LI E> RAFLY OF THE UNIVERSITY or ILLINOIS FROM THL BLQ.UEST IN MLMOR.Y or CHARLLSA.DLNISON AND CH.\R.LL5N.DLNIS0N / Ua J EMBLEMS. B Y FKA. QVARLESi WITH THE Hieroglyphic ks : ALL THE CUTS Being newly llluftrated. s-' vp 4^ ft? LONDON^ Printed for M, G, and IV, F. and to be fold by Ro^er Clavel at the Peacock in Fleetjlreet^ and Andrew Bell at the Crofs-Keys in the Poultrey, 1 6^6, l-j^ l - I ^JJ-UJil i .-t J 1 f^^^^ra^ : irV^.7r^ ^^^4:-^^^-^^ Xiondon TrtnteA fat- ^U. G^tllyflcrrcr at v J^rca. lajlc in y.'c/lm^ler Ji2z/l and V.' Free man at th, Bthlc. over a^auUitlic ^ttiJdle TcmpLi i^atc ti FUetf?rcct . i'->f. Cfucifie : Let Dorrs delight to immerdthem* f elves in dung, xvhilfi Eagles /corn fo poor a Game as Flies, Sir, you have Art and Can- . dour ; let the one judge, let the other eX' cufe. Your moll affedionate Friend, FRA. (LUARLES. j^^ i^^j TO THE READER. AN Emhleme is but a filent Parable. Let not the tender eye check, to fee the allufion to our blefled Sa- viour figured in thefe Types. In Holy Scripture he is fometimes called a Sower; fometimes a Fiflier ; fometimes a Phyfici- an : And why not prelenced fo as well to the eye as to the ear ? Before the know- ledg of Letters God was known by ///>- roglyphkks. And indeed what are the Heavens, the Earth, nay, every Creature, but Hieroglyphkks and Emllemes of his Glory? I have no more to (ay, I wifti thee as much pleafure in the Reading, as I had in writing. Farewel READER. A 3 */ BT Fathers iack'J, hy Holy Writ led on ^ Thou jheiv ft away toHeavn ^Helicon: 7 he Mufes Font is confecrate hy Thee, An J Foe fie, laptizd Divinity : Bleft Soul that here cmharKftuhoufairfl apace ^Tis hard to fay, movd more hy Wit or Grace, Each Mufe fo plies her Oar : But 0,the Sail Is fill' d from Heaven with a Diviner Gale : When Poets prove Divines, why flwuld not I Approve in Verje this divine Poetry ? Let thisfuffice to licence thee the Prefs : Jmuft no more ; nor could the Truth Jay lejs. Sic approb^vit RICH. LOVE Procan. Cantahriyenfts* Tot Flores QU ARLES,quotP^/ -^^//^j habet; Le<5lori bene^w^/e-volo. ^/f legit ex HoTto hoc Flores^ Qui carpit, uterqne Jure foteR Fhlof dicere, jure Kofas, Non e Parnafo riOLAM,. Fefiivs KOS ETO Carpit ApoUo, magis quas fit aracena, KJ) S AM, Quot rerjui riOL ASUgU ; & Qufm verbi locutum Crcdis, ver^^dedit: Namdedit///e 1^0 S AS. Utque Ego non dicam haec VIOLAS faaviflima ; Tuts Ipfehzis Flo L AS. Lhideti violas. Nam velut b F 10 LI S fibi fugit Annex virus : Vertis at in fuccos ffasque ^O S A Sque tuos. Quas violija Mufas, FIO L AS puto, quafque recufas Dente tup rofas^ has, rcor, effe ^0 S AS, Sic ro/ij, facis cfle ^O S ASy dum, Zoi/e, rod is * Sic facishas ^i OL A SyLivide.dxim vioUs* Brent Hall, 1634. EDW. BENLOWES. -*#f '^MtTx ( ^ciiim a/rtciT <\ .\ 177: v.^-/-'.-; o . / Book i; f THE FIRST BOOK- The INVOCATION. ROjfzt thee, my Soul ; and drein thee from the dregs Of vulgar thoughts : Scrue up the hightned pegs Of thy fublime Theorboc four notes higher. And higher yet , that To, the (hril-mouth'd Qiiire Or fwifc-wing'd Straphims may come and j^yn. And make thy Confort moie tbaa half divine. Invoke no Mafe; Lee Heav'n be thine Apclh 5 And let hisfacred Influences hallow Thy high-bred flrains : Let his full beams icfpirc Thy lavifh'd brains with more heroick fire : Snatch thee a QuH from the fpread Eagles wing, And, like the mo-nlng Lark, mount up and flag : Caft ofFthefe dangling plummets,-that fo cleg Thy laboring heart, which gropes in. this dark fog Of dungeon earth ; let flsfh and blood forbear To ftopthy fl'ght, till this bafe world appear A thin blew Landskip : Let thy pinions foar So high a picch, that men may feem no more Than Pifmires, crawling on this Mole-hi3 earth, Thy ear untroubled with their Frantick mirth ; Let not the frailty of thy flelh difturb Thy new-concluded peace ; Let Reafon curb Thy hot mouth*i Pafnoa ; and let heav'ns fire feafon The frefh conceits of thy corrected Reafon. Difdain to v/arm thee at luFiS fmoky fires, Scorn, Scorn to feed on thy old bloat defires : Come, come, my Soul, hoifeup thy higher fails. The wind blows fair ; Shall we ftill creep like Saails, That 2 Emhlemes. Book i. That glide their ways with their own Native flimes; No we muft fly like Eagles, and our Rhimes Muft mount to Heav'n, and reach th* Olymplck Earj Our Heav'n- blown fire muft fcek no other Sphear. Thou great ri&Mfft^ropoj, that giv'ft and g^ound'ft Thy gifts in duft,and from our dunghil crown'ft Refiefting honour, taking by retail, Whac thou haft gi\*n in groft, from lap fed frail, j^d finful man : That drink'ft full draughts, wherein Thy Childrens leprous fingers, fcurPd with fin, Have padled ; Cleanfe, O cleanfe my crafty Soul From fecret crimes, and let my thoughts controul My thoughts : O, teach me ftoutly to deity My felf, that I may be no longer I : Enrich my Fancy, clarifie my thoughts. Refine my drofs *, O, wink at human faults ; And through the (lender CoaduS of my Quill Convey thy Currant, whofe clear ftreams may fill The hearts of men with love, their tongues with praife : Crown me with Glory, take who lift the Bayes, Emhkmes. Book \T::tuj nimidiis m maitj.io 'malijj yio. bsst^us eji Book I. Emhlemes. ^ L JAM. I. 14. Every man is tempted, when he is drawn j- way ly his own luft and enticed, SerpTutm Eve, Sirp, "TVT^^ ^^^ ^ ^°' ^^^^ ^ -^^^ touch ?Noc caf! an eye j\| Upon the fniit of thi^ fair Tree? And why? Why cat'it thou doc whatHeav'n ordain'd for food ? Or can'ft thou think that bad which Heav'n csli'd Good ? Why was in made if not to be enjoy*J ? NegleS of favours makes a favour void : Bletfings unub*d, pervert inro a Waff, As well as Surfeits ; Women, Do but caff: See how the laden boughs make filent fjlt To be enj^v'd ; Look how their bending fruit Meet thee half- way : Oblervc but how chey crouch To kifs thy fjand ; Coy wcman. Do but touch : Mark what a pure vermilion blufh has dy*d Their fwelVing cheeks, and how forfhan-e they hide Their paifie heads to feethemfdves iland by Neglc£>ed : Woman, Do but caff an eye. What bounteous Heav'n ordainM for ufe, refofe net , Come, pu'.-l and eat : Y' abufe the thing ve ufe net. Eve. Wucftof Beafts, our great Creator did Referve this Tiee, and this alone forbi ' ; The reft are freely ours, which doubrleC are As pleafing to the taft : to th* eye as rair ; But touching this his ffri£f commands arefuch, 'Tis death to tait, no lefi than death to touch. Scrp. Pifh ; DeatL'.. a fable :Did not Heav'n iriQ>ire Y«ur*cq'jal Elements wi:h living Fire ; Blown 6 Emllemes, Book i^ Blown from the fpring of life r Is not that breath Immortal ? Come ; ye are as free from death As he that made ye. Can the flames expire Which he has kindled ? Can ye quench his fire? Did not the great Crcatours voice proclaim What 'ere he made (from the blew fpangled frame To the poor leaf that trembles) very good ? Bleft he not both the feeder and the Food ? Tel], tell me then, what danger can accrue Fromfuch bleft Food, tofuch half gods as you? Curb needlefs fears, ard let no fond conceit Abufc ycur f. eedom ^ Woman t:ke and eat. Bvt, Tis true, we are immortal ; dcsthis yet Unborn, and till Rebellion make ic debt, Undue ; 1 know the fruit is good, until Prefumptuous difobedience make it iB. The lips that open to this Fruit's a Portal ^To let in death and make immortal mortal. Ser^. You cannot die:come woman, Tafte,and fear not : Bve. Shall Evz tranfgrefs ? I dare not, O 1 dare not. Jerp. Afraid J* Why draw 'ft thou back thy tim'rous arm? Harm only falls on fuch as fear a harm. Heav'n knows and fears the virtue of this Tree : 'Twill make ye perfeft Gods as well as He. Stretch forth thy hand, and lee thy fondnefs never Fear death: Do, pull, and eat, and live forever. £v«. 'Tisbutan Apple; and it is as good To do, as to defire. Fruit's made for food : I'le pull, and tafte, and tempt my Ahm too To know the fecreti of this Dainty. Sv^. Do. S. CHRYS. Book i. Emhlemes. 7 S, CHRYS. fup. Marth. He forced him f:ot : He touched him not : Only faid, Caft thy fclf dojvn ; ihit vts miy hnow^ thxt rohofsever obeyetb the Devil cd^rih kimfclf ioTon : For the Devil may [uggefi^ fompslbe cunnot, S. BERN. inSer. It is the Devils pirt to iuggtSi : Ours^ not to confent: As oft as we rsfifl him^fo often we overcome bimi as often as we ev:rcome him, fo often we bring icy to the Angels^ and glory to God, who propofethus, that we may comeni^andaj/i^eth k5, that we may conquer. EPIG. I. Unluckly Parliament/ Wherein at liR, Both Houfes are agreed, and firmly paft An a£i of death co]firm*d by higher Powers ? O had it had but futh fucccfs as Ours / Emllemes, 11. Book X. *^\.t viaavin Ci^mdVmaimini OJtme malurn Book I. Emllemes. 9 IL JAMES i.ij. Then when lujl hath conceived, it Iringeth forth fin ; and fin when it is finiftiedlrin^ eth forth death. LAment, lament; Look, Iook,'what thou haft done ? Lament the world's. Lament thy own cftate ; Look, look, by doing how thou art undone ; Lament thy fall, lament thy change of State : Thy faith is broken, and thy freedom gone, iee, {c:t too foon, what thou lament*ft too late. O thou that wert To many men, nay, all Abrid^'d in one, how has thy defp'rate fall Deftroy'd thy unborn feed, deftroy'd thy felt withaL Uxorious Aiamy whom thy Maker made Equal to Angels that excel in pow'r, Whac haft thou done ? O why haft thou obey*d Thy own deftruftion ? Like a new-cropt flower How does the glory of thy beauty fade ! How are thy fortunes blafted in an hour ! How art thou cow*d that haft the pow'r to quell The fpite of new fal'n Angels, baffle Hell, And vie witn chofe that ftood,and vacquifh thofc that fell. See how the world (whofe chaft and pregnant womb Of late conceived, and brought forth nothing ill) B Is TO Emhlemes. Book i. Is now degenerated, and become A bafc Adultercfs, whofc falfe births do fill The earth with Montters, Monfters that doromc And rage about, and make a trade to kill : Now Glutt'ny paunches ; Luft begins to fpawn ; Wrath takes revenge? and Avarice a pawn , Pals Euvy pines, Pride fwclls, and Sloth begins to yawn. The Air that wirper'd, now begins to rore; And bluftring Boreas blows the boyling Tide ; The white mouth'd Water now ufurps the (horc. And fcorns the pow'r of her tridental ^uide 5 The fire now burns, that did but warm before. And Rules her ruler with rcfiftlefs Pride : Fire, Water Earth, and Air, that firfl were made To be lubdu'd fee how they now invade 5 (obey'd. They rule whom once they ferv'd, command where once , Behold ; that nakednefir, that late bewray'd Thy glory, now*s become thy fhame, thy wonder ; Behold ; thofe trees whofe various fruits were made For fojrt now turn'd a (hade to (hrbwd thee under, Behold ; that voice (which thou haft difobey'd; That Ia:e was mufick, now aflfrights like thunder : Poor man ! Are not thy joynts grown fore with (ha-. I'oview th'cfteft of thy bold undertaking, (king That in one hour did'ft mart what heav'n fix days was Cinaking ? S. AUG. Book I. Emhlemes, ll S. AUGUST, lib. i. de lib. arbit. It is' a mofl )uji punijhmefit, tbjt man JhoulJ hfe that free^ dom, Tohicb nun could not ufe, yet kid power to keep, if be TOO uld ; and that ks re bo bad lacwldge to do, wbit xois rigbt^and did not, fnculd be deprived of the kaowledjfe of what was ri^br.i^ that be wbo weuJdmt do righteouflyroben he had the powsry Should loje tbeporoer to do it, when he bad the IVtl'* HUGO de anima. They are jujlly punifhed that ahufe lawful things, hut tbey are mod jujliy punijhed^ that ufe unlawful things: Thus Luci* fer fell from Heaven : Tbui AJm lofi bis Firadije, E P I G. 2. Sec how thefc fruitful kernils, being caft Upon the earth, how thick they fpring ! how faft / A full carM crop and thriving^ rank and proud > Prcpoft'fous man fir ft fow'd^ and then he plough'd* B 2 i% Emllemes. Book i^ IIL /' lkychjr,Vaiicr. Jaierus, noiijfoh'erij. Book I. Emllemes] ij III. PR OV. 14. 13; Even in Uughter the heart isforroivful, and the end of that mirth is heavinefi. A Las fond Child, How are thy thoughts beguil d To hope for honey from a neft of wafps f Thou may'ft as well Go fcek for eafe in Hell, Or fprightly Ncdar from the mouths of afps. The world's a hire. From whence thou can*ft derive No good, but what thy fouls vexation brings t Put cafe thou meet Some petti- petti fweet, Each drop is guarded with a thoufand ftings. 3 Why doft thou make Thefe murmVing troops forfake The fafe proteftion of their waxen homes ? ^Their hive contains No fweet that's worth thy pains; There's nothing here, alas, but empty combes. 4 For tra(h and toyes, And grief ingen*dring joyes, B 3 What 14. Emhlemes. Book What torment fcems too (harp for flefh and blood ! What bitter piHs. Compos'd of real 111?, Men fwalloifts down to purcha(eooe falfie good ! 5 The dainties here, Areleaft what they appear; Though fvveec in hopes, yet in fruition fowre : The fruit that's yellow. Is found no: alwaykmello>^ ; The faireft Tulips not the fweeteft flower. Fond youth give ore. And vex thy foul no more In reeking what were better far unfound ; Abs ! Thy gains Are oaly prcfent pains ' To gather ::carpioi3s for a future wound. What's earth ? Or in ir, That longer then a minute. Can lend a free delight that can endure ? O who would droyl, Or delve in fucfa a Toy?, Where gain's uncertain and the pains is fare : S. AUGUST. Book I. Emll ernes. 15 S. AUGUST. Jweetnefs in temper Emitters is deceitful : It is a hhour and d perpetual fear ; it is a dinger ous pUafure, vbofe beginning if witbcm providence ^And %>ho[e end is not tvitkout repentance. HUGO. Luxury is in enticing pUifure, a bd^ifd mirth, vohicb hah honey in ber mouth ^giU in her hexrt, and a fiing in her tiil. E P I G. i. What, Cupii, are thy (hafts already made ? And reeking honey, to fet up thy trade True Embleme of thy f^veets ! Thy Bees do bring Honey in their mouths, but in their tails a fting« B 4 » i6 Emllemes. IV. Book Book I- Etvillemes] 17 IV. PSALM 62.9; To he laid in the haUame , it is altogether Hooter than vanity. Put la another weight : Tis yet too light : And yet, Fond Cuvid^ put another in i And yet aoother : Still there's under weight : Pat it\ another hundred : Put again ; Add world to world ; then heap a thoufand more To that, then to renew thy wafted ftorc. Take up more worlds on truft,to draw thy ballance lower* 2 Put In the flefh with all her loads of pleafure ; Pat in great Mammons endlefs inventory ; Pat in the ponderous afts of Mighty Cue'ar : Pat in the greater weight of Jroriewj glory; Add Scipi6'% gauntlet ; put in Pirn's gown : Put Circes charms, put in the triple crown. Thy ballance will cot draw •, thy ballance wiQ not down.- 3 Lord what 4 world is this, which day and night, Men feek wich fo much toil, with fo much trouble ? Which weigh'd in equal fcales is found fo light, So poorly overbaiianc'd wifi a bubble ? Good God ! thatfrantick mortals fhould deftroy * Their higher hopes, aad placetheir idle joy Upon fuch airy traOi, upon fo light a toy ! 4 Thou holy Impoflor, how hafl thou befool'd The tribe of Man with contcrfcic defire ! How 1 8 Emhlemes. Book i^ How has the breath of thy faUebenows cool'd Hcav'ns free born flames, and kindled baftard fire ! How haft thou vented! drofs inftead of meafure. And cheated men with^hy falfe weights and meafure; Prodaiming bad for good ; & gilding death with pleafure ! The world's a crafty Strumpet moft affefting. And clofely following thofe that moft rejefther ; But feeming carelcfs, nicely difrefpeding And coyly flying thofe that moft aiFed her : If thoQ be free, fhe*s ftrange, if ftrange (he's free ; Flee, and fhe follows ; follow and (he'i flee : tThcn ihe ther*snone more coy,ther's none more fond then (Ihe. 6 O what a Crocodilian world is this, Compos'd of treacheries, and inftaring wiles ! She cloathes deftruaion in a formal kifs. And lodges death in her deceitful fmiles ; She hugs the foul fhe hates ; and there does prove The verycft tyrant, where ftie vows to love, And is a Serpent moft, when raoft flie feems a Dove. Thrice happy he, whofe nobler thoughts defpife To make an objcft of fo eafie gains 5 Thrice happy he who fcorns fo poor a price Should be the ziouxi of his heroick pains : Thrice happy he, that ne're was born to try Her frowns or fmiles: or being born, did lie In his fad nurfes arms an hour, or two, and die. AUGUST. Book li Emhlemes, j^ S. AUGUST. lib. Confeff.* Ojou that dote upon this world ^ for vohdt vi^orj do ye fghi? Tour hopes can be crowned with no greater reward, than the wjrJd can give ; and what is the world hut a brittU thing fuU of dingers, wherein we travel from Irjfcr to greater perils i O let aB her viin light ^ momentary glory ^ perijh with her felf, and let U£ b^ convtrf ant with nwre eternal things, Alaf^ this world is miferable ; life isfoot-f, and death isfure. E P I G. 4. My foul, what's Tghter, than a feather ? Than wind ? The rire. And what, than fire ? The mind. What's Iighter,thaa the mind ? A thought. Then thought? This bubble world. Wh^tj than this bubble ? Nought, to Emilemesl Book I, V. //J' (yirtiiur okUs. Book i» Emhlemes. ii V. I Cor. 7. 31. Thefajhion of this World pajfeth away. GOne are thofe golden days, wherein Pale ConfcicDce ftartcd not ac ugly fin : When good old Saturn's peaceful Throne Was uQufurped by his beardlefs Son : When jealous C>/3i nc'r fear'd th'abufc Of her chatt bed, or breach of nuptial Truce : When jjft Adnei pois*d her Scales In mortal hearts, whofe abfence earth bewail;^ When froth- born yenus and her brat. With all that fpurious brood Young fovs begat, In horrid fhapes were yet unknown ; ^Thofe Halcyon days, that golden age is gone. There was no Client then to wait The leifure of this long tayl'd Advocate; The Talion Law was in requeft. And Chanc'ry Courts were kept in ev'ry breft : Abufed Statutes had no Tenters, And men could deal fecure without indentures : There was no peeping hole to clear The wittals eye from his incarnate fear j There were no luftful Cinders then To broil the Carbonado'd hearts of men : The rofic cheeks did then proclaim A (hame of Guilt, but not a guilt of ihame : 'There was no whining foul to Itart At Cupid's twang, or curfe his flaming dart j The Boy had then but callow wings, And fell Erynnis Scorpions bad no fticgs ; Th«? zz Emhlemes. Book ] The bctter-aftcd world did move Upon the fixed poles oi Truth and Love. Love cffcnc'd in the hearts of men ! ,Then Reafon rul'd, there was no paffion then ; Tin Luft and rage began to enter. Love the Circumference was, and Love the Center Until the wanton days of Jove The fimplc world was all compos'd of Love ; But Jov9 grew flclhly, falfe unjuft ; Inferiour beauty filVd his veins wich luft : And Cucquean Juno's fury hurld Fierce balls of rape into th'inceftuous world : AjlneA fled, and love returned From earth, earth boylM with luft, with rage it buf fl'd And ever fince the world hath been Kept going with thefconrgcof Luft and Spleen. S. A M B R O S. Book !• Emhlemes, 13 $. ambros. ImH is ajhirp [pur to vice^wbicb nJvmjs puttetb the afftSi- out intoa/ilfcgAl^op, HUGO. Zuft is in hnmoderdte vomtoanefs of tbeflejh, a fvoect poy fon, a cfuel peflilcnct ; a ptirnhiom poyfon^ rvhich weiknstk tie body of Mjlu, and cffiminitetb tbt fircngtb of ^n beroici mind, S.AUGUST. Efivf is the hitred of Another s ft lie it) : in refpe^ of Supsri- ours, becdufe they are not equal to them ; in rejps^ of Infer i- ourSjlffi hijhoiili be equal to them ; in refpeS of equals, be- eawfe they are equd to them ; Through envjpTo::idci ths fiS of the TQorli. and ieith of Chrifi, EPIC. 5. What, Cupid, muft the world be laQi'd fo foon ? But made ac morning, and he whipc at noon ? 