal, immortal ; it maketh an enemy, a friend ; a 
 fervant, a fin ; vile things ^ glorious; cold heart s^ fiery', 
 and hard things, liepuid. 
 
 EPIC. 5. 
 
 My foul, thy gold is true, but full of drofsj 
 Thy faviour’s breath refines thee with fome lofs; 
 His gentle furnace makes thee pure as true j 
 Thou muft be melted ere th’art call a-new.j 
 
EmUhmti 
 
 Book 
 
 VL 
 
 PS ALM 73. 25; 
 
 Whom have 1 in he Av^n hut thee> and whaP 
 defire I on earth in reffeB of thee f 
 
 i' 
 
 I Eove (and have feme caufc to love) the earths 
 She is my maker’s creature ; therefore good; 
 
 She is my mother, for fhe gave me birth ; 
 
 She is my tender nuffe ; flie gives mr. food ; 
 
 But what’s a creature, Lord^ corrp.av;d wih thee?' 
 
 Of what’s my mother, or my nuife to me ? 
 
 a 
 
 Hove the air, her dainty fweets refrefli 
 My drooping foul, and to new fwcets invite me y 
 Her fhrill-mouth’d choire fuftaiii me with their flelh, 
 And with their Polyphonian notes delight me: 
 
 But what’s the air, or all the fwcers, that Ihe 
 Can bicfs my foul withal, compar’d to thee ? 
 
 3 ' 
 
 I love the fea : fhe is my felIow»creature, 
 
 My careful purveyor j fhe provides me (lore ; 
 
 She walls me round ; Ihe, makes my diet greater % 
 
 She Wafts my treafure.from. a foreign lhor.e ; 
 
 Bur, Lord of oceans, when compar’d with thee, 
 What is the ocean, or her wealth to me ? 
 
 To 
 
2^0^ Emhl'ems, Boofcf.- 
 
 To Iieav’n’s high city I dire£t my Journey, 
 
 Whofe fpangled fuburbs entertain mine eye ; 
 
 Mine eye, by contemplation’s great attorney, 
 Tranfcends the cryftal pavement of the skie: 
 
 But what is heav’n, great God, compared to thee? 
 Without thy prefence heav’n’s no heav’n to me. 
 
 Without thy' prefence earth gives no refection j ' 
 Without thy prefence fea affords no treafure j 
 Without thy prefence air’s a rank infection; 
 
 Without thy prefence heav’n it fclf’s no pleafure ; 
 
 If not pofTefs’d, if not enjoy’d inr thee,* 
 
 What’s earth, or fea, or air, or heav’n to me ? 
 
 The higheft honours that the world can boaft. 
 
 Are fubjefts far too low for my defire 5 - 
 The brighteft beams of glory ate (at moji') ' 
 
 But dying fparkles of thy living fire : 
 
 The proudeft flames that earth can kindle, be 
 But nightly gloe-worms if compar’d to thsc. 
 
 ,7 . 
 
 Without thy prefence, wealth arc bags pF cares j 
 Wifdom, but folly; joy, difquiet fadnefs: 
 
 Friendfliip is treafon, and delights arefnares f . 
 PJeafures bur pain, and mirth but pl^fing madnefs: ♦ 
 Without thee, Lord, things be not what they be. 
 Nor have their being, when compar’d with thee.. - 
 
 8 
 
 In having all things, and not thee, what have I? " ' 
 Not having thee, what have my labours got? , 
 
 Let me'enjoy but thee what farther crave I? 
 
 And having thee alone, what have I hot ? 
 
 I wifii nor fea, nor land ; noif would I be 
 Pofleft of heav’n, heav’n unpofleft of thee. 
 
 BONAV. 
 
Book y, Emhlems. lyi' 
 
 BONAVENT. SoJiloqu. cap. i. 
 
 Alas ! tny God, voxo 1 underfiand {hut hlufh to confefs ) 
 that the beauty of thy creatures hath deceived mine eyes, and 
 lhave not obferved that thou art more amiable than all the 
 creatures ; to which thou hajl communicated hut one drop of 
 thy ineftimable beauty : for who hath adorned the heavens 
 with fars? who hath fiored the air wdb fowl, the waters 
 with fjh, the e»rth with plants and flower s’i but what are 
 all thefe but a fmall /park of divine beauty, 
 
 S. CHRY. Horn. 5 . in Ep ad Rom. 
 
 In having nothing 1 have all things, becaufe I have Chrifi. 
 having therefore all things in him, / feek no other rewatd j 
 for hi is the univerfal reward. 
 
 EPIG. 6. 
 
 Who would not throw his better thoughts about him, 
 And fcorn this drofs within him ; that, without him? 
 Caft up, my foul, thy clearer eye ; behold, 
 
 If thou be fully melted, there’s the mould. 
 
Emllmf, 
 
 Book 
 
 
 ^73 
 
 vir. 
 
 PSALM ixo, s 
 
 Woe h mCy that / remain in Melheek, and 
 
 I S nature’s courfe difToIv’d ? doth timers glafs I 
 Or hath io-ac ffo?ick heart fet back the hand 
 Of fates p: rpeiual clock ? wlirc never ftrike ? 
 
 Is crazy time grown lazy, faint or fick. 
 
 Of adamantine fiflers late niade trial 
 
 Of fome new trade? Ih'-ill mortal hearts grow old 
 
 In forrow ? fiia^l my weary arms infold, 
 
 And undef-pi> p my panting hdes fox ever ? 
 
 Is there no charitable hand will fever 
 My well-fpun thread, that my imprifon’d fbtti 
 May be deliver’d from this dull dark hole 
 Of dungeon flefli ? O fhall I, fliall I never 
 Be ranfom’d, but remain a Have for ever ? 
 
 It is the lot of man but once to die, 
 
 But ere that death, ho w" many deaths have I? 
 
 What humane madnefs makes the world afraid 
 To entertain heav’n’s joys, becaufe convey’d 
 By th’ hand of death ? will nakednefs refufe 
 Rich change of iobes, becaufe the man’s not fprUjCe^. 
 That brought them ? or will poverty fend back 
 Full bags c f gold, becaufe the bringer’s black? 
 
 Life is a bubble, blown with whining breaths, 
 
 Fill’d with the torment of a thoufand deaths } 
 
 Whicb^, 
 
^74 Emblems, Book 5 . 
 
 Which being prick’d by death (while death deprives 
 One life) prefents the foul a thoufand lives ; 
 
 O franrick mortal, how hath earth bewitch’d 
 Thy bedlam foul, which hath fo fondly pitch’d 
 Upon her falfe delights! delights that ceafe 
 Before enjoyment finds a time to pleafe| 
 
 Her fickle joys breed doubtful fears; Her fears 
 Bring hopeful griefs; her griefs weep fearful tears: 
 Tears coin deceitful hopes ; hopes careful doubtf. 
 
 And furly paflion juftlcs paflion out : 
 
 To day we pamper with a full repaft 
 Of lavifh mirth, at night we weep as faft : 
 
 To night we fwim in wealth, and lend; to morrow,- 
 We fink In want, and. find no friend to borrow. 
 
 In what ^ climate doth my fouLrefide? 
 
 Where pale-fac’d murth'ef, the firfi-born of pride, 
 
 Sets up her kingdom in the very frailes,. 
 
 And plighted -faiths of men like crocodiles ; 
 
 A land, where each embroid’ef’d fattin word 
 Is lin’d with ffa^ud ; . where Marj his lawlefs fwordT 
 Exiles balance ; wherd that hand 
 
 Now flays his brother, thu new-fow’d his land 5 _ 
 
 O that my days of -bondage would expire 
 In this lewd foil ! Lord, how my foul’s on fire 
 To be diflblv’d, that I might once obtain 
 Thofe long’d-for joys, long’d-for fo oft in vain ? 
 
 If, A/o/«r*like, I may not live poflcfl: 
 
 Of this fait land j Lord, '.let me fee’t ac lealL: 
 
 S AUGUST. 
 
Emblems. 
 
 Book 5* 
 
 275 
 
 S, AUGUST. Sollloqu. cap. ii. 
 
 My life is a frail life ; a corruptible life; a life, which the 
 more it increafeth, themore it deereafeth: the farther it goeth, 
 the nearer it cometh to death. A deceitful life, and like a 
 fhadeWj fuS of the (hares of death: now I rejoyce, now I lsin~ 
 guifo, now I fiourijh, now infirm, now I liv:, and freight 1 
 die; now ifeem happy, always miferable ; now I laugh, now 
 J weep : Thus all things are fuhjeSl to mutability, that no- 
 thing continueth an hour in one e fate: O joy above joy, exm 
 ceedmg all joy, without which there is no joy, when fall I 
 enterdnto thee, that I may fee . my God that dweHeth in thee ? 
 
 EPIG. 7 
 
 Art thoia fo weak ? O canft thou not digefi: 
 
 An hour of travel for a night of reft ? 
 
 Chear up, my foul, call home thy fp’rits, and bear] 
 One bad good-friday, full mouth’d eaftei’s near. 
 
 k 
 
VIIL 
 
 ROM. 7. 24.' 
 
 0 matched mm that 1 m ! who [hall ddh^ 
 me fr om the body of this death ? 
 
 B EhoId thy darlmg, wKich thy luftful care 
 
 Pampers, for which thy reliefs thoughts prepare 
 Such early cares ; for whom thy bubbling brow 
 So often fweats, arid bankrupt eyes do owe' 
 
 Such midnight fcores to nature, for whofe fake 
 Eafe earth is fainted, the infernal lake 
 Unfear’d, the crown of glory poorly rated: 
 
 Thy God riegleSed, and thy brother hated ; 
 
 Behold thy darling, whom thy foul affeffs 
 So dearly ; whom thy fond indulgence decks 
 And puppets up infoft, in filken weeds: 
 
 Beheld the darling, whom thy fondnefs feeds ^ 
 
 With fetchM delicates, the dear-bought gains 
 Of ill fpent time, the price of half my pains: 
 
 Behold thy darling, who, when clad by thee, 
 
 Derides thy nakednefs; and when moft free, 
 
 Proclaims her loVer (lave ; and being fed 
 Moft full, then ftrikes th’ indulgent feeder dead. 
 
 What mean’ll thou thus, my poor deluded foul, 
 
 To love fo fondly ? can the burning coal 
 Of thy affeflion lafl: without the fuel 
 Of counter love; is thy compeer fo cruel, 
 
 And thou fo kind to love, unlov’d again? 
 
 'Carift thou fow favours, and thus reap difdain ? 
 
 Re- 
 
 4 
 
278 Emhlems. Book 5'. 
 
 Remember, O remember thou arr born 
 Of royal blood ; remember rhou artfworn 
 A maid of honour in the court of heav’n ; 
 Remember whac a coftly price was giv’n 
 To ranfome thee from ilav’ry thou wert in : 
 
 And wilt thou now, my foul, turn flave again ? 
 
 The Ton and heir to heav’n!s Tfi une J E H O V E 
 Would fain become a fuitor for thy love, 
 
 And offers for thy dow’r his father’s throne, • 
 
 To fit for feraphims to gaze upon;- 
 
 He’Jl give^thee honour, pleafure, wealth, and things 
 
 Tranfcending far the majefty of Kings .* 
 
 And wilt thou proftrate to the odious charms 
 Of this bafe fcullion ? fhall his hollow arms 
 Hng thy fofc fides?. fliall thefc coarfe hands untie 
 The facred zone of thy virginity ? 
 
 For fhame, degen’rous foul, let thy defire 
 Be quickned up with more^herolck fire ? 
 
 Be wifely proud, let thy ambitious eye 
 Read nobler, objefls ; let thy thoughts dcfie 
 Such am’rous bafenefs ; let thy foul difdain 
 Th’ignoble proffers of fo bafe a fwain; 
 
 Or if thy vows be paft, and bands 
 
 Have ceremonied your unequal hands, 
 
 Annul, at leaf: avoid, thy lawlefs aft 
 With infufficiency, or precontrafl: ; 
 
 Or if the aft be good, yet may’ft thou plead . ^ 
 
 A fecond freedom ; or the flelh is dead. 
 
 ^ . <■ 
 
 1 
 
 NAZIANZ. 
 
Book f. BmUmsi 179 
 
 NAZIANZ. Orat. li. 
 
 How i am joyn'd to this body I know not ; which ashen it is 
 healthful, provoketh me to war, and being damaged by war^ 
 affeBeth vie with gri if \ which 1 both love as a feUow fervans, 
 and hate as an utter enemy : It is a pi af ant foe, and a per-- 
 fdious friend. O frange conjunBion and alienationi what I 
 fear I embrace, and what I love I am afraid of before I 
 make war, / am reconciled j before I enjoy peace, I am at 
 variance^ 
 
 E P I G. 8. 
 