'Tis like the wa^g, chat plays with reniu Doves, The more 'cis laCb'dj the more perverfc it proves. ^4■ Emlkmes. Book \l VL S- n criLce tuia, qiacs 24- Book jI Emllemei. if VI. ECCLES, z/ij: All is vanity and vexation of Spiritl HOw is the anxioas foul of Bua befool'd In bis delire. That thinks aa He£lick feavcr may be cool'd In flames of fire, Or hopes to rake full heaps of burnifh'd gold From nafty mire ! A whining Lover may as wcI! requeft , , A fcornful breaft [To melt in gentle tears, as woo the world for reftJ [Let wic, and all her ftudied ploti cffcft I .. The beft they an ; ^t fmiling Fortune profper and pcrfeft What wit began, It earth advife with both, and fo projeft ^ , A happy man ; :Let wit or fawning Fortune vie their bcft ; He may be bleft jiVith all that earth can give ; but earth can give fio reft. I 3 iVfaorc gold is double with a careful hand. His cares are double, C The %S . Emllemes. Book i;i ThePIeafure, Honour, Wealth of Sea and Land Bring but a trouble ; The World it felf, and aa the Worlds command, 1 8 but a bubble. The ftrong defirei of mans infatiate brcaft May ftand pofleft Of all that Earth can give ; but Earth can give no reft. The World's a Teeming Par'difc, but her own And man'i tormentor; Appearing fix'd, yet but a rolling ftone Without a tenter ; It is a vaft Circumference, where none Can find a Center. Of more than Earth, can Earth make none poffcft ; And he that leafc I^egards this reftlefs World, fhall in thij World fitd reft True refc 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.rclying Upon her crofs. How worldlings drovl for trouble ! That fond brcaft That is poffefi,*d Of Earth without a crofs, has Earth without a refc. CAS Book I* Emllemes. ij CASS, ia Pf. The Crofs is the invincihU [inBuity of the humhle : The ic\sdion cf tke froud, the vi^ory of Ckrift, the deftruBion of the devil, the conf.mzxion of tbs fiithful, the death of the unbeliever, the life •[ tbejuft, DAMASCEN. The Crofs •f Chrifi is the key of pjindife ; the weak maas fiaff) the Converts convoy-f the upriyh Mxns pfrfeBion ; the foul ind bodies health-, the prevention of ill ivil, and the procurer of all good. £ P I G. 6. Worldlings, whofe whimpering folly holds thelpfTes Of honour, pleafure, health, and wealth fach crorfes, Look here, and tell me, what your Arms cngro^ % When the bcft end of what yc hugg's a crof?, C 2 iS Emllemes. Book I VIL liict fl/t^,et cte /ucij' aa Book i,^ Emhlemesl i^ VIL I PET. y 8. Be fohety le vtgtUnty lecaufe your AJveri fary the Devil as a roaring Lion ivalketh ahouty feeking whom he may devour. WHy doft thou fuffcr luftful floth to creep, Dun Cypriaa Lad into thy wanton brows ? Is this a time to pay thine idle Vows At Aforjf>^f Mf ftirine ? 3 s this a time to fccep Thy braias in waftefal flumbers ? up and rouze rhy leaden fpirit: Is this a time to fleep? Adjourn thy fanguine dreams, awake, arife. Call in tby thoughts ; and let them all adyife, Had'il thou, as many headi, as thou haft wounded eyes Look, Look, what horrid furiei do await Thy fiatt'f ing fiumbcrs ! If thy drowzy head But chance to nod, thou fall'ft into a bed Df fulph'rous flames , whpfe torments want a date. Fond boy, be wife, let not thy thoughts be fed kVith Phrygian wifdom ; fools are wife too late : Beware betimes, and let thy reafon fever Thofe gates which paflion clos'd ; wake row or never > ?or if thou nod'ft thou faU'ft, and falling fall'ft for ever. 3 Viark, how the ready hands of death prepare : His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart ; He aims, he levels at thy flumb'ring heart ; C 3 The 30 Emhlemei., Book The wound is pofting, O be wife, beware. What ? has the voice of danger loft the art To raife the fpirit of neglected care ? Well, fleep thy fiU, and take thy foft repofcs. But know withal, fwcct tafts have fewer clofes ; And hs repents in {horns, that fleeps in beds of rofes. Yet fluggard, wake, and gull thy Sonl no more With Earth's falfc pleafure, and the worlds delight, Whofe fruit is fair, and pleafing to the fight. But fower in tafte, falfe as the putrid core : Thy flaring glafs is geras at her half light. She makes thee feeming rich, but truly poor : She boafts a kernel , and beftows a Ihcll ; ^ Performs an inch ©f her fair promis'd ell : Her words protefl a Heaven ; her works produce an hcH, O thou the fountain of whofe better part. Is earthed and gravelled up with vain defire : That daily wallow'it in the flefiily mire And bafe pollution of aluftful heart. That fecrfl no palTion, but in wanton fire. And ownft no torment but in Cupid*& dart ; Behold thy type : Thou fitt'A upon this ball Of earth, fecure, while death that flings at all, Stands arm- d to ftrike thee down, where flames attend thy (fall. S. BERN. Book i. Emhkmes. ji S. BERN. Security is no robere ; neither in Hesven, not in Piradife^ much lefs in the World : Jn Heaven the Angels fell from the Dhine Prefence] in Puradife, Adam fell from his pUce of pleifuTs ; in the Worli^ ^udas fell from the School of our Si' vicur, HUGO. / art fecure, J drink fecure, I Jleep fecure, even is though I bidpxfi the day of death, avoided the day of judgment, and ef- caped the torments of HeU-fire : / pliy and laugh, as though I wsre already triumphing in ike ^ngdom of Heaven, EPIG. 7. Get up, my foul ; Redeem thy flavifh cyoi From dfowzy bondage: O beware; bewUc: Thy Fo*$ before thee -, thou muft fight or fly; Life lici moft open in a dofed eye. C4 i^ Emhlemesj Book I. VIII. i^W" Ct ri/u ner.z: Book 1. Emlkmes. |J VIII. « LUKE 6. ^^ Woe he to you that laugh now , for ye fh all mourn and iveep, THe World's a popular difeafe, that reigns Within the froward heart and frintick brains Of poor diftcmper'd mortals, oft arifing From ill digcftion, through th'uncqoal poifing Of ill-wcigh'd Elements, whofe light direfts Malignant humours to malign effeSs : One raves and labours with a boyling liver; Rendi hair by handfuls, GjrfiDg Capii's quiver : Another with a bloody flux of oaths Vowi deep revenge : one dotes •' the other loaths : One frisks and fings, and vies a flagon more To drench dry cares, and make the Welkin rore; Another droops : the Sun-fhine makes him fad ; Heaven cannot pleafe : One*s mop'd ; the t other's mad : One huggs his gold ,* another lets it fly ; He knowing not for whom ; nor t'other why. One fpcnds his day in plots, his night ia play ; Another fleepg and flugs both night and day : One laughs at this thing ; t'other cries for that : But neither one nor t'other knows for what. Wonder of wonders ! What vt e ought t'evite As our difeafe, we hug as our delight : 'Tis held a fymptome of approaching danger. When difacquainted Senfc becomes a Stranger, And takes no knowledge of an old difeafe ; But when a Doifora grisf begins to pleafe The 34 Emhlemeu Book \ The unrcfifting fcnfe, it is a fear That death has parliM, and compounded there : As when the dreadful fhandV ers awful haad Pours forth a Vial on th'infefted land, A t firft th*afFrightcd Mortals quake and fear ; And every noife is thought the Thflndcrer : But when the frequent foul- departing BeB Has pav*d their ears with her familiar knell. It is reputed but a nine days wonder, They neither fear the ThundVer nor his Thunder. So when the world (a worfc difeafc) began To (mart for fin, poor new created Man Could feek for (belter, and his gcn'rous Son Knew by his wa^es, what his hands had done : But bold-fac'd Mortals in our blu(hlcfs limes Can fing and fmile, and make a fport of crimes, Tranfgrcfs of cuftom, and rebel in eafc j We falfe iov'urnici end require, rot half* this baft.' Unlefs that arm thou fodifdam'A, reprives thee, Alas thou needs inuft go; the devil delves thee. D 4 4$ Emlkmcsi XIL Book r is nopent me copm p 4S. Book i.^ Emhlemes. 49 XII. ISAIAH 66.11: Te may fuck, hut not he fatisfied with the hreaft of her coHfolatiott. WHat never fin'd? Be thy lips skrewM fo faft (theet Toth* earths full breaftpfor fhame,for Ihame unfcizc Thou tak*ft a furfet where thou fnould'ft but taft, And mak*ft too much not half enough to pleafe thee. Ah, fool, forbear ; thoufwailoweft at one breath Both food and poifon down ; thou draw'ft beth milk and (death. 2 The ub'rous breafts, when fairly drawn, repaft The thriving infant with her milkie floud, , But being ovcrftrain'd, return at laft Unwholfom gulps composed of wind and blood. A mod'rate ufe does both repaft and pleafe ; Who ftrains beyond a mean draws in and gulps difeafe. 3 But, Othat mean, whofe good the leaft abufc Makes ba<, is too too hard to be dirc^ed : Can thorns bring grapes, or Crabs a pleafmg juice? There's nothing wholfom, where the whole s infeficd. Unfeife thy lips : Earth's milk's a rip'ocd core. That drops from her difeafe, that matters from her fere, 4 . Think'ft thou that punch, that burlyeiout thy coat. Is thriving fat ; or flefh, that feems fo brawny ? Thy pauBch is dropfied and thy cheeks are bloat ; Thy lips arc whitc^ and thy complexion tawny ; Thy yo Ernhlemes, Book j Thy skin's a bladder blown with watry tumors; Thy fle(h a trembling bog, a quagmire full of humours. And thou whofe thrivelels hands, are ever ftraining Earths fluent breafts into an empty iieve. That al'vays haft, yecalways art complaining, ' And whin'ft for more then earth has power to give; Whofetreafure flows and fl^esaway as faft; That ever hjft, and haft, yet haft not what thou haft Go choofe a fubftancc. Pool, that will remain Within the limits of thy leaking meafure ; Or elfe 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 fwset, cor yet thy velTel found. What Icfs, than Fool, is man, to prog and plot. And iavifh out the cream of all his care. To gain poor feeming goods, wh'ch being got, Make firmpofleflion but a thorow fare; Or, i!^ they ftay, they furrow thoughts the dcep^ And being kept with care, they lofc their careful kccpc S. G R E ( Book I, Bn^hlemss. ^i S. GREG. Horn. 3. fecond. parte Ezech, // w." give more to thefl:jh then roe cuph', we nourijh an f • ttewy'j if To'ghe not 10 her necrjiiy vobit we ought ^ rvc de- ft roy 1 Cit7\'n : Thejl.'jh U to bgfjtuf.ed fo far m fvffces to eurj^ood; wh^fotrvcr ai'orvrtb fo much to her m to rnjke her p^Gud, knowctb jiof bovno be futUfied: To be fatufied u a JLreut art ; leQbj the faiieiy cf the flfjh we break fcrtb into the ir.i^uity of her foUj, HUGO de anima. Thf he^rt is ajmdlltbin^, but d'ftretb^reat mittcrs. It is nor fufficiiHt for a I(Jtes dinn-^r, yet the wbclc world is net fufficient for i' . EPIG. 12. .Vhat make? thee, Tod, fofjt? Fcol, ihrefobarc? ■fc Tuck the fcirfame rrilk, the fciNfame air : ^Jo mcran betwixt a.) paurch, ond ^k'n, a^dbonei* Che mean's a virtue ani the wcrid h:s none. if* EmUemes. XIII. Book t. Z\z r^zi/ii ftwncL ttmsrj)ii niiht ^\iL\ r ams S2. \ Book i; Emhlemes; 5^ xni. JOHN 3. 19. Men love darknefs rather than light , hecaufe their deeds are evil. LOrd, when we leave the world and come to Thee, How dun, how Aug are we ! How backward ! How prepofterous is the motion Of our ungaia devotion! Our thoughts arc Milftones, and our foals are lead. And ourdefires are dead ; Our vows are fairly promis d, faintly paid ; Or brdcen or not maie ; Our better work (if any good) attends Upon our private ends In whofe pcrformaace one poor worldly fcoflf Foils us or beati us off". If thy (harp 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 ? weloyter : clogg'd with mr* ? Wcftickor elfc retire ; A Iamb appears 3 Lion ; and we fear. Each bu(h we fee's a bear. When out dull fouls dire^ our thoughts to thee. The foft- pac'd fnail is not fo How as we ; "But at earth we dart our wingM defirc. We burn, we burn like fire. Like as the am'rous needle joys to bend To her magnctick fricad : Or 5:4 Emhlemes. Book i. Of as the greedy Lovers eye- balls fly At his fair Miftrifseyc ; So, fo we cling to earth ; we fl/ and puff, Yet flie not faft enough. If pleafure becken with her balmy hand, Her beck's a ftrong command : If honour caD us with a courtly breath : An hour's delay is death : If profits golden finger'd charms enveigles. We clip more fwifc thaa Eagles : ^ Let Aufcer weep, or bluftring Boreas rore Till eyes or lung^ be fere : Let Neptuae f«ell until his dropfy fides Burfc into broken tides : Nor threatning Uocks, nor Winds, nor Waves, nor Fire, Can cfub oar tierce defire ; Nor Fire, nor Rocks, can Itop your furious minds. Nor Waves, nor Winds How fafc and fearlefs do our footfceps flee ! Jhe light-foot Roc-buck's not (b fweet, as we. S. AUG. 3ock I. Emhlemes. jj S. AUGUST, fup. Pfal. 64. Two fevsraJ levers huilt i rrf fsvfraJ Cities ; the love of "' ' hxiliitb 1 ^:yu'2i:m ; the love of the roorli huildeib a, ,;? ; Let every one enquire cf limftlf rvhat hslo-jetby and i€ Jball rtfolv: bimfelf of whence he is a Citizen, s. AaGasa^.iiou9*confci: Ml things ITS driven by their orim vtgigbt^ end ten! to thit ton centtf ; Myroeiyh is rm Inv -. h^ ibn lam driven ivhi- . berfoever J an(4rh. lord, he hveth thee fbe Ufs-^^\tr hveth avf thing rvitb bee^ which ks hvctb not for tkte» ' EPIG. 13. .or J, fcourgs my Ai's. if (he fho-ild raakerohaff, Ud curb my Stag, if he fhould fly too h^ : : he be over-fci ifr, cr (he prove idle, ,c: Love lend him a fpar: Fear, her a bridle. jg EmhleMs*. Book I XIV- jJ CIS" Book I. Emhlemes. 57 XIV. PSALM 13.3. Lighten mb?e eyes, Lord, lejl Ijleep ths Jleep of death, IT Tli'c ne'r be morning ? Will thst promised li^^ht W Nc*r break, and ciear thofe clouds ol: nigh: ? Sweet Pbofper^ bring the day, whofc conqu'dng ray vlay chafe thefe fogs ; bweec Paofpcr^ bring the day. ^ow long ! Ko V loTig fha'l thefe benighted eyes Lan^uifh in fhades, like feeble fli^s ix?s£iing Spring ? How long llialldarknefs fuyl llz face of earth, and thtis begaile ^urfoul^oi fprighcful action ? When, when will day Begin to dawn, whofs cew born ray .Ijy ^ild tiie weather- cocks of our devotion. And give our unfoui'd fouls new motioa f Sweet Phojper^ bring the day, Thy li^ht will fray rhefw horrid raifts ? Sweet P^cjfrr bring ths d^y. ;.£t thofe have night that ILghly love t*>ramure Their cloyRer'd crimes, pfid fmfccure ; ;,ei: thoi'e have night that blufli to let men know The bafcEcfs chey ne'r blu(h to do ; Let ihofe have nighr, that love to havqa nap And Ion in Ignorances lap ; -ct thofe whofc eyes, like Owls, abhor the lij^ht. Let thofe have night tha: lo7e the night ; E Sweet 5S Emhlemes. Book Swctt Pho^er bring the day j How fad delay Afflifts dull hopes ? Sweet Pbojperi bring the day. Alas ! my light in vain expefting eyes Can find no objeS bst what rife From this pcor mortal blaze, a dying fpark Of ^w/tfin's forge, whofe flames are dark, A dangerous, a doll blew bwrning light. As melancholy as the night : Here's afi the Suns that gliffer in the Sphere Of earth : Ah me! What comfort's here ? Sweet Phaser bring the day ; Hafte, 'hafte away Heav'usloyt'ringlampj Sweet Pi&()^ffr, bring the day. Blow, Ignorance: O thou, whofe idle knee Rocks earth into a Lethargy, And with thy fboty fingers haft bedight The worlds fair checks, blow, blow thy fpight ; Since thou haft puft our greater Taper ; do PuiFon, ard out the leffertoo : If e're that breath- exiled fiame return. Thou hafl not blown, asitwillburn: %^eQtPbo(^fr. bring the day: Light will repay •^ The wrongs of night ; Sweet Pho^er, bring the day. a AUGUST. Book I. Emhlemcso 5-^ S. AUGUST, in Job. Ser. 19. God it aV to thee : If thou he hungry, be U brettd ; if thirfiji, ke u rvittr ; if darhefs, he U light ; // mhed) he is a robe of immortdity. A LANUS deconq.nat, God it a light that it never darhned ; An untotaried life tbit cannot die; a fountain always florving t a garden of life) dfeminaryof ivifdomj a. radical beginning of aUgoodnefs. EPIG. 14. My foul, If Ignorance pafF out this light, Shg'l do a favour that intends a fpight : *T feems dark abroad ; but take this light away. Thy window! will difcovcr break a day. E 2 6o Emllemes, Book I XV. i> '* T>ti^iXitatt^fi^'.'Tcr.:j^Xrtrcz.x rcCt^ui. Book I. Emllemes. 6i XV. REV. 12. ix; The Devil is come unto you, havhig great ivratky Iccaufe he knoweth that he hath hut a Jl'ort time. Lord ! can*ft thou fee and fcfFer ? is thy hand Stin bound to th' peace ? Shall earths black Monarch A tull pc>lTelTi in of thy wafted land ? O, 'jj ill thy flumb'ring vengeance never wake. Till full ag d law-refifticg Caftom fhake The Pillars of thy right by falfe command ? Unlock thy clouds, great Thund'rer and come do-.7n ; Behold thofe Temples wear thy facred Grown ; Redrefs, redrefs our wrongs ; revengc.revenge thy own. See h©w the boId'Ufurper rrouats the fe4t Of royal Majefty ; How overftrawing Perils with Pleafare, pointing ev'ry threat With bugbear death, by torments over-awing Thy frighted fubjca ; or by favcurss drawing Their tempted hearts to his unjuft retreat ; Lord can'ft thou be fo mila, and he fo bold ? Or can thy flocks be thriving, when the fold Is governed by the Fox ? Lord,"can'it thou fee and hold ? 3 That fwift-wing'd Advocate, that did commence Our welcome fuits before the King of Kings, E 3 That 6z Emllemes. Book i That fwectEmbaffador , that hurries hence What ay res th' harmonious foul or fighs or fings. See how (he flutters with her idle wings ; Her wings are dipt, and eyes put out by fenfe; Senfeconqu'rjjg Faith is now grown blind and cold. And bafcly craven'd, that in times of old Did conquer Hcay'n it fplf, do what th' Almighty could. Behold how double fraud does fcourge and tear A(lr.tx*s wounded fides, ploughed up, and rent With knotted cords, whofe fury has no ear ; See how fhe ftands a prisoner to be fcnt A Have intoettrinalbanifliment, 1 know not whither, O, I know not where : Her Patent njuft be canceil'd in difgrace ; And fweet-lipt Fraud, with her divided face, Muft aft Ajlrc^i'z part, muft take Ajircez's place. FditFs pinion's dipt ! And fair AHnei goae ? Quick feeing Faith now blind ? And fufiice fee ? Has 'fujlice now found wings : And has Fihh noner* What do we here ? Who would not wifn lo be DiiTolv'd '""rom earth, and with Aitraei flee From this blind dungeon to that Sua bright Throne ? Lord, is thy Scepter loft, or laid afide ? Is hell broke loofe, and all her fiends untied ? Lord;iife, and rouze, & rule, and crufh their furious pride. P ETER Book i^ Emlkmes, (J 3 P E T R. R. A V. in Matth; The Devil U the author of evil^ tbe fount lin of wich^dnefs, the idvs f fir y of the truths the corrupter of the World, mins perpetujl enemy ; he plmtetb fn:ires^diggetb ditches, jfurretb bodies, ke^oaietb fouls, hefuggrftetb thoughts, beJcheth ivgtr- expofetb virtues to hitred, makftb vices belovsi.fotoeth errors^ nourifhetb comentioH^difturbetb peace, aad fatteretb affeclion, M A C A R. Let UA [uffer with tiofe tbitfuffer : And be crucified, xoi:^ thofe that are crucified, that we may bs glorified vfith tbofc that are glorified, SAVANAR. If there be no enemy ^no fight j if no fight, no vinery ; if no vi^ory^ no crown. EPIG. i^, My foul, fit thou a patient looker on ; Judge Hot the play before the play is done : Her plot has many changes : Every day Speaks a new Scene ; the laft aft crowns the Play, E 4 Emllemes. Jbook X. >iic mnine. ItimerL cutkmpit.!! 6s THE SECOND BOOK- I. I S AI AH 5-0. II. ToH that walk in the l%ht of your own fire ; and tr the [parks that ye have kindled ^ ye jhatl lie down inforrow. I DO, fillyCM/)/^, f^iufFand trim Thy falfe, thy feible li^hr. And make hsr felf-ccnfumlng flames more bright ; MethiRks fhe burns too dim. Is this that fprigbtly fire, Whofc more th^n facrcd beams infpire I The ravifht hearts of men, aad fo inflame defire ? 2 See, Boy, how thy unthrlfcy blaze Conlumes, how faft fhe wains; • She fpends her felf, and her, whoH; wealth maintains Her w-^aV, her idle rays. Cannot thy luftfal blaft Which gave it luftree, make it laft ! (fafc. What heart can long be pleas'd, where pleafare fpends fo 3 Go, Wanton, place thy palcfac'd light Where never breaking day Intends to vjftt mor.ais, or difplay Thy fallen (hades o\ right : Thy torch will burn more clear In nights un-Titan'd Hemifphere ; -Hcav cs fcornful flames and thine can never co-appear. In 6^ Emhlmes. Book x. In vain thy bufie hands addrefs Their labour to difplay Thy cafie blaze within the Verge of dayj The greater drowns the lefs : If Heav'ns bright glory fhine. Thy glim'ring fparks mufc needs refign ; PufF out hcav'ns glory then,or heav'n will work out thine* Go^ Cupid's rammifh Pander, go, Whofe dun, whofe low defirc Can find fufficient warmth from Natures fire. Spend borrowed breath, and blow. Blow wind made fcrong with fpight ; When thou haft pufc the greater light Thy lefler fpark may fliine,and warm the new- made night. Deluded Mortals, tell me when Your daring breath has blown Hcav'ns Taper out, and yon have fpent your ownji What fire (hall warm you then ? Ah fools, perpetual night Shall haunt your Souls with Stygian fright, Where they fhall boil in flames, but flames ftiaH bring no] (light.! S, AUGUST! Book xl Emhlemes. 6y S. AUGUST. The fuffi:isncy of mymsrit^ is to lnov> that my merit is not fujpcient. S. GREG. Mor. 2$. By horo much the Jefs man Jeetb himfelf, hy fo much the Je[s be difpleafetb himfeJf; and by borv much the more he fectb the light of Grace f by fo much the more be dij'diinetb the light of nature, S. GREG. Mor. The light of the underfianding, humility hindktb, andpride foveretb. E P I G. I. Thou blow'ft heav'cs fire, the whilTc thou goVt about, Rebellious fool, in vain to blow it out : Thy folly adds confufion to thy death ; Heav ns fire conrounds, when fanu'd with Follies breath, 68 Entllemei, Book II. ^ f JJcnec iotum eKpUat or fern. <^8 Book 2. Emhkmes. 6^ 11. ECCLES. 