 What need chat houfe be daub’d with delli and blood? 
 Hang’d round with filks and gold ? repair’d with food? 
 Coft idly fpent ! that coft doth but prolong 
 Thy thraldom. Fool, thou mak’jlt tby jail too ftrong, 
 
 N 
 

 * 
 
 EmUemst 
 
 Book 
 
 7 am in a streijht hetwiy:t^wo a 
 
 Defire to Depart er to he w Christ > 
 
 ' dhil. 1 -z '^ . f.H.vaii.ifoue. seitip' 
 
Book f • EmUms* x 8 1 
 
 IX. 
 
 PHILIPPIANS. i.xj. 
 
 / am in a firaight hettveen two, having a dc» 
 fire to he difiolved^ and to he with Qhrifi* 
 
 I 
 
 W Hat meant our careful parents fo to wear, 
 
 And lavilh out their ill- extended hours, 
 
 To purchafe for us large potfefllons here, 
 
 Which ('though unpurchas’d) are too truly ours? 
 What meant they, ah ! what meant they to endure 
 Such loads of needlefs labour, to procure (fure? 
 And make that thing our own, which was our own Co« 
 
 2 
 
 What mean thefe liv’ries and poflcllive keys? 
 
 What mean thefe bargains, and thefe needlefs lales? 
 What need thefe jealous, thefe fulpicious wajj^ 
 
 Of law-devis’d, and law-dilTolV’d entails ? 
 
 No need to fweat for gold, wherewith to buy 
 Eftates of high-prix’d land; no need to tie 
 Earth to their heirs, were they butclogg’d witheflrili,as L 
 
 3 
 
 O were their fouls but clogg’d with earth as I, 
 
 They would not purchafe with fo fait an itch ; 
 
 They would not take of alms, what now they buy ; 
 Nor call him happy, whom the world counts rich ; 
 They would not take fuch pains, projeft and progj 
 To charge their Ihoulders with fo great a log: ; ■ 
 
 Who hath the greater lands, hath but the greater clo^- 
 
 N a I 
 
Enthlemh 
 
 Book 
 
 - 4 
 
 I cannot do an aft which earth difdains not; 
 
 I cannot think a thought which earth corrupts not; 
 
 I cannot fp»ak a word which earth profanes not ; 
 
 I cannot fnake a vow earth interrupts not: 
 
 If I but offer up an early groan, (throne, 
 
 "OrTpread rhy wings to heav’n’s long long’d-fot. 
 She darkens flay complaints, and drags my off’ringdown. 
 
 5 
 
 Ev’n like the hawk, (whofe keeper’s wary hands 
 Have made a pris’ner to her weath’ring ftock) 
 Forgetting quite the pow’r of her faft bands, 
 
 Makes a rank bate from her forfaken block ; 
 
 But her too faithful leafti doth foon retain 
 Her broken flight, attempted oft in vain ; 
 
 It gives her loins a twitch, and tugs her hack again, 
 
 6 
 
 So, when my foul direfts her better eye 
 
 To heavVs bright palace, where my treafure lieSi 
 Ifpread my willing wings, but cannot fly j 
 Earth hales me down, I cannot, cannot rife : 
 
 When I but ftrive to mount 'the leafl: degree, 
 Earth gives a jerk, and foils me on my knee ; 
 Lord, how my foul is rack’d betwixt the world and thee ! 
 
 7 
 
 Great God, I fpread my feeble wings in vain ; 
 
 In vaiir i offer my extended hands; 
 
 I cannot mount till thou unlink my chains ; 
 
 I cannot come till thou releafe my bands : 
 
 Which if thou pleafe to break, and then fnppTy 
 My wings with fpirir, th’ eagle fhall not flie 
 A pitch that’s half fo fair, nor half fo fwift as I. 
 
 S. BONA* 
 
EmUemh 
 
 Book 5 j 
 
 S. BONfAVENT. SolUoq. cap. r. 
 
 Ah ! fweet Jefui, pierce the marrm of iny foul "with the" 
 healthful fhafts of thy love^ that it may tridy burn and melt ani‘ 
 languijh mth the only dejire of thee ; that it may dejire t<y be 
 diffolved, and to be with thee : let it hunger alone for the 
 bread of life : let it thirfl after thee^ the fpring and fountain 
 tf eternal light, the Jiream of true pleafure : let it always 
 dejire thee, feek thee, and find thee, and fweetly refi in the% 
 
 EPIG 9. 
 
 What, will thy fiiackles neither looie nor Break ? 
 Are they too ftrong, or is thine arm too weak i^ 
 Art will prevail where knotty ftrength denies 5 . 
 My foul, there’s A^uafiortis in thine eyes. 
 
 N 1 
 
Book !j. EnhlmK 
 
 X. 
 
 PSALM I4X. 7* 
 
 luring foul out of frifon, that Imayfraift" 
 
 thy nam, 
 
 M y foul is like a bird, my flelh the cage, 
 
 Wherein Qie wears her weary pilgrimage 
 Of hours, as few as evil, daily fed 
 With facred wine, and facramental bread; 
 
 The keys that lock her in and let her out, 
 
 Are birth and death ; ’twixt both flie hops about 
 Erom perch to perch, from fenfe to reafon ; then 
 Erom higher reafon down to fenfe again : 
 
 From fenfe Ihe climbs to faith ; where for a feafon 
 She fits and fings ; then down again to reafon : 
 
 From reafon back to faith, and ftreighc from thence 
 She rudely flutters to the perch of fenfe ; 
 
 From fenfe to hope ; then hops from hope to doubts 
 From doubt to dull defpair ; there feeks about 
 For defp’rate freedom, and at ev’ry grate, 
 
 She wildly thrufts, and begs the untimely date 
 Of th* unexpired thraldom, to releafe 
 Th’ afflifted captive, that can find no peace. 
 
 Thus am I coop’d; within this flelhly cage 
 I wear my youth, and waft my weary age. 
 
 Spending that breath which was ordain’d to chant 
 Heav’n’s praifes forth, in fighs, and fad complaint: 
 Whilft happier birds can fpread their nimble wing 
 From Ihrubs to Cedars, and there chirp, and fing, 
 
^-8^ Emhlems. Book ^ 
 
 In choice of raptures, the harmonious ftory 
 Of man’s redemption, and his Maker’s glory .* 
 
 You glorious martyrs, you illuftrious ftoops, 
 
 That once were cloyfter’d in-your fleflily coops 
 As faft as I, what rhet’rick had your tongues ? 
 
 What dextrous art had your elegiac fongs ? 
 
 What P^-aZ-Iike pow’r had yoUr admir’d devotion? 
 What ihacklc-breaking^ faith infus’d fuch motion ^ 
 
 To yourftrong pray’r, that could obtain the boon 
 To be enlarg’d ; tlx be uncag’d fo foon ? 
 
 W’hilft li, poor I, can ling my daily tears, - 
 Grown old in bondage, and Cah find no cars ; 
 
 You great partakers of eternal glory, 
 
 That with your heav’n prevailing oratory, 
 
 Rclcasd your fouls from your terreftrial cage, 
 
 Pe rmir the paffion of my holy rage 
 To recommend my forrows, dearly known 
 To you, in days of old, and once your own, 
 
 To your beft thoughts, (but oh’t doth not befit yc 
 To move your pray’rsj you love joy hot pity; ) 
 Great Lord of fouls, to whom fliould pris’ners fly, 
 But thee ? thou hadft a cage as well as Ij 
 And for my fake, thy pleafurc was to know 
 The forrows that it brought, and felt’fl: them too ; 
 
 O let me free, and I_will fpend thofe days, 
 
 Whiqh now 1 wafte in begging, in thy pra.ife, 
 
 ANSELM. 
 
Book 5’. 
 
 Emblems, 
 
 A N S E L M. in Protolog. cap. r. 
 
 O rntferahle cmditisn of mankind, that has lojl that for 
 rohich he was created! alas! what hath he lofi? andwha^ 
 hath ke found'? he hath loft happinefs for which he was madc^ 
 and found mifery for which he was not made : what is gone ? 
 and what is left? that thing is gone, without which he is un- 
 happy ; that thing is left, by which he u miferahle : O wretch- 
 ed men ! from whence are we expelled? to what are we in:- 
 peUed?'whence are we thrown ? and whither are we hurried ? 
 from our home into bani foment ; from the fight of God 
 into our own blindnefs ; from the pleafure of immortality to 
 the bitternefs of death : miferable change / from how great 
 a good, to how great an evil ! ah me! whathavelenter- 
 prifed? what have 1 done? whither did I go? whither ara 
 1 come ? 
 
 E P I G. 10* 
 
 Pauls midniglit-volce prevail’d ; his mutkk’s 
 Unhing’d the prifon* doors, fplit bolts in funder : 
 And fitt’ft thou here, and bang’d the feebie wing ? * 
 And whin’d to be enlarg’d? foul, learn to Eag.,- 
 
^Uems. 
 
 Book S' 
 
 XI. 
 
 PSALM 41. I. 
 
 As tk hart pmth after the mter-hrcoks, fi 
 fanteth wj fiul after thee, 0 God, 
 
 I 
 
 H Ow fliall my tongue exprefs that hallowM fire, 
 
 Which heav’n hath kindled in my ravifli’d heart? 
 What mufe.ftiall I invoke, that will infpUe 
 My lowly quill to aa a lofty part! 
 
 What art (hall I devife t* exprefs defire. 
 
 Too intricate to be exprefs d by arc t 
 Let all the nine be filent ; I refufe 
 Their aid in this high task ; tor they abuft 
 The fiames of love too much: aflift me, David s mule. 
 
 Not as the thirfty foil dc fires foft fhow’rs ^ 
 
 To quicken and refrelh her embryon gram ; 
 
 Nor as the drooping crefts of fading flow’rs 
 Requeft the bounty of a morning rain, 
 
 Do I defire my God: Thefe in few hours, 
 
 Re-wifh what late their wiihes did obtain; 
 
 But as the fwift-foot hart doth wounded fly 
 To th’ much defired ftreams, even fo do I 
 Pant after thee, my God, whom I muft find, or die. 
 
 Before 
 
2:9?, mlkms., B,ook 
 
 Before a pack of deep-mouth’d lufls I flee ; 
 
 O, they have fingled out my panting heart, 
 
 And wanton Cufid^ fitting in a tree, 
 
 Hath pierc’d my bofom with a flaming dart ; 
 
 My foul being fpent, fo/ refuge feeks to th-ee. 
 
 But cannot find where thou my refuge art: 
 
 Like as the fwift-foot hart doth wounded fly 
 To the defired flreams, ev’n fo doT 
 I»ant after tflee, my God,^ whom Lmufl find, or die. 
 
 4 
 
 At length by flight, I over-went the pack ; 
 
 Thou drew’ft the wanton dart from ourniy wound j, 
 
 The blood that follow’d, left a purple track, ' 
 
 Which brought a ferpenr, but in ft ape a hound | 
 
 We ftrove, he Kit me i but thou brakift his back, 
 
 I left him grov’ling on th’ envenom’d ground: 
 
 But as the ferpent-bitten hart doth fly 
 To the Jong long’dTor flreams, ev’n fo do I 
 Sant after thee, my, God, whom I.muft find, or.die. 
 
 If luft fliould chafe my foul, made fwjfc by fright, 
 Thou art the Crream, whereto my foul is bound • 
 Or if a j-v’iin wound my. fides in flight, 
 
 Thou ai"| the balfam chat muft, cure my wound..’ . ' 
 If poifon chance t’irifcft my foul in fight, 
 
 Thou art the treacle that muft make, nie found : 
 Ev’n a.s the wounded hart, embofl, doth fly 
 To th’ flreams exfreamly-iong’d.for, fb, do > 
 
 F:3nt aftfi.thec, jny.God,. whoniI,,niuft, find, or die 
 
Book 5*# Emblems* 
 
 S. CYRIL, lib. 5. In Job. cap. 10. 
 
 .0 precious roster, which quencheth the noifim thirfl of this 
 world, fcoureth aU the fiains of finners, that watereth the 
 earth of our fouls with heavenly poowers, and hringeth back 
 the thirjiy heart of man to his only God ! 
 