4-8* There is no end of all his lahoury neither is his Eye fatisjied with Riches, a How our wid'ncd arras can ovcr-ftretch Their own dimenfions ! How our hands can rca;h eyond their diftance/ How cur yielding breaft an fhrink to Be more full, and full poiTeft Df rhis icferiour Orb i How earth rcfin'd an ding to fordid earth ! How kind to kind ! .Ve gape, we grafp, we gripe, and ftoie to ftorc j nough requires too much ; too much craves more. /Ve charge our fouls fo fore beyond their ftint. That we recoil or burfc ; the bufie Mint Of our laborious thoughts is ever going, \nd coyning new defires ; dsfires not kaowicg Vhere next to pitch, but like the boundlefs Ocean ain, and gain ground, and grow more ftroag by motion^ The p2!e-fac*d Lady of the black ey*d night •irft tips h;r horned brows witheafie light, Vhofe curious train of fbaagled Nimphs attire ier next nights glory with increafmg lire ; iach Ev'ning adds more lufcre, and adorns The growing beauty of her grafping horns : he fucks and draws her brother's golden ftore, Intil her glutted orb can fuck no more, •v'n to the Vuhure of infatiate minds tin uan.s, and wanting fetki, and feekingfiids >Icw fewei to increafe herrav'nous fire, The grave is fooner cioy'd thsn mens defire • Yccrofs the Seas, and midf: her waves we burn, rraflfporting lifes, percbaace that n'lc ret jrn ; We 7^ Emllemes, Book z^ Wc f4Ck, we rarifack t ) tfte iitmoft fands Of Batiye kingdoms, and of forrcign lands; We travel Sea and Soil, we pry, we proul. We progrefs, and we prog from pole to pole : We fpend our mid-day fwcat, our midoight oyl. We tire the night in thought, the day in toil : We make Art fervile, and the Trade gentile, (Yet both corrupted with ifjgenious guile) ; To compafs earth, and with her empty fcore To fin our arms, and grafp one handful more ; Thus fetking reft, our labours never ceafe. But as our years, our hot df fires increafe : Thus we, poof little Worlds ! with blood find fvveat In vain attempt to comprehend the great ; ThuSj in our gain become we gainful lofers, Acd whaL's enclos'd. enclofes the enclofcrs. Now Header clofe thy book, and then advife^ Be wifely worldly, be not worldly wife ; Let not thy nobler thoughts be always raking The world's bafe dunghil ; vermin's took by taking : Take heed thou truft not the deceitful lap Of wanton Z?f/r/;zif) ; The world's a Trap; HUGO Book 2. Emllemesi HUGO de anima. TeUmf tohere b: thofenorv- that fo hteJy loved and huggd the world ? S.othing remaineth of them but duH and worms ; Obferve rvbat thcfe msn were ; whit thofe men are : Thsy wsre like thee ; they did e^t, drinh, lau^h, and led merry diys ; and in a moment jlipt into tell. Here their jU^ is food for worms; there their Souls are jewel for fre^ till theyjhallbe rejoynedin an unhappy feuowjhipy and ca/i into eternal torments ; where they that were once compxnii,ns in fin^ JIull be hereafter pxrt- tiers in punijhment. EPIG. J. Gripe, Cupid, and gripe ftill, until that wiod, Thar s pent before, fin-J fecref vent behind • And whrnth'afldon?. hark here, I tell thee what Before 1 le truft thy arraful^ Tie truit that. ' Emhkfnes. Book TTf. J\^n arnat tfte ; Czd, kcanat amor. 7Z Book X. Emhlemes, 73 III. JOB 18.8; He is caft into a net ly his oxon feet^ and walketh upon afnare. WHat ? nets and quiver too ? What need there aU Thefe flic dcvicei to betray poor men ? Die chcy not faft enough when thoufandsfalJ Before thy dart ? What need thcfe engines then ? Attend they not, and anfwer to thy caH, Like nightly coveys where thou lift and when ? Whataceds a ftratagem where ftrcngth can fway ? Or what needs ftrength compcl.where none gainfay* Or what needs ftratagem or ftrength, where heart! obey? Husband thy (lights : It is but vain to wafte Honey on thofe that will be catch *d with gall ; Thou canft not, ah ! the canft sot bid fo faft As men obey : Thou art more flow to call, Then they to come ; thou canft not make fuch haft. To ftrike, as they being ftruck make haft to fall. Go fave thy nets for that rebellious heart That fcorns thy pow'r, and has obtained the art ^'avoid thy flying (haft, to quench thy fi'ry dart. Loft mortal, howisthy diftruftion fure, between two bawds, and both without rcmorfc! F Thf 74 Emllemes. Book z. The on's a Line, the t'other is a Lure • This to intice thy foul ; that to enforce ! Way-laid by both, how canft thou ftand fccure ? That draws ; this wooes thee to th* eternal cur fe. O charming Tyrant^ how liaft thou bcfeol'd And flav'd poor tnan, that would not if he could Avcii thy line, thy lure; nay could not if he would ! Alas, thy fweefe perfidious voice betrays His wanton ears with thy Syrenian baits ; Thou wrapeft his eyes in mifts, then boldy lays Thy Lethal gins before their chryftal gates; Thou lok'ft up ev*ry fenfc with thy falfe keys, AH wining pr:s'ners to thy clofe deceits : His ear mo't nimble, where it deaf fhould be, Hiseyemoftblindjwheremoftitoughttofee, (free And when his heart's moft bound,then thinks himfclf moft Thou grand Impoflor, how haft thou obtain'd The wardfflip of the world ? Arc al] men turn'd Idiots and Lunaticks ? Are all retained Beneath thy fervile bands ; is none return'd To his forgotten felf ? Has none regained His fenfes ? Are their fenfes all adjournM ? What none difmift thy Court ? Will no plump fee Bribe thy falfe fift> to make a glad decree, V unfool whom thou haft foordj& fet thy pris'ners free? S, BERN. Book ^\ Emhlemes. 79 S. BERN, in Ser. In this Tv^rlJ. is much treschery, link trti'h, here dU things dre trips ; fV^ every thing is befrt jvithfriarea 5 here fouls arc endangered, to.ii^s ire ajpi^cd^ hen all things art virity and vexiiicu of jji'-ir. EPIG, 2» .Kay, Cupid, pitch thy trammel, where thou pkafcj Thou canft not fail to take fuch fifh as thefe ; Thy thriving fport will ne'r be fprnt : no reed To fear, wbenevVy cork'i a world, thourc fp€cd# F 3 7^ Emhlemes] Book %\ IV. Qr^^^^^Jra^tum^jfiju^^J^ ,,^ Book zl Emllemes] 7jr IV. HOSE A 13. 3. They fhall he as the chaff that is driven with a whirlwind out of the floor , and as the fmoke out of the Chimney. 1]]^Lint-heartcd Stolcks, you, whofc marble eyes . Contemn a wrinkle, and whofe foals dcff ifc To follow natures too afFecled fafhion. Or travel in the Regent walk cf Paflion ; Whofe rigid hearts difdain to (hriak at fears. Or play ac faft and loofe, with fmiles and teafs ; Come burft yourfpleens with laugther to behold A new found vaoity, which days of old Ne'r knew : a vanity, that has befet The world, and made more (laves than Mahomet: That has condemn'd us to the fervile yoke Of (lavery, and made us (laves to fmoke. But ftay ; why tax I thus our modern times, For new-born follies, and (or new-born crimei? Are we fole guilty, and the firft age free ? No, they were fmok'd and (lav'd as well as we : Cfare What's Cvaect-Mpt Honours blaft,but ftioke ? What's trea- But very fmoke ? And what iQore fmoke than pleafure ? Alas ! they're all but (hadows, fumes, and bla(ts. That vanifhes, this fades, the other waftcs. The reftlefs Merchant, he that lovet to fteep His brains io wealth, and lays his foul to deep In bags of Bullion, fees th* immortal crown, And fain would mount, but Ingots keep him down: He brags to day, perchance, and begs to morrow : He lent but now. wants credit now to borrow ; F 3 Blow 78 Emllemes: Book z, Blow winds, the treafure*s gone, the mer Jiant's broke A (lave to filver's but a flaveto fmoke. Behold the Glory.vyin^ child of fame, That from deep wounds fuck fucJf an honourM name, That thinks no purchafe worth the ftile of good. But what is fold for* fweat, and feal'd with biood ; That for a point, a blaft of empty breach. Undaunted gaz ?s in the face of death ; Whofe dear bought bubble, fiird with vain renown, Breaks with a phillop, or a Gen*rals frown : His ftroke.got Honour, fcaggars with a fcroke ; A flave to honour, is a flave to fmoke. And that fond fool, which wafces his idle days In loofe delights, and fports about the blaze Of Cupias Candle ; he that daily fpics Twin babies in his Mlftrifs Geminks, Whereto his fad devotion does impart The fweet burnt'offerirg of a bleeding heart : See, how his wings are findgM in Cyprian fire, Whofe flames conlume with youth, in age expire ; The World's a bubjle, all the pleafures in it. Like morning vapours vjnifli in a miiwte : The vapoura vanilh, and the bubble Vbrokc ; A (lave to pleafure, is a Have to fmoke. Now, Stoick, ceafe thy laughter, and repafc Thy pickled cheeks with tears, faad weep as faft, a HIERON. Pook zl Emllemes, ^^ S. HIERON. That rich mm U gni*^ vrh-} ihir.Uib writ himfcJf ^ireit, be- exufe be is rich : .^s p^oui -r^r. (who is the poor mdn) brdg^ctb ouivfjrdljiy but bigg^ih hwardJjiBe is blown «;?, but noifuV, PET^. RAV. yexvhn ipi inguijh accompiny riches and honour: the pomp of the n^rJd, and the favour of xhi people, are but fmole ; dad a blaft juddenly viniprtng : Wbicb if they com- fnorjji uaafe, commonly brin^ repentance^ and for a miHU*re of jof, they bring an age of forrojv. EPIG. 4. Ctfpii, thy diet's ftrange: It dulls, itrowzes, It cools, it heats, it binds, and then it loofes .• DuU-fprightly-cold- hot fool, if ev'r it winds thee Into a liofcneft once, takeheei, it binds thee. F 4 So Emhkmesi Book y. ^^-. O: r oru onme auocLmc micat awwti 'J 1/ Book il Emhlemes. ti V. P R O V. aj. s- Wilt thou fet thine eyes upon that which is not ? for riches make themfelves ivings, they flie away as an Eagle. I FAlfc world, thou ly'il: : thou eanft not lend The Icaft delight : Jhy favours caooot gain a Friend, They are io flight: Thy morning pleafures make an end To pleafc at night .• Poor are the wants that thou fupply'ft : , And yet thou vaunt'ft, aad yet thou vy'A C^Y*^- WitluHeavcft ; fond earth thou boafts *, falfe world thou Thy babllng tongue tells golden tales Of endlefs treafure ; Thy bounty offers eafie Tales Of lafting pleafurc ; Thou askTc tke Confcience whac (he ails, And fwearVt to eafe her: There*s none can want where thou fupply'ft .• There*s none can give where tbou deny Yt« Alas, fond world thou boafcs j falfe world thou ly'ft. What weB advlfcd ear regards What earth can fay ? Tliy words are gold, but thy rewards Arc painted clay ; Thy Si Emhlemes. jBook li Thy cunniflg can but pack the cards Thou canft not play : Thy game at wcakeft ftill fliou vyTc ; , If fcen, and then revy*d, denyTc ; Thou art not what thou feem'fc : falfe world, thou \f^z, 4 Thy tinfil bofome feeras a mint, Of new.c«in*d trcafurcj A Paradifcr, that has no ftint, No change, no meafure ; A painted cask, kut nothing in'c, Nor wealth, nor pleafurc: Vain earth ! that falfly thus comply Tc With man: Vain man! that thou relyTc On earth : Vain man thou dot*fc : Vain earth thou ly'fc. $ What mean dull fouls, in this high meafure To haberdafh In earths bafe wares, whofe greateft treafure Is drofs and trafb ? The height of whofe inchantiog pleafurc Is but a flafh ? Are thefe the goods that thou fupplvfc Us mortals with ? Are thefe the highTc ? Can thefe bring cordial peace ? falfe world thoy lyVr. PET? Book 2. Emhlemes. Sj PET. B L E S. The world is deceit fuh Htr end is doubt fnl; Her concJufien is lorriblt \ hr ^ii 'gi is tcnible ; And h:r pur.ijJym^.Kt is iM' S. AUGUST, lib. Confeff. Tks viin glory of this world is a. deceitful fweetnefs.a fruits '4fs hoour, A perpetual fsir, a djngerciis honour : //tr begin- HM'J is without providcnct, andber end not without repsntanfe. EPIG. ^. Vorld, th* art a Travtor : thou haft ftampt thy bafe \nd chyrakk metal with great dsfar's face, \ncl with thy baftard-^riion thou haft battcr'd 'or wares of price ; how yiC:\y drawn and quartered ! i «4 Emlkmcs. Book %\ VI. Jtc dectpit prbts . 84 Jook z\ Emhkmes] Sj* VI. JOB 15.31. Let not him that is deceived trufi in vanity, for vanity Jhall he his reeompence. BElieve her not, her glafs diffufei Falfc portraitures : thou canft efpi* Jo true reflexion : She abufes Her mif-inform*d beholders eye ; Her Chryftal's falQy fteelM : it fcatters •eceitful beams. Believe her not, (he flatters. his flaring mirour reprefents No right proportion, view or feature : ;er very looks are complements ; They make thee fairer, goodlier, greater : The skilful glofs of her reflexion at paints the Context of thy couife complcxiono 'ere thy dlmenfion but a ftrlde. Nay, wert thou'ftatur'd but a fpai, ich as the longbill'd troops defi*d, A very fragment of a man ? She*l make thee Mimas, which ye wlU, 'he Jovfflain Tyrant, or th'Jonick hill. 4 ad furfets, or th'ungraclous Star Confpir'd to make one common place m ^^ Emhlemes. Book Of all deformities that are Within the volumccf thy face. She'd lend thee favpur fhould out-move The rroj*- bane B'ellcn^ or the Queen of Love. 5 Were thy confam'd eftate as poor As Liirui or affliaed f<>b\ : Shee'l change thy wants to fceming ftorc. And rum thy rags to purple robes ; Shec'i make thy hide bound flani^ appear As plump as theirs that feaft it all the year. 6 Look cff, let not thy Opticks be Abu^M : thou feeft n^t what thou fhouId*ft ; Thy fc'i'i the ohj-ft thou ihouIdVt fee, But *cis thy (hadowthoa belibldVt: And fhadoas thrive the more in ftature. The nearer we approach the light of naEuie. 7 Where Heav ns bright beams look more dire^. The fhadow (hrinks as they grow ftronger : But when they glance their fair afpe^t, The bold-fac'd (hade grows larger, longer : And when their lamp begins to fall, Th'increafing fliadows lengthen moTw of all. 8 The foul that ftek; the nocn of grace, Shiinksin, but fwells if grace retreat; As heav'n lifts up, or veils his face. Our felf-efreems grow lefs or great. The leaft is greatefr, and who (hall Appear the greattfr, arc the leaft of all. HUGO Book 2^ Emllemes. 87 HUGO lib. ,dc anima. In viin be Itfteth up the eye of his heart to behold his God, whc is notfirfi rightly advifed w behold himfdf: Fjrjly thou mufi fee the vifible thifigs of thy [elf , before thou canjibi prepared to Inorv the invijible things of God ; for // thou cmSi not apprehend the things rviihin thee , tbou cinfi not comprehend the things above thee : the bej} looking gUh vkerein to fee thy God, is perfe^lj to fee thy felf. . EPIG. 6. Be not deceiv'd great Fool : there is n© lofs In being fmall ; great bulks but fwell with drofs. Mao is he^v'ns Mafcer-p ece - If it appear More great, the vilu'^ Is^s; if lefs^ more dear. 88 Emhlemes. Book i. VIL lm0 Book z. EmMeir.es. 8^ VII. DEUTERONOMY 30. 19. Ihavefet hefore thee life and death, hkffing and turfing, therefore chovfi life, that thou and thy feed may Ifve. THe world's a Ftdor, whofe rvrelling heaps retaio The frtidglcd wages of the PlgughmanS toti; The vtfdrld'i a hfcap, wb»fe yet unwintlowed grain Is lodg'd with chaftand buried in her foyl j Anthidgi are mixt, th^ tfcful with the vain ; Tfic go0d with badj the faobic with the rile ; The world'^an Ark, vf herein things pure and groS Prefeftt \M\i loCj-ful gait, and gainful lofs, Where c\*iy dram of gold contains a pound of drofs. This furfiifhM Ark prefents the greedy view With an thit eaith can give, or Heav'ncan add ; Here lafting joyes; here pleafures hourly new. And hourly fading, may be wilh'd and had : ^D points of Honour, counterfeit and true, Salute thy foul, and wealth both godd and bad: Here maiflthou opsn wide the two leav»i door Of an thy wifhes, to receive that ftore .Ifeich being empty mofl, does overflow the mor*. Cumt 90 Emhlemes* Book z. Come then my foul, approach this royal Burfe, ^nd fee what wares our great Exchange retains ; Come, come ; here's that ffiall make a firm divorce Beiwixt thy wants and thee, if want complains; No need to (it in coiincil with thy purfe. Here's nothing good (hall coft more price than pains ; But O my foul take heed, if thou rely Upon thy faithlefsOpticks, thou wilt buy Too blind a bargain : Know, fools only trade by th* eye. The worldly wifdom of the fcolilh mao Islikeafieve, that dees alone retain The gr offer fubftanceof the worthlefs brain: But thcu, my foul, let thy brave thoughts difdaln So courfe a purchafe, O be thou a fan To purge the chaff, and keep the winnow*d grain : Make clean thy thoughts, and drcfsthy mixtdefires Thou art Heav'ns tasker ; and thy God requires, Thcpureft of thy floor, as well as of thy fires. tet grace conduft thee to the paths of peace, And wifdom blefs the fouls unbicmifh'd ways^ ■ No matter then, how (hort or long*s the leafe, VVhofe date determines thy felf numbred days: No need to care, foi; wealth's or fame's incr«afe. Nor Mifs his Paim^^ nor high Apollo's Bays.- Lord, if thy gracrpiis. bounty pleafetofiU Thei'flcor of 'my detires, and teach me skill To drefs and chuTethe corn,takc thofc the chaff that will. S. AUGU5T. Book z. Emllemes: .^i S. AUGUST, lib. i, de doa. Chrifti. Temporihhings more nvijh in the expeSations tbin infruU tioi : But thingi eternal more in the fruhJoa than txps^ition. Ibidem. The life of msn U the middle bctwten An^eh ind Beifir. if min tdhs pksfure in carral tkingsjbe it ccmpirsd to beifts-but if hi ddi^ht in ^irimii things^ he isfuited with Angels, EPIG. 7« Art thou a child ? Thou wilt not then be fed, But like a child, and with the chiidreni bread : But thou arc fed with chaff", or corn undrcft : My foul thou favQuc it ceo much of the beaft . G 2 Emhlemes. Book X. VIIL J/liec cuumantpuet^os cvtnhaia;at uutvtros K. Book t) ^mlUmes] 93 VIII. PHILIPPIANS 3. 19? They mind earthly things y lut our converfa* tion is in Heaven. Venui, IHv.CupU. ren, \T 7Wat mcani this peevifh babe ?Whifti, laUaby, VV ^Vhat ails my b^? What alls ray babe to cr^B Will DC thing ftin it <* Will it neither be PleasM with the nurfes brcaft, nor mother^ knee ? What ails my bird f What moves my forward boy To make fucti whimp rmg faces ? Peace, my joy" : Will nothing- do ? Come, come, this pcltilh brat. Thus cry and brawl, and cannot tell for what f Come bufs and friends, my lamb % whiih 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 tears ; Come fmile upoa me : Let thy mother fpie Thy fathers image in her babies eye : Husband thefe guilty drops againft thee rage Of harder fortunes, and the gripes of age; Thine eye's not ripe for tears : Whifh lullaby ; What ails my babe, my fweet fac'd babe to cry k Look, look, what's here ! A dainty golden thing : See how the dancing bslls turn round and ring To pleafe my bantling ! Here's a knack will breed An hundred kifTes i Here's a knack indeed. G 3 So '94 Emile^s] Book So, no J and ivhere will you leave your glory > Is this that jolly God, whofe Gypfian bow Has (ho: fo many Bamiag 4arts, And made fa many wounded Beauties go Sadly perplex'd with whimp'riag hearts ? Is this that Sov'reign Deicy that brings The flaviih world in awe, asd fcings (Kings ? The blundring ibuls of fwains, and fcops the hearts ot What Circean charm, what Hecate-aa fpight Has thus abus'd the God of love ? Great fcve was vanquifh'd by his greater might ; (And who is firongcr-arm^d than ^ove) Or has our luftful god perform'd a Rape, And (fearing Mj^us eye?; would fcape The view of jealous earth, in this prodigious (hape ? 3 Where be thofe rofie cheeks, that lately fcorn'd The malice of injurious Fates ? Ah, Where's that pearl Percullis that adorn*d Thofe dainty two-leav'd Ruby gates? Where be thofe kiiiiogeyeSj that fo contror4 The world ? And locks ^hat did infold like knoti of flaming wire, like curies of burniflh'd gold ? No. 93 Emhlemes. Book No, no, 'twas neither Hecatean fpite. Nor charm below, nor poviV above ; *Twas neither Cir/;ej fpcll, nor Stygian ffci'fit. That thus transform*d our God of Love, ' Twas pwI-eyM Luft (morcpocenc far than they) WHofe eyes and actions hate the day ; Whom all the world obfervCj whom all the world obey. See how the latter Trumpets dreadful blafc AflFiights ftout MiTs his trembling Ton ! See, how he fcariles ! how he ftands agafr. And fcrambles from his melting Throne ! Hark, how the direful hand of vengeance tears The fwek'ring clouds, whilft Heav'n appears A circle fiti'd with flame, and-ccntred with his fears. 6 This is that day, whofe oft report hath worn Negle^ed tongues of Prophets bare ; The faithlefs fubjeft of the worldlings fcorn, Thefumcf MenandAcgels pray'r i This, this the d^y, whofe All-difcerning light Ranfacks the fecret dens of night. And fevers good from bad ; true joys from falfe delight, 7 You grov'ling worldlings, you, whofe wifdom trades Where light ncv'r fhot his golden ray. That hide your actions in Cimmerian fliades. How will your eyes endure thij day ? Hills will be deaf, and mountains will not hear; There be no caves, no corners there, Cfear. Tolhadcyour fouls from fire, to Ihicld your hearts from HUG O. 3ook 2. Emllemes. 