 S. AUGUST. Soliloq.sf. 
 
 0 fountain of life, and vein of living waters, when 
 1 leave this forfakest, ienpajjible, and dry, earth, and tajle, the 
 waters of thy fweetnefs, that I may behold thy virtue and thy 
 glory, 'and /lake my thirft with the ftrearns of thy mercy ! 
 Lord, I thirfl, thou art the fpring of life, fatisfi me: / 
 thirji, Lord) I tkirjl after thee the living God ! 
 
 > 
 
 EFX:G. ir. 
 
 The arroiv-fmkten hsttCj' fieep woinide'd, fifes. 
 
 To th’ fprings, with water in his weeping eyes: 
 Ueav’n is thy fpring : if Satan’s, fiery dart 
 ?i erce thy faint lidjis; do fa, iny wounded heart. 
 
Book y. Emhlems. 19 j 
 
 XII. 
 
 PSALM 41.1. 
 
 pall Icomt and appear before Godi 
 
 W Hat is my foul the better to be tin’d 
 
 With holy fire ? whac boots it to be coin’d 
 With heav’n’s ow»i ftamp? what ’vantage can there be 
 To fouls of heav’n-dcfcended pedigree, 
 
 More than to beads that grovel ? are not they 
 Fed by th’ Almighties hand ? and ev’ry day, 
 
 Fill’d with his bleflings too ? do they not fee 
 God in his creatures j as direfl: as we? 
 
 Do they not tafte thee ? hear thee ? nay, what fenfe 
 Is not partaker of thine excellence ? 
 
 What more do we ? alas! what ferves our reafon, 
 
 But, like dark lanterns, to accomplifti treafon 
 With greater clofenefs ? it affords no light, 
 
 Brings thee no nearer to our purblind fight: 
 
 No pleafure rifes up the lead degree, 
 
 Great €od, but in the clearer view of thee: 
 
 What priv’Iege more than fenfe hath reafon then? 
 What ’vantage is it to be born a man ? 
 
 How often hath my patience built, dear Lord, 
 
 Vain towr’s of hope upon thy gracious word ? 
 
 How often hath thy hope- reviving grace 
 Woo’d my fufpicious eyes to feek thy face? 
 
 How often have I fought thee ? O how long 
 Hath expeftation taught my perfect tongue ^ ^ 
 Repeated pray’rs, yet'pray’rs could^ ne’er obtailS.j' 
 
 In vain 1 feck thee, and I beg in vain ; 
 
294 Emhkmi. Book 5^ 
 
 f it ^ high prefuniptlon to behold 
 Thy face, why didft thou make mine eyes fo bold 
 To feek it? if that objeft be too bright 
 For man’s afpea, why did tl>y lips invite 
 Mine eye t’ expeft it ? if it might be feen, 
 
 Why is 4:his envious curtain drawn between 
 My darken’d eye^nd it? jD'tell me, tjrhy 
 Thou dofl- command the thing thou doft deny ? 
 
 Why dqft thou give me fo unpriz’d a tre.afme, 
 
 And then deny’ft ray greedy fouVtheipl-eafure > 
 
 To view my gift ? alas! that gift is void, 
 
 And is no gift, that may not be enjoy’d ; 
 
 If thofe refulgent beams of heav’n’s great light 
 Guild not the day, what is the day but night? 
 
 The dfowzy fiiepherd fleeps, flow’rs droop and fade; 
 The birds are fullen, and the beaft is fad-: 
 
 But if bright dart his golden ray, 
 
 And with hi,s riches glorifie the day. 
 
 The jolly fhepherd pipes ; flow’rs freflily fpring; . 
 
 The beafts grow gamefome, and the birds they flag, 
 Thou art my fan, great God ! O when lhalll 
 View the full beams of thy meridian eye ? 
 
 Draw, draw this fleflfly curtain, that denies 
 The gracious prefence of thy glorious eyes; 
 
 Or give me faith ; and by the eye oT grace, 
 
 I fliaJl behold thee, though not face to face. 
 
 &. august. 
 
Book 5'. 
 
 Emhlms. 
 
 
 S. AUGUST, in Pfal.39. 
 
 Who created all things is better than aU things ; tssho beau- 
 tified all things is more beautiful than all things ; reho made 
 Jlrength^ is fironger than all things : reho made great things 
 is greater than aU thingt : whatfoever thou lovsji, he is 
 that to thee ; learn to love the workman in his work, the 
 Creator in his creature : Let not that which was made by him 
 foffejs thee, lef thou Ufe him by whom thy felf was made, 
 
 S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 37. 
 
 O thou mofl fweet, mofi gracious, mofl amiable, pjoJI fair, 
 when fhall I fee theel when jhatt I be fatisfied with thy beau- 
 ty when wilt thou lead me from this dark dungeon, that I 
 may confefs thy name. 
 
 EPIG. 12. 
 
 How art thou fliaded in this veil of night, 
 Behind thy curtain flefh ? thou feeft no light, 
 But what thy pride doth challenge as her own ; 
 Thy is high: Soul, take this curtain down. 
 
Book 5r. 
 
 Emhkms^ 
 
 xiir. 
 
 PSALM SS.6. 
 
 0 that J had the wings of a dove, for then 
 1 would flic away and be at refi^ 
 
 t 
 
 A Nd am I fworn a dunghll-flave for ever 
 
 To eartli's bafe drudg’ry ? fhall I never find 
 A night of reft ? fhall my indentures never 
 Be cancelM? did injurious nature bind 
 My foul earth’s prentice, with no claufe to leave her ? 
 No day of freedom ? muft I ever grind? 
 
 O that I bad the pinions of a dove, 
 
 That I might quit my bands, and foar above, 
 
 And pour my juft complaints before the great Jehovtl 
 
 / 
 
 * 
 
 How happy are the doves, that have the powV 
 When e’er they pleafe, to fpread their airy wings! 
 Or cloud-dividing eagles that can tow’r^ 
 
 Above the fcent of thefe inferiour things ! 
 
 How happy is the lark, that ev’ry hour 
 Leaves earth, and then for joy mounts up and lings ! 
 Had my dull foul but wings as well as ^ey, 
 
 How I would fpring from earth, and clip away. 
 As wife A^raa did, and fcorn this ball of clay ! 
 
 O 
 

 Emlkms. 
 
 Book 5^1 
 
 3 
 
 O how my foul would fpiirbtiiis ball of day, 
 
 And loath the dainties of earth’s painful pleafure ! 
 
 O how I’d laugh ro fee men night and day 
 
 Turmoil to gain: that .cra;lhV they call their treafure 1 
 O how I’d fmile to fee what plots they lay 
 To catch a blail, or own a fmiie from C^efar! 
 
 H<}d J the pinions, of a. mounting ’dove, - • 
 
 How I would foar and ilng, and date r he, love' 
 
 Of tranfitory toys, and 'feed on joyMbnye I 
 
 4 
 
 There fliould I find rhateverlafiing pleafur^, fjiot; 
 Which change removes not, and which chance^ prevents 
 There -fliould I find that everlafling treafure, 
 
 Which force deprives not, fortune difaugments not 
 There fliould I find that everlafting Cafar^ 
 
 Whofe hand recalls net, and whofe heart repents notj‘ 
 Had I the pinions of a clipping dove, 
 
 How I would climb the skie-s, and hate the love 
 Of tranficory toys, and joy in things above ! 
 
 5; 
 
 No rank-mouth’d flander there fiiall give offence. 
 
 Or blaft 'our blooming names, as here they do j 
 Nodiyer-fcalding luft^^fkall there incenfe 
 Our boiling veins ; there is-iK) Cupid's bow : 
 
 Lord, give my foul the milk-white innocence 
 Of doves, and I fliall have their pinions too : 
 
 : Had I the pinions of a clipping dove, 
 
 How I would quit this earth, and foar above, 
 
 AfuJ heav’n’s blcfl kingdom find, with heavVs bleft King 
 
 . (Jekovel - 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 v, • wo 
 
Bb6k f.‘ Bmhlem. ipp 
 
 S. AUGUSiK in Pfal. 138. 
 
 xpings Jbould I dejtre, hut the troo preempts of love^ 
 m tohich the law, and the prophets depend 1 O if 1 could oh- 
 tarn thefe wings, I could fly from thy face to thy face, from 
 the face of thy Juflice^ to the face of thy mercy ; A t us find 
 thofe wings by love, which we ha^se loft by luft, 
 
 S. AUGUST. inPfaI.7(J. 
 
 Let as ea(l ofl whatfoever hindreth, entangleth, or burden- 
 eth oar flight, until we attain that which fatisfieth ; beyond 
 which nothing is-f beneath which all things are) of which 
 all things are. 
 
 £PIG. 13* 
 
 Tell me, my wlftilng foul, did’ft ever try 
 Uow faft the wings of red-croft faith can By ? 
 Why begg’ft thou then the pinions of a dove ? 
 Taith’s wings arc fwifcer, but the fwifteft, love, 
 4 
 

 Book f. 
 
 Emhlems. 
 
 . '.'v 
 
 KIV. 
 
 PSALM 84. i; 
 
 HsW amidhle are thy tabernacles, 0 God of 
 
 Hofis ! 
 
 A Ncient of days, to whom all times are Now, 
 Before whofe glory feraphims do bow 
 Their blufliing cheeks, and veil their blemifh’d faces, 
 That, uncontain’d, at once do’fl: fill all places ; 
 
 How glorious, O how far beyond the height 
 Of puzzled quills, or the obmfe conceit 
 Of flefh and blood, or the too flat reports 
 Of mortal tongues, are thy expreflefs courts! 
 
 Whofe glory to paint forth with greater art; 
 
 Ravifli my fancy, and infpire my heart ; 
 
 Exoufe my bold attempt, and pardon me 
 For fliewing fenfe, what faith alone flionld fee- 
 Ten rhoufand millions, and ten thoufand more 
 Of angel-meafur’d leagues, from th’ eaflern fhore 
 Of dungcor^earth, his glorious palace ftands, 
 
 Before whofe pearly gates ten thoufand bands 
 Of armed angels wait to entertain 
 Thofe purged fouls, for which the Iamb was flain j 
 Whofe guiltlefs death and voluntary yielding 
 Of whofe giv’n life, gave thebrave court her building 
 Ttie lukewarm blood of this dear lamb, being fpilt, 
 
 To rubies turn’d, whereof her pofts were built ; 
 
 And whar dropp’d down in a kind gelid gore, 
 
 Oid turn rich fapphires, and did pave her floor? 
 
 » . 
 
302 Emblems. Book 
 
 The brighter flames, that from his eye-balls ray’d, 
 Grew Chryfolites, whereof her walls were made: 
 
 The milder glances fparkled on the ground, 
 
 And groundfil’d ev’ry door with Diamond; 
 
 But dying, darted upwards, and did fix 
 A battlement of pureft Saifdonyx. 
 
 Her ftreets with burnifli’d gold are paved round, 
 
 Stars lie like pebbles fcatter’d on the ground: 
 
 ^earl mixt with Dnyx,, and the'Jafper ftbne; 
 
 Made gravel’d caufeways to be trampled on. 
 
 There lliines no fun by day, hb moon by night; 
 
 The palace glory is, the palace lights 
 There- is no time to meafure motion by, 
 
 There time is fwallow’d in eternity : 
 
 Wry-mouth’d difdain, and qorner.,hunt.ing lufl, 
 
 And twy-facd fraud, and beetle*brQ'Cv'’d diftruft, 
 
 Soul boilirg rage, and trouble-flate fedition, . \ 
 
 And giddy doubt, and goggle-e.y’d fufpicion, , ' < 
 And lump fii forrow'', and degen’rous. feaf,; U • 
 Are banilh’d thence, and death’s a ftranger there :.i ’ < ; 
 But fimple love, and fcmpiternal Joys ; ' 
 
 Whofe fweetnefs neither gluts, nor fulpefs^ cloys; - " 
 Where face to face our ravifli’d eye fhall fe$ r ' u:. ■ - 
 Great ELOHIM, that glorious One in Three, ; 
 And Three in One, and feeing him fhall blefs him^. , . 
 And blefiing, love him, and in love pofiefs him, ' () 
 Here flay, my fdul, and, ravifti’d in relation, - . o :> •;< 5 
 
 The words being fpent, fpend now ineontemplatioHr ' 
 
 I 
 
 GREG. 
 
30.3 
 
 
 EmUms, 
 
 S. GREG, in Pfal. 7. poenitent. 
 
 Svieet Jefutf the mrd of the father, the brightnefs of pam 
 ternal glory, whom angels delight to mew, teach me to do 
 thy wiU\ that led by thy good fpirit, I may come to that blefm 
 fed City, where day is eternal, where there is certain fecuri^ 
 ty, and feeure eternity, and eternal peace, and peaceful hapm 
 pinefs, and happy fweetnefs, and fweet pleafure ; where thou, 
 O God, with the Father and the Holy fpirit, livefi and reign^ 
 efi world without end. 
 