99 HUGO. O the extreme loithfomaefs of flejhly Juf$y which not onlf 'ffeminstes the mind, but enerves the body ; which not only iiftaiaetb the foul, but difguifeth tbeperfon ! Jt is ufheredwitb ■ury and wintonneji *, it 14 accompanied with pltkinefsand uit' kaanefs ; and it it followed with grief and rfpentunct. E P I G. 9. A^hat? fwect fac*d C«p/i, has thy baftard-treafurej rhy boaOed honours and thy bold.fsc'd pleafure ?crplex'd thee now ? ] told thee long ago, rowhatchey'd bring thee, fool, To wit, to woe. IfQ EmhUms^ B^ob i\\ X. Book i* £mlkmes. loi X. NAHUM 2.io: She is empty, andvoiJ, and wafte. SHc*i cmptY : bar k? ftc foundf, there'* nothing there But Boifs CO fill thy car j Thy vain enquiry can at length but find A bUft of raurm'ring wind : Jt is a caskj that feeoiB as fun, as fair > But mecrly tunn'd with air ; Fond youth, go build thy hopes on better grousdi: The feul that vainly founds Her joys upon this world but feeds on empty founds* She's empty: hark, (he founds: there nothing in't,' The fpark-ingendring flint Shan fooQcr melt, and hardefc nunce IhaU firfc Diflblve and quench thy tbirfc, E'rc this falfe world (hall ftill thy fcormy breafc With frnootb-fac'd calms of reft ? .Thou mayCt as well expeft Meridian lighc From (hades of black-mouth'd night, As 20 this empty world to find a fuUddight. Shc'i lOi Emllemeu Book She*s empty: hark, fhefonnds; »tis void and vafc; Whac if fome fbtt'ring blaft Of flatuous honour fhould perchance be there. And vyiiirper in thine eat ? It is but wind, and blows but where it lift. And vanifhech like a mift. Poor honour earth can give ! What gcn'rous mind Would he fo bafs to bind Her Heav*n-bred foul a (live to ferve a blafc of wind ' She'i empty : hark, Ihe founds : 'tis but a ball For fools to play withall: The painted film but of a fcrongcr 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 paint, Aquefchoufeof complaint: It is a faint, a fiead, worfe fiend, when moft a faint. Sht'i empty : hark, fhe founds : 'tis vain and void. What's here to be enjoy 'd But grief and ficknefs, and large bills of (brrow , Drawn now, and crofs'd to morrow ? Or what are men, but pufFsof dying breath. Revived with living death ? Fond lad, O build thy hopes on furer grounds Then what dull flefh propounds : Truft not this hollow world,(hc*s empty : hark.lhe founds. S. C H R Y S. Book 2. Emblemed. 103 S. C H R Y S. in Ep. ad Heb. Contemn riches^ and tboujhih Be rich ; eontemn ^hrj And. tboujhdlt be glorkus ; contemn iu juries, andtkou fiih be a conqueror ; contemn reft^ and thou Jhah gain reft ; eontemm eirtb, and thou Jh jit fnd Heaven, HUGO lib. de Vault, mundi. Tbe roorld is a. vttitf tobicb affordetb neither beauty to tbe amorous, nor reward to tbe hborious^ nor encouragement to tbe indujtrious. EPIG. 10. This Houfe is Co be let for life or years ; Her rent is forrow, and her Income tears : Cufii^ 'c has long fcood void ; her bilis make kaowo. She mufc be dearly lec ; or \ti slone. 104 Emllemes. XI. Book z\ 'Ef-f-as kac itur ud UL Book 1. Emilefnes. 105* XI: MATTH. 7. 14. Narrow ii the way that ieadeth unto lifcy and few there hethatjfi'nd it. PUcpoft'rous fcolj thon trouPft Jimifs ; Thou err*il ; that's not tbfe *ay, *cis thfe t Thy hopes inftructed by thine eye, Make thee appear more near Cfako I; My floo'er is not fo flat, fo fine. And has more obvious nrbs then thine : 'Tis true my way is hard and ftrair. And leads me through a thorny gate : Whofe rankling pricks are fharp and fell ? The Common way to Hcav'n's by hell : •Tis true ; thy path is (hort and feir, And free from rubs : Ah, fool beware. The fafeft road's not always ev'n ; The way to Hell's a feeming Hea?*n: Think*ft thou the Crown of Glory's bad With idlceafe, fond Cyprian lad ? Think'ft thou, that mirth, and vain delights High feed, and (hadojv.fhortning nights. Soft knees, fuD bones and beds of down. Arc proper prologues to a Crtwn ? Or canft thou hope to come and view. Like profperous C^jir^ and fubdue ? The bondflavc Ufurcr win trudge Ifl fpightDf Gonti will turn a drudge, Andfcrvc his foul condemning purfc, .T'increafe it with the widows curfc ; H And jo6 Emllemes. Booki, And (hall the crown of glory ftand Not worth the waving of an hand Theflefhly wanton to obtain His minute-luft, will count it gain To loofe his freedom, his eftatc. Upon fo dear, fo fwcct a rate ; Shall pleafures thus be priz'd, and muft Heav'nj Palm be cheaper than a luft ? The true-bred fpark, to holfc hii name Upon the waxen wings of fame, Will fight undaunted in a floud That's rais'd with brakifli drops and blood Aod (hall the prorais'd crown of life Be thought a toy, not worth aftrife ? An enfie good brings eafie gains ; But things of price are bought with pains : Thepleafing way isnot the right: He that would conquer Hear'n muft fight. a HIERON Book 2. Emhlemes. 107 S. HIERON. inEp. No Idhour is hiri^ no time is Jong, wherein the glory of Eternity ii the mirk we kvel if. S. GREG. lib. 8. Mor. Thevihur nf a jufl min U to conquer tbejkjhf to contfi- dicl his ovfn v?il\ to quench the dsU^hts of this prefent lifg, to endure and love the miferiesof this world for therer^ard of A better, to camtemn the fitter ies of pro^eritj^ and inwxrdly w over corns the fe sirs of aJverfty, E P I G. II. Cupid, if thy fmoother way were right, 1 (hould miftruft this Crown were counterfeit : The way's not eafie where the Prize is great : 1 hope no virtues, where I fmell no fweat, H 2 io8 EmhlemeSi XII. Ji"S ^ cruce tat lecurus amor. Book ^. EmlUmes] lOp xn. G A L A T. 6: 14. Co J for a J that I Jhould glory, fave in the Crofi. CAn nothiog fettle my uncertain breaft. And fix my rambling love ? Can my afledions find out nothing beft p But ftil] and ftill remove ? Has earth no mercy <* Will no Ark of reft Receive my reftleft Dove ? Is there no good, than which there's nothing higher, To blefs my fall defire With joys that never change ; with joys that neV expire. I wanted wealth ; and at my dear rcqueft. Earth lent a quick fupply; I wanted mirth to charm my fallen breaft ; And who more briflc than I ? I wanted fame to glorifie the re*t • My fame fie*- eagle- high : My joy not fuDy ripe, but aL' cca . *1 ; Wealth vanifh'd like a fhade, My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade. The world's an Occaa, hurnVd too and fro V/ith cv'ry blaft of paflion : ^ H 3 Her no Emllemes, Book %\ Her luflful ftreamSj when either ebb or flow. Are tides of mans vexation : They alter daily, and they daily grow The worfc by alteration : The earth's a cask full tunn'd, yet wanting meafure ; Her precious wine is pkafure ; Her yeft is honours puff j her lees^re worldly {reafare. . 4 My truft is in the Crofs: let beauty fiag Her loofe, her wanton fail ; Let countenance- guilding honour cea(e to brag In courtly terms, and vail ; Let ditch-bred wealth henceforth forget to wag Her bafe, though golden tail ; Falfe beauties conqueft, is but real lofs. And wealth, but golden drofi ; Eeft honour's but a blaft : my truft is in the Crofs, My truft is in the crofs * There lies my reft ; My faft, my fole delight: Let cold-mouch*d Boreas, or the hot mouthM Eaft Blow till they burft with fpight: Let earth and Hell confpire their worft, their be ft, And joyn their twifted might ; Let (howrs of thunder-bolts dart down, and wound me And troops of friends furround mc, AH this may wel] confront; all this (hall ne*r confound mc« S. AUG. Book 2. Emhkrties. Ill S. AUGUST. Cbrifi^s Crofs is tie Chrifcrofs of all cur bipphefs : It deli- vers its from tU blininefs. of error ^ And enriches our dirinefs with light \ it reftoretb the troubled foul to reft ', It bringetb firjngcrsioGois icnuiinta.nce : It mxlexb remote forreigners rteir neighbours ; it cutte^h off dijcord ; condudetb a league of everhfting peiee ; and is the bounttous author of all good. S. B E R N. in $er. de Refur. We find glory in the Crofs ; to us that are f rued, it U the power of Godf and the fulnefs of all venues. EPIG. 12. I follow 'd reft, rtft fled and foon forfeok me 1 ran from grief, grief ran and overtook me. What ftiall I do f left I be too much toft Oa worldly croffes. Lord, let me be croft. H4 I XX Emhlemes. BooK i. Xllf. ^osiQHiCier.x'(D. 'aetnorL ttz Book u Emhkmes. nj XIII. PROV. z6. II. As a dog returneth to his vomit, fi a fool returneth to his folly. OI am wounded ! and my wounds do fmart Beyond my patience, or great Chiron s art ^ I yeild, I yeild ; the day, the Palm is thine j Thy bow's more true j thy ftaft's more fierce than mine. Hold, hold, O hold thy conqu'ring hand* What need To fend more darts ? the firft has done the deed : Oft have we ftrng§led, when our e^ual arms Shot equal (hafts, inflifted equal harms 5 But this exceeds, and with her flaming head, Twy.fork*d with death, has ft ruck my confcience dead. But mnft I die ? Ah me ! if that were ail, Then, then Vd ftroke my bleeding wounds, and call This dart a cordial, and with joy endure Thcfe harfh ingredients, where my grict*s my cure. But fomcthing whifpers in my dying ear, There is an after-day: which day I fear : The fiender debt to Nature** quickly paid, Difcharg'd perchance with greater eafe than made ; But if that palefac*d Sergeant make arreft. Ten thoufand actions would (whereof the leaft Is more than all this lo^er world can bail) Be entred, and coiidemn me to the Jail Of Stygian darknefs, bound in red hot chains. And grip'd with tortures worfe than Titian paiflf. Farewcl my vain, farewel ray loofc drlights ; f arewel my rambling days, my rcv'iing nights ; 114 'Emllemes. Book *Twai you betray'd mc firft, and when ye found My foul advantage, gave my foul the wound *• Farewel my bullion gods, whofe fovereign looks So often catchM mc with their golden houks ; Go fcek another (lave ; ye muft all go ; I cannot ferve my God and Bullion too. Farewel falfc honour ; you, whofe airy wings Did mount my foul above the thrones of Kings ; Then flatterM me, took pet, and in difdain. Nipt my green buds i 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 plcaftires rclifli ! Ah ! How jump they mcc6 The grafping foul, and with their fprighly fire. Revive, and raife, and rowze the wrapt defirc ! For e^er ? O, to part ^o long ? what ? never Meet more ? another year, and then for ever : Too quick refolves do refolutioa wrong ; What, part fo foon, to be divorc'd fo long ? Things to be dooe are long to be debated ; Heav'f] is not decayed. Repentance is not dated* S. AUGUST. Book xV Emllewes, 115 S. A U G U S T. lib. de util. agen. pcea. Go up my foul into the tribufisl of th) Confcience ; there fet thy guilty feJf Before thy felf : Hide not thy {elf btkini thy felfy kjl Gadbria^ thee forth before tky [elf. S. AUGUST, in Solilcq. In vain is tht wjjhing^ tobcre the next Jin dcfJeth : He hath ill repented^ jx)h§fefins are repeated : thit fioniicb is the Vforfe for vdmitingj thit lishth up bis vomit, A N S E L M. God hath promifed ptirdon to him that repenteth , but ic hith not promifcd repentame to him tbitfinneib. £PIG. i> Brain-wounded Cupii^ had this hafty ddtt, ^ As it hath prickM thy fancy , pierc'J thy heart, s T had been thy friend : O how hath it deceived thee I For had this dart but kili'd, this dart had fav'd thee. 11^ EmhUmes. Book Xt XIV. 7o/i, lap/tmt iorttus e/lo Book ^. Emllemes. 