 Ibidem. 
 
 There is light without darknefs; 
 without pun-^'^“'“*‘ 
 loathing ; j 
 life without 
 
 without grief ; defire 
 without 
 f and 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 My foul, pry not too nearly ; the complexion 
 Of Sol's bright face is feen by the refleltion : 
 
 But would’ft thou know what" s heav’nPI’Jl tell thee whafj 
 Think whac thou canil not think, and h«av*n is that. 
 
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Book Emhkmu 
 
 XV. 
 
 er the’ young htirt upn* the mountains ef 
 fpices* 
 
 gferitle- lyranti -go ; thy flames do^fjlerce - . 
 
 My^fbul tod dee^ ; thy flames are tod too l^ce 
 My matrOW melts, my fainting fpirits fty i 
 r th’ torrid zone of thy meridian eye; ^ "i 
 Away, away, thy fweets are too perfuming: ' 
 
 Turn, turii' thy face, thy fires are toos confuming j ‘ 
 Haft hence, ajid let thy winged ftepsout-go; ; . 
 
 The frighted roe-buck, and hKiflying^roCrf^ V ' V 
 But wilt ttibtt^leav&i me then? O thoii,- tHapart’= 
 
 Life of my dying^heaitj;?. u 
 
 ■^ithourthe fwok^afpei^>afJwho&fair:e^^ ; ’ 
 
 My foul doth languitb, and her folace dies? 
 
 Art thou fo eas’Jy woo’d? fo apt to hear 
 The frantick language of my foolifli fear ? 
 
 Leave, leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; 
 Look, look upon me, though thine eyes o’ercome me, 
 
 0 how they wound ! but how my wounds content me! 
 How fweetly thefe delightful pains torment me ! 
 
 How am I tortur’d in exceflive meafure 
 
 Of pleaflng cruelties ! too cruel treafure ! 
 
 Turn, turn away, remove thy fcorching beams ; 
 
 1 lai^uiflr with thefe bitter-fweet extrcams: 
 
 O a 
 
 Haft 
 
 
^o6 :Emhkmu Book 5 . 
 
 Hafte then, and let thy winged fleps out* go 
 The flying roe-b6ck, and his frighted roe. 
 
 ‘ Turn back, my dear ; G Jet my ravifh’d eye 
 «Once more behold thy face before thou fly ; 
 
 What, fhall we part without a mutual kifs? 
 
 0 who can leave fo fy^eet a fa,ce as this? 
 
 Look full upon me ; for my foul defires 
 To turn a holy martyr in thofe fires: 
 
 O l^ave.me npt, nor turn thy beauty from me^ . . 
 Look, look upon me, tnotigb thy flames bVrcome me. 
 flf thou -becJ^d the fundCbine of thine eyeV 
 
 1 freeze to death ; and if it fiiine, I fry ^ 
 
 Which, like a fever, that my foul hath got, 
 
 Makes me to burn too cold, or freeze too hoi : 
 
 Alas ! I cannot bear fo fwcet a fmart, 
 
 Nor canftitfeOuhe lefs glorious than thc>u art. ^ 
 
 : . Haitle then, and let thy winged fleps out-go ' 
 
 The frighted rocfbuck, and, his flying roe ; 
 
 But go not far: beyond the reach of breath ; 
 
 Too large a diflance makes another death: 
 
 My youth is in her fpring ; autumnal vows 
 Will make me riper for fo fweet a fpoufe ; 
 
 When after.times have burnilh’d my defire, 
 ril fhocttheeflames for flames, and fire for fire. 
 
 O leave me not,, nor turn thy beauty from me| 
 Look, look upon me, though thy flamts o’ercome l^e. 
 
 Autor 
 
Fear not, O bride, nor defpair ; think not thy felf contemn-* 
 ed ij thy bridegroom withdraw his face a while: Ad things 
 comoperate for the befi: both from his abfence, and his pre* 
 fence thou gainef light : he cometh to thee, and he goeth from 
 thee i. he cometh, to make thee cenfotate ; he goeth, to wake 
 thee cautious, left thy abundant confelation puf thee up : he 
 cometh, that thy languijhing foul may be comforted ; he goeth, 
 left his familiarity jhould be contemned *, and being ahfent to 
 be more deftred ; and being defired, to be more earneftly 
 fought : and being long fought, to be mon accept ahly found. 
 
 EPIG. ij. 
 
 My foul, fin’s monfter, whom with greater eafis 
 Ten thoufand fold, thy God could make than pleafir, 
 What would’ft thou havcPnor pleas’d with fan, nor fhade? 
 Heav’n knows not what to make of what he made. 
 
 O 3 
 

 305 >: 
 
 The FAKE WELL. 
 
 , <ihee the crown Ufc^ 
 
 Believe ; ’Tis eafie to believe ; but what ? 
 
 That he whom thy hard heart hath wounded, 
 And,W;hom thy fcorn.hath fpit upon, 
 
 Hath paid tHy line, and hatht.compoimded ' 
 I'orthefe foul deeds thy hands b^ve done i 
 , Believe, that he whofe^ gentk* palms 
 
 Thy needle-pointed (ins have nail’d, 
 
 H^th born thy flayifli load ('of alms> 
 
 And mad$ lupply, where thou hail fail’d : 
 Did ever m-is’ry.,find fo ftrange relief?., i. . 
 
 It is a love too ftrangefor man’s belief.- r r 
 
 ; ■; .2 
 
 : ilelleve that he whdfe fide 
 Thy crimes have pierc’d with tHeir rebellions, dy’d 
 
 To fave thy guilty foul from dying 
 
 Ten thoufand horrid deaths,, from whence 
 There was no ’fcape, there was no flying, 
 
 . But through bis deareft blood’s expence : 
 .Believe, his dying friend requires 
 No other thank.sfor all bis pain, 
 
 But ev’n- the truth of weak defires, 
 
 And for his love, but love ^again i 
 Did ever misVy find fo true a friend ? 
 
 It is a love too vaft to comprehend. 
 
 ' r ^ - - 
 
 With floods of tears baptize 
 And drench thefe dry, th'efe unregen’rate eyes; 
 
 Lord 
 
Emllems, Book^,^ 
 
 Lord, whet my d'ulJ, my hlunt belief, 
 
 And break this fiefhly rock in funder, 
 
 That from this heart, .this helf of grief. 
 
 May fpring a heav’n of love and wonder : 
 
 0 if thy mercies will remove 
 And melt this lead'froin my belief. 
 
 My grief will then'refine my love, 
 
 My love will then refreih my grief; 
 
 Then weep, mine eyes, as he hath bled j vouchfafe 
 To drop for ev’ry drop an epitaph. 
 
 4 
 
 But is the crown of glory. 
 
 The wages of a lamentable ilory ? 
 
 Or can fo great a purchafe rife 
 
 From a fait humour ? can mine eyes 
 Run faft enough t’ obtain this prize? 
 
 If fb, Lord, who^s fo mad to die ? 
 
 Thy tears are trifles j thou mufl: do; 
 
 Alas! I cannot then endeavour : 
 
 1 will ; but will a tug- or two • ' - 
 Suffice the turn ? thou muft perfever : 
 
 rilftrive till death,; and fhaU my feeble flrife 
 Be crown’d ? I’ll crown it with a crown of life. 
 
 But is there fuch a dearth 
 That thou muft buy, what is thy due by birth ? 
 
 He whom thy hands did form pf duft. 
 
 And give him breath upon condition, 
 
 To love his great creatour; muft 
 He now be thine by cempofition ? 
 
 Art thou a gracious God arid mild, 
 
 Or head'ftrong man rebellious rather? 
 
 O, man’s a bafe rebellious child, 
 
 And thou a very gracious father: 
 
 The gift is thine ; we ftrive, thou crown’ft our ftrife 
 Thou giv’ft us faith; and faith a crown of life. , . 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 
The Mind »f the TtenHffittti 
 
 This bubblc*'s man : hope, fear, falfe joy and trouble 
 Are thofc four winds which daily tofs this bubble, 
 
 O 5 
 

 To the RTghi-Hdnpufiblr 
 
 Both ift B L 0 O D and V I R T U E, 
 
 'Aria 'Moft AccompUfli’d Lady, 
 
 M A R Y, 
 
 Countefs of T) OB^S ET^ 
 
 Lady Governefs to the Mofl: Illuftrious 
 
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 PR IN C E of G tE'A T BRITAIN, 
 
 ■ • / * / 
 
 ■ A-N'D" 
 
 
 1 5- 
 
 duke of rORK. 
 
 Excellent Lady, 
 
 I Prefent thefe Tapers to burn under the 
 Cafe Protemon of j/oiir Honourable Name^ 
 trhere, I prefume, they fandfecure from the 
 
 Damps of Ignorance, and Bkfls of Cenfire, 
 
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The Epiftle Dedicatorjr.’ 
 
 It is a fmall part of that abundant Service 
 Tchich my thankful Heart oweth your incom-^ 
 parable Goodnefs, Be pleafed to honour it 
 with your noble Acceptance^ which JhaU be 
 
 nothing but what your own efteem Jhall makg 
 it* 
 
 MADAM, 
 
 Your Ladyfliip's 
 . Moft Humble Servant, 
 
 Fra, SbarUsu 
 
Convivio addit MinervaL JE. B 
 
 To the READER. 
 
 I F you are fatisfied with my Emblems., I 
 here fet before you a fecond Service. 
 It is an Mgyptian Difh, drefs’d on the 
 EngUJh Fafliion : They, at their Feafts, 
 ufed to prefent a Death’s-Head at their 
 fecond Courfe : This will ferve for both. 
 You need not fear a Surfeit ; Here is but 
 little, and that light of Digeftion ; If it 
 but pleafe your Palate, I queftion not 
 your Stomach : Fall to, and much good 
 may it do you. 
 
 Rem^ Regem^ Regimen^ Reglonem^ ReUgionem^ 
 Exormfj esUhraty iaudat^ homraU 
 
PS L./ 
 
 Behold 1 VP AS fhapen in iniquity, And in fin 
 did my mother conceive me^ ;: . 
 
 M An Is mah’s S. C> There ’s none that qan . 
 
 Read God aright; irnleft hefirft fpeU niah : 
 Man is the flairs, whereby his knowledge climbs : 
 To his creatour, though ic oflentimes 
 Stumbles for want of light, and fombcimes trips 
 For want Of careful heed j and fometimes flips 
 Through unadvifed hafte ; and when at length 
 His weary fteps have reach’d the rop, his'flrdhgth 
 Oft fails to fland ; his giddy brains t'urn round, 
 
 And P^^tfta«*like, falls headlong to the ground: 
 Thefe flairs are often dark, and full of danger 
 To him, whom want of practice makes a ftranger 
 To this blind way, the lamp of nature lends 
 But a falfe light, and lights to her own ends. 
 
 Thefe be the ways to heav’n, thefe paths require 
 A light that fprings from that diviner fire, 
 
 Whofe human-foul- enlight’ning fun-beams dart 
 Through the bright crannies ofth’ immortal part. 
 And here, thou great original of light, 
 
 Whofe errour-chafing beams do unbenight 
 The very foul of darknefs, and untwifl 
 The clouds of ignorance, do thou aflifl 
 My feeble quill ; refleft thy facred rays 
 Upon thefe lines, that they may light the ways 
 That lead to thee; fo guide my heart, my hand. 
 That I may do what others underfland. 
 
 Let my heart praftife what my hand fliall write; 
 Till then, I am a Taper wanting light. 
 
 This 
 
3i8 Ukrpgljfk X 
 
 This golden precept, Know thy felf, came down 
 From heav’n’s high court ; it was an art unknown 
 To flefh and blood. The men of nature took 
 Great journies in it: Their dim eyes did look 
 But through the mift; like pilgrims, they did fpend 
 Their idle fteps, but knew no iournies end. 
 
 The way to know thy felf, is nrft to caft 
 Thy frail beginning, progrefs, and thy laft ; 
 
 This is the fum of man ; but now return 
 And view this taper (landing in this urn. 
 
 Behold her fubilance fordid and impure, 
 
 Ufelefs and vain, and (wanting light) obfcure ; 
 
 *Tis but a fpan at longed, nor can laft 
 Beyond that fpan ; ordain’d and made to wafte: 
 Ev’n fuch was man (before his foul gave light 
 To this vile fubftance) a meer child of night; 
 
 Ere he had life, eftated in his urn, 
 
 And markt for death ; by nature born to burn : 
 Thus lifelefs, lightlefs, worthlefs firft began 
 That glorious, that prefumpcuous thing, call’d man. 
 
 S, AUGUST. 
 
. I, 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 Cmjtd^r^ O man, x»hat thou wert before thy birth f and 
 vhai thou art from thy birth to thy death, and tahat thou 
 jhalt he after death ; thou vsert made of an impure fubfancgf 
 skathed and nomjbed in thy mother's ihod. 
 
 
 
 EPIG. I. 
 
 Forbear, fond taper : what thou feek’ft, « fire .•- 
 Thy own deftruftion’s lodgM in thy defire. 
 
 Thy wants arc far more fafe than their fupply.: 
 He that begins to live, begins to die. 
 
Bk 
 
 H- 
 
 311 
 
 G E N/ 1, , 3. 
 
 K! 
 
 - S c 
 
 ■ 'Goi [aldy let iMri yl^f, Ught i \ Md 
 there was li A V . l:-. /l = 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 T HIs flame-expe£liit,g taper: . 
 
 Received: fire,' and pow bfgjtps to burn; 
 
 It hath no vigour yel, itjhach jnp^jCirength ; , - 
 
 Apt CO be puftand queneht at e^’ry turn: 
 
 It was a gracious hand that thus endow’d (fliroud 
 This fnufF with flame : but, rnark, this hand doth 
 It felf &om mortal eyes, and folds it in a cloud.-, , . 
 
 2 
 
 Thus man begins to live. An unknown flahie; ; .'t- 
 Quickens his finifli’d organs^ now poflefi. ^ 
 
 With motion ; and which motion doth prpclairfl ; 
 
 An aftivc foul, though in a J^^esble bread 
 But how, and when infus’d, ask not »my p^n 5 
 Here flies a cloud before the eyes of men : 
 
 I cannot tell thee how, nor canft thou tell me when. 
 
 ■1 
 
 Was it a parcel dt cbleftiil fire, ’ " ; ‘ ; ' 
 
 Infus’d by heav’ii into this flelhly mould? 
 Or w-as iC (chinkyoud wade a foiil entire? 
 Then, was it rieW creafed ? or (^f old ? 
 
 Or is’c a propagated ipark,' rak’d out ' ■ 
 
 ^ Prom 'nature’s embers? while we go about 
 By reafon to refolve, the more we raife a doubt. 
 
 - N, j,- - ■-> ' , j 
 
 If 
 
4 
 
 If it be part of that eeleftial flame, 
 
 It muft be cv’n as pure, as free from fpot. 
 
 As that eternal fountain whenpe it earner : 
 
 IF pure and ipotkfs, then whence came the blot? 
 
 It felf being p«re, could not it felf defile; 
 
 Nor hath unaftive matter pow’r to foil 
 Her pure and a£live form, as jars corrupt their oil. 
 
 S' 
 
 Or if it were created, tell me when ? 
 
 If in the fir'ft fix days, where kept till now ? 
 
 Or if thy foiil were new-created, then 
 , Heav’n did not all, at firft, he bad to do : 
 
 Six days expired, all creation ceaft ; 
 
 All kindsr ev’n from the greateft to the leafl, 
 
 Were finiftxt and compleat before the day of reft. 
 
 6 
 
 But why fhould man, the Lord of creatures, want 
 That privilege which plants and beafts obtain ? 
 
 Beafts bring forth beafts, the plant a perfefl: plant ; 
 
 And ev’ry like brings forth her like again ; 
 
 Shall fowls and fifties, beafts and plants convey 
 Life to their ifiue, and man lefs than they ? 
 
 Shall thefe get living fouls, and man dead lumps of clay ? 
 
 7 
 
 Muft human fouls be generated then ? ^ 
 
 My water ebbs ; behold, a; rock is nigh : • ? 
 
 If nature’s work produce the fouls of men, 
 
 Man’s foul is mortal : aft that’s born muft die. 
 
 What {hall we then conclude? what fun-lhine will 
 Difperfe this gloomy cloud ? till then, be ftili, 
 
 My vainly ftriying thoughts ;lie down,^y ^u,z^I?d; quill. 
 
 , f - • 
 
 ISIDOR. 
 
ISIDOR. 
 
 Wh]l doji thiu mnder^ O fnan^ at the height of the fart, 
 or the depth of the fea ; enter into thine own foul^ and mn* 
 der there. 
 
 Thy foul by creation is infufedf by infujionj created. 
 
 t 
 
 
 EPIC. 2. 
 
 What art thou now the better by this flame } 
 
 Thou know’ft not how, nor when, nor whence it came; 
 Poor kind of happinefs ! that can return 
 No more account but this, to fay, 1 burn. 
 
PSALM 103^1 ' 
 
 7h Mdiy is gcns.^' 
 
 M^i - 'vi[.'-rnl , . ^ ,:y 
 
 
 
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 .■■ 70 U 0 I ■:. 
 
 
 ,-**».> ui ii'. ^ 
 V;.i ,'* ‘ V j 
 
 N O fooner is this lighted. taper fee 
 - Upon the tranfitdry ftage ' 
 
 Of eye-bedark*ning night, 
 
 But it is ftraight fubjefVed td the tKteat \ ^ 
 
 Of "devious widdij, v^hpief ie^fteful ra^b ' 1 
 Difturbs her peaceful lightj,' ' ^ j'fbright. 
 
 And makes her fubftance wafie^ and piakw; fl^&s le^s 
 
 No foonefiire we bprn, no* fodoer conie . * 
 
 To take pofTefliotf of this - *00 t - 
 This foul-affljfbing eartbj ‘ ^ 
 
 But danger hifeetS^tis*^t%e Vefry yrbipb,‘^''''‘‘'’d - 
 And forrow with he/^flriliiijouiMblall’'> hoA 
 Salutes onr painfiii^lhn^/3'"^^” ' “'*“3 fliiV/ 
 
 To put'Jht'ali tmr foysP affd plrif dut allMfniirifr.’*^' 
 
 I -f .*» 
 
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 i 
 
 Nor infant innocence/ notichlldiSi tearsisiri l . - o 
 Nor youthfuhwitjffcbr timnly -pbwir,- 7 f 
 Notripoiidtsfc OW. 3 ^;, CoHd ;; :l: 
 
 Nor virgins plead^rtg^^npr th£-widowlpray;’«S^ i-Ii 
 Nor lowly cell, nor lofty; tow’r^f;-} . v ol - 
 Nor pxihee, nor peer, nor page, : J r : ; 
 
 Can Tcape this common blaft, or curb her ftormy rage 
 
 * Ou 
 
4 
 
 Our life is but> pilgtimage of blsfts, 
 
 And ev’ry b’laft brings forth a fear; 
 
 And ev’ry fear, a death ; 
 
 The in we it lengthens, ah I nifi^re it waftes } v 
 
 Were, were we to continue hero ■ 
 
 The days of long-Hv*d Set^, 
 
 Our forrows would renew, as we renew our breath. 
 
 Toft CO and fro, our frighted thoughts are. driv’n . 
 With ev’ry puff, with ev’ry tide , . 
 
 Of life-confuming care, ; 
 
 Our peaceful flame, that would poinfup to hoftv^n, 
 
 Is ftill difturb’d, and,turn!U afide ; 
 
 And ev’ry blaft of air ^ 
 
 Commits fuch waff e in man as man cannot repair. 
 
 W’ are all born debtors, and we firmly ftand 
 Oblig’d for our firff parents debt, 
 
 Befldes our intereft ; > , ; 
 
 Alas! we have no barmlefs c,ountCT«bond : . r 
 
 And we are cv’ry hour befet 
 
 With threat’nings of arreft, . ; 
 
 And till we pay the debt, we can exjfcfl no reft. 
 
 7 
 
 What may this forrow-fhaken life prefent 
 
 To the faife f efifh of our tafte 
 That’s worth the name of fweet ? 
 
 Her minutes pleafure’s choak’d with difcontent, 
 
 Her glory foil’d with ev’ry blaft } 
 
 How many dangers meet ^ ^ ^ ^ 
 
 Poor man betwixt the biggin and the winding IhecU 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 I 
 
HicYogljfh. Ill* 3^7 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 In this mrU, mt to he ^rievedf not ti he affliHed, mt it 
 he in danger ^ is impo^hle. 
 
 Ibidem. 
 
 Behold, the world is full of trouble, yet Beloved : what if 
 it were a f leafing worlds how would' Ji thou delight in her 
 ealmti that eanji fo wed endure her forms ? 
 
 4 
 
 EPIG. 3- 
 
 Art thou confum’d with foul-affliding croffes ? 
 Difturb’d with grief? annoy’d with worldly Ioffes? 
 Hold up thy head ; the taper lifted high, 
 
 Will brook the wind, when lower tapers die^ 
 
 P 
 
meregtypk IV. 
 MATTHEW 9. 1%: 
 
 The whole need not the fhjfician, 
 
 I 
 
 A Lways pruning, always cropping ? 
 
 Is her brighcnefs ftill obfcur’d? 
 
 Ever drefUng, ever topping? 
 
 Always curing, never cur’d ? 
 
 Too much fnuffing makes a wafte 5 
 When the fpirits fpend too faft, 
 
 They will flirink at ev’ry blaft. 
 
 i 
 
 You that always are bellowing 
 Coftly pains in life repairing# 
 
 Are but always overthrowing 
 Nature’s work by over-caring r 
 Nature meeting with her fo, 
 
 In a work flie hath to do, 
 
 Takes a pride to over-throw. 
 
 % 
 
 3 
 
 Nature knows her own perfeftion. 
 
 And her pride difdaiiis a tutor. 
 
 Cannot ftoop to art’s jcorreQrion, 
 
 And file {corns a co-adjutor. 
 
 Saucy art ihould not appear 
 Till {he whifper'in herear^ 
 
 Hagar flees, if ^arah bear. 
 
 Nature worketh for the better, 
 
 If not hinder’d that fhe cannot; 
 
 Art {lands by as her abetter. 
 
 Ending nothing fhe began not; 
 
 If diftemper chance to feize 
 • Nature foil’d with the difeafe. 
 
 Art may help her if fhe picafe. 
 
 P i Bert 
 
I^erogtyfk IV. 
 
 But to make a trade of trying ' 
 
 Drugs and dofes, always pruning, 
 
 • Is to die for fear of dying j 
 
 He *s untun’d, tha|,’s always tuning. 
 
 He that often loves to lack 
 Dear-bought drugs, hath found a knack 
 To foil the man, and feed the quack- 
 
 6 
 
 (D tke fad, the frail condition 
 Of the pride of nature’s glory ! 
 
 How infirm his compofition. 
 
 And at beft how tranfitory ! 
 
 When this riot doth impair 
 Nature’s weaknefs, then his care 
 Adds more ruin by repair. 
 
 Hold thy hand, health’s dear maintairter. 
 Life perchance may burn the ftronger ; 
 Having fubfiance to fuftaih her. 
 
 She untouch’d, may laft the longer: 
 When the arrift goes about, 
 
 To redrels her flame, I doubt. 
 Oftentimes he fnuifs it out. 
 
 I 
 
 NICOCLES 
 
NICOCLES. 
 
 I^hyjtcianf of aU men are moji happy ; what good fucceft 
 fiever they have, the world proclaimeth ^ and what faults 
 they commit, the earth covsreth. 
 
 EPIG. 4. 
 
 My purfe being heavy, if my light appear 
 But dim, quack comes to make all clears 
 Quack, leave thy trade ; thy dealings arc not right, 
 Thou tak’fl: our weighty gold to give us light. 
 
 P 3 
 
Hkngljfk V» 
 
331 
 
 Hici^ogljfh, V*' 
 
 PSALM 91. ir. 
 
 And he mil give his angels charge over theti 
 
 1 
 
 O H0W mine eyes could pleafe themfelveSjand fpend 
 Perpetual ages in this precious fight ! 
 
 Ho w I could woo eternity, to lend 
 My wafting day, an antidote for night! 
 
 And how my flefli could with my flelh contend, * 
 That views this obje£l with no more delight ! 
 
 My work is great, my taper fpends too faft ; 
 
 ’Tis all I have, and foon would out or wafte, 
 
 Did not this blefted fcreen prote£l it from this, hlaft. 
 
 2 
 
 O, Ih ave loft the jewel of my foul, 
 
 And I muft find it out, or I muft die : 
 
 Alas ! my fin«made darknefs doth controul 
 The bright endeavour of my careful eye : 
 
 I muft go fearch and ranfack ev’ry hole ; 
 
 Nor have I other light to feck it by : 
 
 O if this light be fpent, my work not (Tone, 
 
 My labour’s worfe than loft ; my jewel’s gone, 
 And I am quite forlorn, and I am quite undone. 
 
 3 
 
 You blefted angels, you that do enjoy 
 The full fruition of eternal glory. 
 
 Will you be pleas'd to fancy fuch a toy 
 As man, and quit your glorious territory^ 
 
 And ftoop to earth, vouchlafing to employ 
 
 Your care to guard the duft that lies before ye ? 
 Difdain you not thefe lumps of dying clay, 
 
 That for your pains do oftentimes repay 
 Negleft, if not difdain, and fend you griev’d away? 
 
 P 4 This 
 
334 
 
 Htmglj^k V, 
 
 4 
 
 This taper of our lives, that once was plac’d 
 In th« fair fuburbs of eternity. 
 
 Is now, alas I confin’d to ev’ry blaft, 
 
 And turn’d a may-pole for thefporting flyj 
 And will you, facred fpirits, pleafe to caft 
 Your care on us, and lend a gracious eye? 
 
 How had this flender inch of taper been 
 Blafied and blai’d, had not this heav’nly fcreen 
 Curb’d the proud blaft, and timely ftept between ! 
 
 5 
 
 O goodnefs, far tranfeending the report 
 
 Ofl avilh tongues! too vaft to comprehend ! 
 Amazed quill, how far doll: thou come Ihorc 
 T’ exprefs exprtflions that fo far iranfcend! 
 
 You bleffed courtiers of th’ eternal court, 
 
 Whofe full-mouth’d hallelujahs have no end, 
 Receive that world of praifes that belongs 
 To your great fov’reign ; fill your holy tongues 
 With our hofanna’s mix’d with your feraphick fongs. 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
Ti 
 
 33S 
 
 V. 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 If thou dejlrefi the help of angels, fly the comforts of the 
 world, and refiji the temptations of the devil. 
 
 He will give his angels charge over thee. O what revc* 
 rence, what love, what confidence deferveth fo Jweet a fay» 
 ivg ? for their prefence, reverence i for their good will, love ^ 
 for their tuition, confldema. 
 
 E P I G. 5 . 
 
 My flame, art thou diftgrb’d, difeas’d and driv’n 
 To death with ftorms of grief? point thou to heav’rt I 
 One angel there (hall eafe thee more alone, 
 
 Than thrice as many thoufands of thy own* 
 
 P 5 
 
33 ^. Hkngljfh, yi. 
 
 ^tmpiLs 
 
 

 
 Hieroglyph*- VJ. 
 
 ECCLESIASTES 3. 
 
 %o every thing there is an appointed tins 
 
 Time' 
 
 Time, Death. 
 
 Ehold the frailty of this (lender fnuiF 
 „ j Alas! it hath not long to lafl: ; 
 
 Without the help of either thief or puff, 
 
 Her weaknefs knows the way to wafte ? , 
 Nature hath made her fubftance apt enough. 
 
 To fpend it felf, and fpend too fall i 
 It needs the help'of none 
 That is fo prone 
 
 To lavifli out untouch’d^ . and languifii'all alone. 
 
 Death. Time, hold thy peace,- and fiiafeethy flow-paold 
 Thine idle minutes make no way : (fand 
 
 Thy glafs exceeds her hour, or elfe doth (land 
 I cannot hold, I cannot ftay. 
 
 Surceafe thy pleading, and enlarge my hand, 
 
 I forfeit with too long delay: ^ 
 
 This brisk, this boldTac’d, light ■ 
 
 Doth burn too bright ; , 
 
 D^rkiiefs adorns my throne, my day is darkefl nigh^ 
 
 Time. Great prince of darknefs hold thy needlefs hand j 
 Thy captive’s fall: and cannot flee : 
 
 What arm can refcue? who can countermand > 
 What pow’r can fct thy pris’n;er free ? 
 
 Or if they could, what clofe, what foreign land 
 Can hide that head that flees from thee ? 
 
 Bur if her harmlefs light 
 
 Offend thy fight, 
 
 fat night- ? 
 
 What need'fE thou faatch atnoon,what will be thine 
 
338 
 
 4 
 
 Death. I have out-ftaid my patience ; my quick trade 
 Grows dull and makes too flow return : 
 
 This long-Iiv’d debt is due, and Ihould been paid 
 When firfi: her flame began to burn : 
 
 ^ But I have flaid too long, I have delay’d 
 To ftore my vaft, my craving urn. 
 
 My patient gives me pow’r 
 ^ Each day, each hour, (towV. 
 
 To ftrike the peafant’s thatch, and fliake the princely 
 
 5 
 
 time. Thou wunt’ft too fall : thy patient gives no pow* 
 Till Time ftiall pleafe to fay, Amen. (hour 
 Death. Canft thou appoint my fliaft ? Time. Or thou my 
 Death. *Tis I bid, do. Time. ’Tis I bid, when ; 
 
 Alas ! thou canfl not make the pooreft flow’r 
 To hang the drooping head till then ; 
 
 Thy fhafcs can neither kill, 
 
 Nor ftrike, until (’will. 
 
 My power gives them wings, and pleafurc arras thy 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 
Hterogljfh. VI. jjp 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 Thou knoweft n^at time he will came : wait alwayt, 
 that be-caufe thm kneweft not the time of his comings thou 
 tnayefl be prepared againfi the time he cometh. And for this 
 perchance, thou knowefi not the time, becaufe thou mayef he 
 prepared againji aU timet. 
 
 EPIG. 6. 
 
 £xpe£i:, but fear not death : death cannot kill, 
 
 Till time, (chat firft muft fcal her patent) will J 
 Would’ft thou live long? keep time in high efteen) 5 
 Whom gone, if thou canft not recall, i cdeem. 
 
34 * 
 
 \ 
 
 JOB i8. 6.' 
 
 His light Jhall h€ dark, and his candle jhdi 
 
 he put out. 
 
 1 ■ 
 
 \ if »7Hat ails our taper ? is her luflre Med, 
 
 W Or foil’d? what dire difafter bred 
 This change, that thus (he veils her golden head ? 
 
 2 ■ 
 
 It was but very now Ihe fliin’d as fair 
 AsF«»«/ftar f her glory might compare ^ 
 
 With Cynthia, burnifti’d with her brother’s hair. 
 
 3 / ' 
 
 There was no cave-begotten damp that mought 
 Abufe her beams; no wind that went about 
 To break her peace ; no puff to put her out. 
 
 4 . - 
 
 Lift up thy wpnd’ring thoughts, and thoii ihalt fpy 
 A caufe will clear thy doubts, but cloud thine eye: 
 SubjeSls muft veil, when as their fov’reign’s by. 
 
 ,5 
 
 Canft thou behold bright Phcehus, and thy fight 
 No whit -impair’d ? the objefb is too bright ; 
 
 The weaker yields unto the ftrongcr light. 
 
 6 
 
 Great God, l am thy taper, thou my fun ; 
 
 From thee, th« fpring of light, my light begun; 
 Yet if thy light but ihine,. ray light is done. 
 
 7 
 
 If thou withdraw thy light, my light will fhine, , , 
 If thine appear, how poor a light is mine ? 
 
 My light is darknefs if .compar’d to thine. 
 
 Thy, 
 
34*- Hieroglyph. VII. 
 
 s 
 
 Thy fun'beatns are too ftrong for my weak eye • 
 
 If thou but fliine, how nothing, Lord, am I * * 
 
 Ah ! who can fee thy vifagc and not die ? 
 
 9 
 
 If intervening earth fliould make a night, 
 
 My wanton flame would then fliine forth too bright; 
 My earth would ev’n prefume t’ eclipfe thy light. 
 
 10 
 
 And if thy light be fliadow’d, and mine fade, 
 
 If thine be dark, and my dark light decay’d, 
 
 I fliould be cloathed with a double ftiade. 
 
 ir 
 
 What fliall I do ? O what fliall I defire ? 
 
 What help can my diftrafted thoughts require, 
 
 That thus am wafted ’rwixt a double fire ? 
 
 In what a ftrair, in what a ftrait am I? 
 
 ’Twlxt two extreams how my rackt fortunes lie? 
 
 See I thy face, or fee it not, I die. 
 
 O let the fteams of my redeemer’s blood, 
 
 That breaths from my fick foul, be made a cloud, 
 
 To incerpofe thefe lights, and be my fliroud. 
 
 14 
 
 Lord, what am I ? or what’s the light I have ? 
 
 May it but light my alhes to their grave, 
 
 And fo from thence to thee ; ’tis all I crave. 
 
 J5 
 
 O make my light, that all the world may fee 
 Thy glory by ’t : if not, it feems to me 
 Honour enough to be put out by thee. 
 
343 
 
 Hierogljfh, VII. 
 
 O light inaecefihle, in refpeB of which my light is utter 
 darhefs ; fi refieB upon my weaknefs, that all the world may 
 behold thy flrength : O majefiy incomprehenfibh, in refpeB of 
 which my glory is mere fhame : fi Jhine upon my mifiry that 
 aU the world may behold thy glory. 
 
 EPIG. 7- 
 
 Wilt thou complain, becaufe thou art bereav’n ^ 
 Of all thy light ? wilt thou vie lights with heav n? 
 Can thy bright eye not brook the daily light? 
 
 Take heed : I fear thou art a child of night. 
 
34 ? 
 
 Hkregl^fh. VllL 
 
 MATTHEW 5. 16. 
 
 Let your light [0 jhine, that mn feeing your 
 good works may glorify your father which 
 is irt heaven. 
 
 I 
 
 W As it for this, the breath of heav’n was blown 
 Into the noftrils of this heav’nly creature? 
 
 Was it for this, that facred Three in One 
 Confpir’d to make this quintelTence of nature ? 
 
 Did heav’nly prov’dence intend 
 So rare a fabrick for fo poor an end ? 
 
 2 
 
 Was man, the higheft mafter-piece of nature^ 
 
 The curious abftraQ: of the whole creation, 
 
 ,Whofe foul was copied from his great creator, 
 
 Made to give light, and fet for obfervation, 
 
 Ordain’d for this ? to fpend his light 
 In a dark-lantern cloifter’d up in night? 
 
 3 ^ , 
 
 Tell me, reclufe monaftick, can It be 
 A difadvantage to thy beanis to fhine? 
 
 A thoufand tapers may gain light frorn thee : 
 
 Is thy light left or worfe for light’ning mine? 
 
 If wanting light, I ftumble, lhall 
 Thy darkneft not be guilty of my fall ? 
 
 4 
 
 Why dofl: thou lurk fo clofe ?^ is It for fear 
 Some bufy eye ftiould pry into thy flamCj 
 And fpy a thief, or elfe fome blemifh. there 
 
 Or being fpy’d, flirink’ft thou thy head for ihame ? 
 Come, come, fond taper, fliine but clear, 
 
 Thou need’ft not ftirink for Ihame, nor fhroud for fear. 
 
 Remem'? 
 
34 « 
 
 Hknglyfh. VIII. 
 
 5 
 
 Remember, O remember, thou wert fet 
 For men to fee the great creator by ; 
 
 Thy flame is not thine own : it is a debt 
 
 Thou ow’fl thy Mafler. And wilt thou deny 
 To pay the intVefl: of thy light ? 
 
 And skulk in corners, and play Icaft in fight? 
 
 6 
 
 Art thou afraid to frufi thy eafy flame 
 To the injurious waft of fortune’s puff? 
 
 Ah! coward, rouze, and qpit thy felf for fliame; 
 Who dies in fervice, hath liv’d long enough: 
 Who fliines, and makes no eye partaker, 
 
 Ufurps himfsif, andcloiely robs his maker*.. 
 
 7 
 
 Make not thy felf a pris’her, that art free : 
 
 Why doft thou turn thy palace to a jail? 
 
 Thou art an eagle: and befits it thee 
 To live immured like a cloyfter’d fnail ? 
 
 Let toys feek corners ; things of coft 
 Gam worth by. view: hid jewels are but loft. 
 
 8 
 
 My God, my light Is dark enough at lighteft, 
 
 ^ Encreafe her flame, and give her ftrength to fliine : 
 Tis frail at beft ; ’tis dim enough at brighteft ; 
 
 But *tis his glory to be foil’d by thine : 
 
 Let others lurk^ my light ftiall be 
 
 Propos’d to all men j .and by them to thee. 
 
 S..BERN. 
 
HieroglyfL VIII 
 
 347 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 If thou be one of the foolijh •virgins, the congregation is 
 neeepry for thee ; if thou be one of the mfe •virgins^ thou 
 art necefary for the congregation. 
 
 HUGO. 
 
 Monafiieks make ^oyflers to inclofe the outmr)! man t O 
 muld to God they muld do the like to refrain the inward 
 
 matt. 
 
 EPIG. 8. 
 
 Afraid of eyes? what, ftill play leaft in fight? 
 ’Tis much to be prefum’d all is not right : 
 Too clofe endeavours bring forth dark events: 
 Come forth, monaftick j here’s no parliaments. 
 
JOB 
 
 He Cometh forth like a 
 
 How ftiorr a fpan 
 Was long enough of old 
 To meafurc out the life of man; 
 
 In thofe well temper’d days ! his time was then 
 Survcy’djcaft upland found but threefcore years and ten. 
 
 Mas 
 
 And what is that ? 
 
 They come, and Aide, and pals, 
 
 Before my pen can tell thee what. 
 
 The ports of time are fwifr, which having run 
 Their fev’n fliort ftages o’er ,their fliortrliv’d task is don€. 
 
 . i ? , Our day t 
 
 Begun we lend 
 To fleep, to antick plays 
 And toys, until the fir ft ftage end : 
 
 12 warning moons, twice y times told, we give 
 To unrecover’d lois: we rather breath than live. 
 
 .i-f- f ■'We fiend . ■ ;■> . *• 
 
 A ten years breath 
 Before we apprehend 
 What ’tis to live or fear a death : 
 
 Our childilh dreams are fill’d with painted joys, 
 Which pleafe our fenfe a while, and waking, prove but 
 
 (toys* 
 
 4 
 
 How 
 
 (if 
 
 if 
 
 p 
 
HkrogljfL IX. 
 
 35:0 
 
 How njain, 
 
 How wretched is 
 Poor man, that doth remain 
 A flave to fuch a ftate as this! 
 
 His days are fhort, at longeft j few, at moil: 
 They are but bad, at beft j yet lavifh’d out, or lofl: 
 
 6 
 
 liny he 
 
 The fecret fprings 
 That make our minutes flee 
 On wheels more fwift than eagles wings: 
 
 Our life *s a clock, and cv’ry gafp of breath ^ 
 Breaths forth a warning grief, till time (hall ilrike a 
 
 (death. 
 
 1 
 
 How foon 
 
 Our new-born Kght 
 Attains to full ag’d noon ! 
 
 And this, how foon to grey- hair’d night ! 
 
 We fpring, we bud, we blollbm, and we blafi: 
 Ere we can count our days, eur days they flee fo fail. 
 
 8 
 
 They end 
 
 When fcarce begun f 
 And ere we apprehend 
 That we begin to live, our life is done i 
 Man, count thy days j and if they fly too faft 
 Pot thy dull thoughts to count, count ev’ry day the laft. 
 
Hkroglyfh, IX. 351 
 
 Our infancy if conjumed in eating and feeping; in ad which 
 time what differ we from heafls, hut by a poffibility of reafoitf 
 and a neceffity of Jin ? 
 
 O mifery of mankind, in whom no fooner the image of God 
 appear eth in the a£i of his reafon, but the devil blurs it in 
 the corruption of his will I 
 
 EPIG. 9* 
 
 To the decrepit rndn^ 
 
 Thus was the firfl: feventh part of thy few days 
 Confum'd in fleep, in food, in toyilh plays ; 
 Know’ll thou what tears thine eyes imparted thent 
 Review thy lofs, and weep them o’er ages, 
 
fJlienglyfk X. 3 
 
 JOB ao. II. 
 
 fits hones are full of the fins of his youth. 
 
 1 
 
 T He fwlft-foot poft of time hath now begun 
 His fecond ftage ; 
 
 The dawning of our age 
 Is loft and fpent without a fun : 
 
 The light of reafon did not yet appear 
 Within th’ horizon of this hemHphere. 
 
 The infant will 4iad yet no other guide 
 But twilighrfenfe ; 
 
 And what is gain’d from thence, 
 
 But doubtful fteps that tread afide ? 
 
 Reafon now draws her curtains; her cIosM eyes 
 Begin to open, and Ihe calls to rife. 
 
 Youth’s no w-difcbllng buds peep out, and&e^^ 
 Her n^ril head ; 
 
 And, from her grafs-green bed, 
 
 Her virgin primrofe early blows ; 
 
 Whilft waking Philomel prepares to fing 
 Her warbling fonnets to the wanton fpring. 
 
 4 
 
 His ftage is pleafant, and the way feems Ihorf, 
 All ftrew’d with flow’rs ; 
 
 The days appear but hours 
 Being fpent in time-beguiling fport. 
 
 ‘ Her griefs do neither prefs, nor doubts perplex ; 
 Here’s neither fear to curb, nor care to vex. 
 
 ' O Q » 
 
3H 
 
 Hkrogljfk X. 
 
 5 
 
 His downy cheeks grow proiid, and now dlfdains 
 The tutor’s hand ; 
 
 He glories to command 
 The proud«neck*d fteed with prouder relnr: 
 
 The ftrong-breath’d horn muft now falute his ear 
 With the glad downfal of the falling deer. 
 
 6 
 
 ’His quack* nos’d army, with their deep-mouth’d foundSi 
 Muft now prepare 
 To chafe the tim’rous hare. 
 
 About his yet unmorfgag’d grounds | 
 
 The ill he hates, is counfel and delay ; 
 
 ' And fears no mifehief but a rainy day. 
 
 7 
 
 The thought he takes, is how to take no thought 
 For bale nor blifs ; 
 
 And late repentance is 
 The laft dear pen’ worth that he bought; 
 
 He is a dainty morning, and he may, 
 
 -If luft o’ercaft him not, be’ as fair a day. 
 
 8 
 
 Proud bloffom, ufe thy time : time’s headftrong horle 
 Will poft away. 
 
 Truft not the foll’wing day, 
 
 For ev’ry day brings forth a worfe^ 
 
 Take time at beft : believe’t, thy days will fall 
 From good co bad, from bad to worft of all. 
 
 S. AMBROS. 
 
Hiercglyffi. X. 
 
 S. AMBROS. 
 
 tJamitSty is a rare thing in a joung many therefore to he 
 aimired : sohen youth is 'vigorous, when firength is firm, when 
 hloed is hoe, when cares are grangers, when mirth it freSf 
 then pride fweSethf and humility is defpifedt 
 
 EPIG. 10. 
 
 To the old mm. 
 
 Thy years are newly grey, his newly green 
 His youth may live to fee what thine hathfeen* 
 He is thy parallel : his prefent ftage 
 And thine are the two tropicks of man’s age* 
 
 Qj 
 
t^troglyfh. XU 
 
 3*5 r 
 
 ECCLESIASTES ii. 9. 
 
 Eijcice^ 0 young want and let thy heart cheer 
 thee^ but'know^ 
 
 H Ow flux, howalfcrable is the date 
 Of tranfitory things!' 
 
 How hurry*d on the clipping wings 
 Of time, and driv*h*4ipon the wheels of fate I ^ 
 
 How one condition brings 
 The leading prolo^e to another flate ! 
 
 No tranfltory things can laft : ^ . 
 
 Change waits on time, and time is wing d with hafief' 
 Time prefent’s but the ruin of time paft . 
 
 3 
 
 Behbld’ihow change bath inch’d away thy fpan 5 
 And how thy light doth burn 
 Nearer and aiearer to thine urn. 
 
 Bor this dear waile-what 6 tisfa£lion can ; 
 
 Injurious time return ^ 
 
 Thy (horten’d days, but this, the ftyle of man ? 
 
 And what’s a man ? a cask of care, 
 
 New tunn’d and working: he’s a middle 
 ’Twixt birth andidcath ; a blaft of full-ag dair^ 
 
 5 
 
 His breaft is tinder, apt to entertain 
 The fparks of CupitCs fire, 
 
 Whofe new-blown flames muft how- enquire 
 A wanton julep our, which may reftrain 
 The rage of his defire, 
 
 Whofe painful plealure is but plcafing pain : 
 His life’s a ficknefs that doth rife 
 
 . 1 • . rtT— — 
 
 tiis arc s a iitsiicis iu«t ^ i* 
 
 From’ a- hot liver, whilft his paflion lies 
 Expecting cordials from hi^miftrels eyes*. 
 
 ■PM 
 
 
 
 
 
 ^4? 
 
 P- 4 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 .7 
 
 
 
 
 
3SS 
 
 Mert^lyfk XI. 
 
 4 
 
 His ftage is ftrow’d wif h thorns, and decJt’d with flow’rs. 
 His year fometirties appears 
 A minutf ; and his minufcs, years ; . 
 
 His doubtful weathers, fun-fhine mixt with flhowVs; 
 
 His traffick, hopes and fears; 
 
 His life’s a medley, made of fweets and foufsj 
 H is pains reward his fmiles and pours; 
 
 His diet is fair language mixt with flouts; 
 
 He is a nothing, all compost with; doubts.. 
 
 s - ‘ . 
 
 Do, wafle thine inch, proud fpan of iivlng earth, 
 Confume thy golden days 
 In flavilh freedom ; let thy ways 
 Take beft advantage of thy frolick mirth; 
 
 Thy ftock of time decays,' 
 
 And iavifh plenty Hill fore-runs a dearth ; 
 
 The bird that’s flown may turn at laftj 
 And painful labour may repair a wafte. 
 
 Bat pains nor price can call my minutes paft. 
 
 SEN. 
 
To the declining man. 
 
 Why (landl’ft thou difcontented ? is not he 
 As equal diftant from the cop as thee ? 
 
 What thea may caufe thy difcontented frown ? 
 He’s mounting up the hill 5 thou plodding down. 
 
 Q 5 
 
 SEN. 
 
 ExpeB great joy when thou P>»h lay down the mind of a 
 child, and deferve the jiyle of a wife man ; for at thofe years 
 childhood is paft, hut oftentimes childijhnefs remaineth^ and 
 what is werfCf thou haji the authority of a man ^ hut the voice 
 of a child. 
 
Hurogl^fh. XII. 3 ^ 
 DEUTERONOMY gj. if. 
 
 As the days, fi jhalL thy fire ngth he,. 
 
 TKe poft' 
 
 Of fwifr-foot time 
 Hath now at length begun 
 The kalends of our middle ftage : 
 
 The number’d fteps that we have gone, do lliow 
 The number of thofe fteps we are to go; 
 
 The buds and bloftbms of’ our age 
 Are blown, decay*d and'gone^ 
 
 And all our prime 
 Is loft: 
 
 And what we boaft too much, we have kaft caufe coboair, 
 
 Ah me! 
 
 There is no reft: 
 
 Our time is always fleeing. 
 
 What rein can curb our head-ftfong hours. 
 
 They poft away : they pafs we know not how ; 
 Ounnow is gone, before we can fay now; 
 Time paft and future’s none ot ours : 
 
 That hath as yet no being j 
 And this hath ccaft 
 
 • To be: ■ . ■; ^ „ 
 
 What ls> is only ours; how Ihort a time hav« we ^ 
 
 I 
 
 i 
 
 ( 
 
 [ 
 
 ( 
 
 ( 
 
 i 
 
 f 
 
Hierogljfk XII. 
 
 And now 
 A^oUo\ ear 
 
 Expefts harmonious fti'ains, 
 
 New minted from the ihracian lyre ; 
 
 For now the virtue of the twi-fork’d hill 
 Inlpires the ravilh’d fancy, and doth fill 
 The veins with fire: 
 
 And now thofe fteril brains 
 That cannot Ihow, 
 
 Nor bear 
 
 Some fruits, (hall never wear facred bow, 
 
 Excefs 
 
 v«. And furfeit ules 
 
 To wait upon thefe days ; 
 
 Full feed and flowing cups of wine 
 Conjure the fancy, forcing up a fpVit 
 By th’ eafy magick of debauch’d delight ; 
 
 Ah ! pity, twice-born Bacchus* vine 
 Should ftarve jipoUo's bays, 
 
 And drown thofe mufes 
 That blefs 
 
 And calm the peaceful foul, when ftorms of care opprefs. 
 
 Strong light, 
 
 Boafl; not thole beams 
 That can but only raife 
 And blaze a while, and then away : 
 
 There is no folftice in thy day j , 
 
 The midnight glpry lies 
 Betwixt th’ extreams 
 Of night, 
 
 A gkry foil’d with lhame, and fool’d with falfe delight. 
 
Haji thou climhed up to the fuU age of thy few days ? look 
 backwards and thou jhalt fee the frailty of thy youthf the 
 folly of thy childhood^ and the wafte of thy infancy : look for- 
 wards, thou /halt fee the cares of the world, the troubles of 
 thy mind, the dtfeafes of thy body. 
 
 EPIG. 12, 
 
 > 
 
 To the middle-aged* 
 
 Thou that art prancing on the lufty noon 
 Of thy full age, boaft not thy fclf too foon : 
 Convert that breath to wail thy fickle ftate ; 
 
 Take heed, thou'Ic brag too foon or boaft too late. 
 
Xlir. 
 
 JO H N 3. 30 
 
 Me mufl encreafe, hut 1 mufi decreafet 
 
 T ime voids the table, dinner’s done ; 
 
 And now our day’s declining fun 
 H^th hurried his diurnal load 
 To th* borders of the w«{Vern road ; 
 fierce Phtegon^ with his fellow fteeds, 
 
 Now puffs and pants, and blows and bleeds^ 
 
 And froths and fumes, remembring ftill 
 Their lafhes up th’ Olymfick hill* 
 
 Which having conquer’d, now difdain 
 The whip, and champ the frothy rein, 
 
 And with a full career they bend 
 Their paces to their journies end : 
 
 Our blazing taper now hath loft 
 
 Her better half, nature hath croft 
 
 Her forenoon book, and clear’d that fcore, 
 
 But fcarce gives truft for fo much more : 
 
 And now their gen’rous fap forfakes 
 Her feir*grown twig; a breath cv n fhakes 
 The down ripe fruit ; fruicToon divorc’d 
 From her dear branch, untouch’d, unforc d. 
 Now fanguin doth begin 
 To draw her wanton colours in, 
 
 Amd flees negle^d in difgrace, 
 
 Whil'ft Mitrs fupplies her lukewarm plac&: 
 
 Blood turns to choler v. what this age 
 Lbfes in ftrength it finds in rage ; 
 
 That rich“ enamel, which, of old, 
 
 Damask’d the downy ebeefe, and told 
 
3^5 Mere^ljfh. XIII. 
 
 A harmlcfs guilt, unasfc’d, is now 
 Worn off from the audacious brow ; 
 Luxurious dalliance, midnight rcvcl^, 
 Loofe riot, and chofe venial evils 
 Which inconfid’rate youth of late 
 Could plead, now want an advocate : 
 
 And what appear’d in former times 
 Whifp’ring as faults, now roar as crimes ; 
 And now all ye whoiG; lips were wont 
 To drench their coral in the font 
 Of fork’d Parnajfflis j you that be 
 The fons of Pheebns^ and can flee 
 On wings of fancy to difplay 
 The flag of high invention, flay, 
 
 Repofe your quills ; your veins grow four^ 
 Tempt not your fait beyond her powV ; 
 
 If your pall’d fancies but decline, 
 
 Cenfure will flrike at ev’ry line 
 And wound your names, the pop’lar car 
 Weighs what you are, not what you were : 
 Thus hackney*Iike, we tire our age, 
 
 Spur- gall’d with change from flage to ffage. 
 
 Ste-Ji 
 
Hieroglyfk XIII. 3^7 
 
 Seeji thou the daily light of the greater mrld ? when at- 
 tained to the higheft pitch of meridian glory, it ftayeth not, 
 hut by the fame degrees, it afcended, it dejcendeth. And it 
 the light of the Uffer world more permanent I mtinnante it 
 the (hi Id of eternity, not of time. 
 
 EPIG. ij. 
 
 To the young man. 
 
 Young man, rejoice ; and let thy rifing days ^ 
 
 Cheer thy glad heart : think’ft thou thefe uphill ways 
 Lead to death’s dungeon ? no, but know withal, 
 
 A rifing "s but a prologue to a fall. 
 
 t 
 
Meroglyfk XI¥* 
 
 'hiviiiqfa $emctuS- 
 
 3^4 
 
XtV. 
 
 JOHN IX. 3y* 
 
 Tet d' little, vihili is the light with yets. 
 
 I 
 
 T He day grows old, the lo w. pitch’d lamp^^ hath mad©-. 
 
 No lefs than treble fliade, 
 
 And the defcending damp doth now prepare 
 T’ uncurl bright Tit»n\ hair ; 
 
 Whofe weftern wardrobe now begins t’ unfold 
 Her purples, fring’d with gold, 
 
 To cloath his ev’ning glory, when th alarms 
 Of reft lhall call to reft in reftlefs Tktn arms. 
 
 a 
 
 Nature now ealls to fupper, to refrefli 
 . The fpirits of all flefh ; . 
 
 The toiling plowman drives his thirfty teams^,_ 
 
 To tafte the flipp’ry ftreamsr ^ 
 
 The drolling fwine herd knocks away, and feaRS 
 His hungry whining guefts : 
 
 The box-bill owzie, and the dapled thrulU 
 Like hungry rivals, meet at their beloved bulb. 
 
 And now the cold autumnal dews are fecit 
 To cob- web ev’ry green ; 
 
 And by the low-fliorn rowens doth appear 
 The faft-declining year : 
 
 The faplefs branches doff their fummer luits 
 And wain their winter fruits ; 
 
 And ftormy, blafts have forc’d r..™ 
 
 To wrap their trembling limbs in fuits of m y 
 
370 
 
 Hkroglj^k XIV.. 
 
 4 
 
 Our wafted taper now hath brought her light 
 To the next door to night ; 
 
 Her fprightlefs flame grown with great fnufF, doth turn 
 Sad as her neighb’ring urn ; 
 
 Her fiender inch, that yet unfpent remains, 
 
 Lights but to further pains, 
 
 And in a filent language bids her gueft: 
 
 Prepare his weary limbs to take eternal reft* 
 
 5 
 
 Now careful age hath pitch’d her painful plough" 
 Upon the furrow’d brow ; 
 
 And fnowy blafts of dilcontented care 
 Have blanch’d the falling hair : 
 
 Sufpicious envy, mixt with jealous Ipight, 
 
 Difturbs his weary night : 
 
 He threatens youth with age ; and^now, alas ! 
 
 He owns not what he is, but vaunts the man he was. 
 
 Grey hairs, purfue thy da'yr, and let thy paft 
 Read lectures to thy laft; 
 
 Thofe hafty wings that hurry’d them away. 
 
 Will give thefe days no day ; 
 
 The conftant wheels of nature fcorn to tire 
 Until her works expire : 
 
 That blaftthatnipt thy youth, will ruin thee ; (tree. 
 
 That hand that (hook the branch, will quickly ftrike the 
 
 S. CHRYS, 
 
. XIV. 
 
 371 
 
 S. CHRYS. 
 
 Grey hairs are homurahle^ when the behaviour fuits with 
 grey hairs : bat when an ancient man hath ehildijh manners^ 
 he becometb more ridiculous than a child. 
 
 SEN. 
 
 Thou art in vain attained to old years, that reyeatejl thy 
 youthfulnefs. f 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 To the Touth* 
 
 Seed thou this good old man ? he reprefents 
 Thy future, thou, his preterperfeft tenfc : 
 
 Thou go’ft to labours, he prepares to reft : ^ 
 
 Thou breah’ft tby faft, he fupsj now which is beft . 
 
Hieroglyfh, XV. 3 7.3 
 
 PSALM 90. 10. 
 
 The cf our years are tireefcore years 
 
 and .ten, 
 
 S o have I Teen th* illuftriotis prince of light 
 RiAng in glory from his crocean bed, 
 
 And trampling down the horrid fliades of night. 
 Advancing more and more his conqu’ring head, 
 
 Paufe firft, decline, at length begin to fliroudi 
 His fainting brows within a cole-black cloud. 
 
 2 . . ^ 
 
 So have I (een'a well-built caftle (land . r 
 
 ^pon the tip-toes of a lofty hill, 
 
 Whofe aftive pow*r commands both Tea and land, 
 
 And curbs the pride of the beleagVers will; 
 
 Ac length her ag’d foundation fails her truA, 
 
 And lays her tottVing ruins in the duR. 
 
 ■ . 3 ’, 
 
 So have I feen the blazing taper {hoot 
 
 Her^goldcn head into the feeble air, 
 
 Whofe fliadow-gilding ray, fpread round about, ^ 
 Makes the foul face of black-brow'd darknefs fair^ 
 Till at the length her wafting glory fades. 
 
 And leaves the night to her inveterate ihades. 
 
 . . V _ '4 
 
 £v*n (b thii little world of living clay, 
 
 The .pride of nature, ; gloirify’d by art, 
 
 Whom earth adores, and all herhofts obey, 
 
 Ally’d to heav’n by his diviner parr, 
 
 Triumphs a while, then droops, and then decays, 
 And worn by age, death cancels all bis days. 
 
374 
 
 'moziiwj. 
 
 $ 
 
 That glorious fun, that whilom fiione fo bright. 
 
 Is now ev*n ravifh’d from our darken’d eyes : 
 
 That fiurdy caftle, mann’d with fo much might. 
 
 Lies now a mon’ment of her own difguife : 
 
 That blazing taper, that difdain’d the puff 
 Of troubled air, fcarce owns the name of fnuff ' « 
 
 6 
 
 Poor bed-rid man ! where is that glory now, 
 
 Thy youth fo vaunted? where that majefty 
 Which fat enthron’d upon thy manly brow ? 
 
 Where, where that braving arm ? that daring eye ? 
 Thofe buxom tunes ? thofe Bacchm^ianKmts ? 
 Thofe fwelling veins? thofe marpow-fiaming bones? 
 
 7 
 
 Thy drooping glory’s blurt’d, and proftrate lies 
 Grov’ling in duft } and fpghtful horrour, now, 
 Sharpens the glances of thy gafhful eyes ; ^ 
 
 Whilft fear perplexes thy diftrafted brow : 
 
 Thy panting breaft vents all her breath by groan^* 
 And death enerves thy marrow-wafted bones* ^ 
 
 8 
 
 Thus man that’s born of woman can remain 
 But a Ihort time: ,his days are full of forfow;! 
 
 His life’s a penance and his death’s pain 5 ‘ ' ■ • . ' 
 
 Springs like a fl'ow’r to day, jndfadW to morrd^l’^: 
 His breath’s a bubble, and his day ’s fpan ; ; ; 
 
 ’Tis glorious mifery to be born a man. 
 
 CYPR. 
 
 1 
 
Himglyfk XV. 375* 
 
 CYPR. 
 
 when eyes are dim^ ears deaf, vifage pale, teeth decayed, 
 skin withered, breath tainted, pipes furred, knees trembling, 
 hands fumbling, feet failing, the fudden downfall of thy 
 fePily houfe U near at hand. 
 
 S, AUGUST. 
 
 Ad vices wax old, by age : covetoufnefs alone griwet^ysmg, 
 
 EPIG. 15. 
 
 To the InfanU 
 
 What he doth fpend in groans, thou fpcnd’ft In tears i 
 Judgment and ftrength’s alike in both your years ; 
 He’s heJplsfs; fo art thou; what dift rcncc then ? 
 He*s an oid infant ; thou, a young old man. 
 
 P t Id J S. 
 
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 The Lucubrations of Jfaac Bicker Revifed 
 and correfied by the Author. In 4 Vols 8“. 
 
 The Lucubrations of ifaac Bickerjia^j Efq; Revifed 
 and corrected by the Author. On an Elziver Letter. 
 In 4 Vols 8® 
 
 The fifth Vo’ume of the Lucubrations of ifaac Bick- 
 
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 Efq; deceafed ; and f-veral other Hands. On an Elzi» 
 •uer Letter. In 12. 
 
 A Supplemenr to the new Verfion of Pfalms, by Dr. 
 Brady and Mr. ; containing, the Pfalms in particu. 
 lar Meafurc-s; the ufual Hymns ^ Creed, Lords Prayer, Ten 
 \Commandm nts, for the Holy Sacrament, &C. with Gloria 
 Patri's, and Tunes (Treble and Bafs), proper to each of 
 them, and all the refl of the Pfalms. The S venth 
 Edition, coriefled. Wirh the Addition of Plain In- 
 firuSfions for all thofe who arte dellious to Learn or lm» 
 prove themfclves in Pfalmody ; near thirty neta Tunes^ 
 compos’d by feveral of 'he beft Mafters ; and z Table 
 of Pfatmt fuired to the Feajis and Falls of the Church, 
 C^r. Wirh Tab es of all the Pfalms of the New, Old, and 
 Dr. Patrick's VeifionS, direfting whar Tuns arc fitted 
 for each Pfalm. The whole being a compleat Pfalmody^ 
 Ufcful for Teachers and Learners of cither Ycifiott* 
 In 1 2®.