117 XIV. PROV. 24.16. Ajufl man falleth feven times, and rifeth up again, but the wicked Jha II fall into mfchief, t ;n|^Is but a foil at bcft,and that's the moft J|[ Your skill can boaft : My flipp'fy footing faii'd mc ; and you tript Juft as I dipt : My wanton weaknels did her felf betray With too much play : I was too bold, He never yet flood fure : That ftands fecure : Who evet trufied to his native ftrength, Bnt feU at length ? The title*8 craz'd, tbc tenure is not good, Jhat claims by th' evidence of flefh and blood. Boaft not thy AID, the righteous man faUs oft, Yet falls but foft : There may be dirt to mire him, but no ftones To crulh his bones : What if he daggers ? 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 Gameiter ups a fre(h, and then. Falls to*£ agen ; Whereas the leaden hearted coward lies. And yields his corquer'd life, or craven'd dies. 1 1 8 Emlkm^s. Book Boaft not thy Conqueft ; thou that cvVy hour Fal/ft ten-tjnies lower. Nay, haft not ptfw'r ta rife," if not, iii c^fe, • . \ To fall more bafe : -. Thou walTdw'/l where I. flip ; and thou doft tumble, '. .V- WhereifcatftumblQfA ; Thou glory'A in thy (I'av'ries' dirty badges. And fall'^ for wages : Sowrgri^f and fad repentance fcowrs and dears _.■■ My ftaiqi with tean : Thy falling keeps^thy falling ftiil in ore j But when 1 Hip, I ftand the o^re ftcurc- 4 ■ ' Lord, what a nothing is this little, fpan^ Li-...^ . We can a Man ! What fenny trafh maintains the fnioth'fing fires Of his(Jeriresh How flight and Ihort are hisicfulves at lopgefl • How weak at ftroogcft ! O if a finner held by that faft hand. Can hardly ft and, Good God ! in what a defp'rate cafe are they ? That have no ftay ! Man's ftate implies a neceffary curfe ; {'worfe. When nothinfelf, hc'i irjad ; 'when moft hlmrclf, hc'i S. A M B R O S; Book 1. Emhlemes. 119 S. A M B R O $ in Scr. ad vincula. Peter fiood more firmly nftir he hid hmented his fall thin hefort he fcU, Infomucb tbjit he found more grace thin he hSi grace, $. CHRYS. inEp. ad Heliod. monach. It is no fuch bdiaous matter tofiU affliiled^ as being down to lie dejeffed. It is no dinger for 4. Souldier to receive x toound in buttel, but after the wound received, through de^ [pair of recovery to refufe a remedy ; for we often fee rveund- ed Champions near the pilm 0t loft t and after fight, crcroned nitb viiiory. tPiG". 14. Triumph not Cupid, his mifcharce doth (how Thy trade ; doth once, what thou doft always do : Brag not too focn : hss thy prevailing hand Foil'd himJ' Ah fool, th'hatt taught him hew to ftand. liO Emlhmti. Bdok x; XV. ^uUt a^thi^ ; cloiifUtui oehi , T2o Book z: Emhlemes: 121 XV. J E R. 32. 40. I will put fear in their hearts, that they fhall not depart from me, SO, now the Soul'i fublim*d j her fowV defirej Are recalciL'i in heaven's weB tempVed fires r 1 he heart reftoiM and purg'J from droffic nature. Now finds the freedom of a new-bora creature: It lives another life, it breathi new breath ; It neither fears nor teels the fting of death. Like ai the idle vagrant (having none; That boldly *dopts, each hou(e he views, his own 5 Makes evVy purfe his chequer ; and atpleafure. Walks forth and taxes all the world liki Cx^it \ At length by vertue of a juft command. His fides are lent to a feverer hand ; Whereon his Pafi, not fully underftcod. Is taxed in a manufcript 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 uncontrol'd removes Fron) lutt to luft, when wanton flsQi invites From old- worn pleafurcs to new choice delights, At length corre^ed by the filial rod Of hij; offended (but his gracious God) And lajh'd from fins to fighs ; and by degrees, From ti2,hs to vows, from vows to bended knees j From bended knees to a true pcnfive breft ; From thence to torments, not by tongue cxpreft, I RcCurni? iz% Emhlemes. Book z. Returns ; (and from his finful felf exli'd) Finds a glad father, he a welcome child : O then it lives ; O then it lives involv'd In fccrct raptures ; pants to be diflolv'd : The royal Off-fpring of a fecond Birth . Sets ope to Heav'n, and (huts the door to earth : If love-fick "^ove commanded clouds (hould hap To rain fuch (how'rs as quickned Dxnit\ lap : Or Dogs (far kinder than their pmplc mafter) Should lick his fores, he laughs, nor weeps the fafter If earth (Heavens rival) dart her idle ray ; ToHeav'D, 'tis wax, and to the world, 'tis clay: If earth prefcnt delights, it fcorns to draw. But like the )st unrub'd, difd a ins that ft raw : No hope deceives it, and no doubt divides it j No grief difiurbs it ; and no errour guides it; No guilt condemns, and no folly (hames it : No floth befots it ; and no luft enthralls it ; No fcorn afRifts it, and no paflion gawls it : It is a cark' net of immortal life ; An Ark of peace ; the lifts of facrcd ftrife ; A purer piece of endlefs tranfitory ; Afhrineof Grace, a little throne of Glory: A Heav*n born OfF-fpring of a new-born birth * An earthly Heav'n ; an ounce of Hcav'niy earth. S, AUGUST. Book z. Etnhlemes. 123 S. AUGUST. deSpir.&ADima. I O hippy hearty rohre piety affefletb, tokere humiVtty fub* ;f/?j, rotfre repentance corre^eth, vchite ohedienc e diredeth, Vfkere p:frfev:ra7!cep£rfc3:ctb, rob^re powr prctefietb^ Vfb^rs I ikvotioa pTOJccieib^ tokere cbjurity connc^ab. S. G R E G. i Which Tvsy foever the beirt turnetb it fdf {if cxrefuSy) it jhiU commonly ob'^erve^tbit in thofe ve^y thirds toe lofe GoJ, in tboje very things to; jha'J find God : iTJhill find tb; h:it of hi* porocr in confideration of thofe tbin^t, in xhelove oj which t things be tvas mod cold^ and bj what tbiigs it fell, psrvertedj ^^ 'hyfe things it is raifed^ fcnverted. EPIG. 15, My heart ! But wherefore do I can thee Co ? 1 have renouncM mv infrcft long ago : When ihou wer'c falfe and flefhly, 1 *as thine ; Mine wert thou n?ver, till thouv/ert not mine. I2 U4 Emhkmes. Book 3,- Lord all nuf le fire is hcfore ihc andrmr arca^ur:*?^' Thft kid i'om uiee THE THIRD BOOK 7^he Entertainment;. ALL you whofc better thoughts are newly born, And (rebaptiz'd with holy fire) can fcorn Thr worlds bafe tfa(h, whofc necks difdain to bear Th' impsrioosyoke of Satan ; wbofe cbaft car No wanton Songs of Syrens can furpr ize With falfc delight; whofe more then Eagle-eyes Can view the glorious flames of gold, and gaze On glitt*ciflg beams of honour, and do not dazd j Whofe fouls caa fpurn at pleafure, and deny The lo:5fe 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 Sun) put out the light Of f^er.m ftar, and turn her day to night ; You that would lore, and haTe yoar palTions crown'd With greater happinefs, than can be found In your own wifhes ; you that would afFeft Where neither fcorn, nor guile, nor difrefped Shall wound your tortur'd fouls ; that would enj')y3 Where neither want can pinch, nor fukeii cloy, Nor double doubt afRi£ls, nor bafer fear Uoflames your courage in purfuit, draw near, Shake hands with earth, and let your foul rcfpect Her joys no further, thm her joyg reflect Upon her makers glory ; if thou fwim In wealth, fee him in all ; fee all in him ■ I 3 Sink'ft 1 1 6 Emhlemes. Book 3 . Siuk'ft thou in want , and is thy fmall cnife Fpent ? See him in want : enjoy him in content : Conceiv'ft him lodg'd in Crofs, or loft in pain ? In Pray'r and Patience fiad liim out again : Make Hcav'n thy Miftrifs, let no change remove - Thy loyal heat, be fond ; be fick of love : What if he ftop his ear, or knit his brow ^ At length he'll be as fond, as fick ss thou : Dart up thy foul in groans : Thy frcret groan Shan pierce his ear» fliall pierce his ear alone : Dart up thy foul in vows : Thy facred vow Shall find him out, where Heav*n alone (hall know; Dart up thy foul in fighs ; Thy whifpVing figh Shall rcufe his ears, and fear no liftner nigh : Send up thy groans, thy fighs . thy clofct-vow ; Thei'i none, thcr*s none (hall know but Heav*n and (bou : Groans frelh'd with vows,and vows made fait with tear*, Unfcale his eyes, and fcale his conquer'd ears • Shoot up the boIbme.Chafts of thy defire, FeatheiM with faith, and double- forked with fire. And they will hit: Fear not, where Heav'n bids come : Heavn'i never deaf, but when man's heart is dumb. iiS Emllemes. Book 3, I. // .^.'/f:\^ tAce in t/u nt^jfiL Book 3^ Em Hemes. 129 I. ISAIAH z6,6. My Soul hath JeJireJ thee in the night, GOod God ? what horrid ds^'^-'lcfs doth forround My groping foul ! how atx; iffy fcEfes bound la uctcr ftiadcs." and muffled from the light. Lurk in the bofom of eternal night ! The bold.fac*d Lamp of Heav'n can fet and rife? And with his morning glory fifl the eyes Of gazing mortals ; his vi^orious ray On chafe the (hadows, aninns are net hilf^anL tkee.Tf:6p. i 132 Book 3^ Emhkmesi 133 IL P S A L 69. 3; Lordy thou knovoefl my foolijhnefs , and my fins are not hid from thee, SEcfc thou this fulfom Ideot ? in what me^urc He fcems tranfported with the antick pieafure Of childiih baubles J' Canft thou but admire The empty fuhiefs of his vain defire ? Canfc thou conceive fuch poor delights, as thefe Can fin tb' infatiate foul of man, or pleafe The fond af^^e^ of his deluded eye ? Reader, fach very fools are thou and I : Falfc pufFs of honour ; the deceitful ftreams Of wealth ; the idle, vain and empty dreams Of pieafure, are our traffick, and enfnare Our fouls, the threefold fubjc£t of our care ; We toil for trafh, we barter folid joys For aiery trifles, fell our Heav'n for toys : We knatch at barly grains, whilft pearls ftand by Pcfpis'd ; fuch very fools are thou and I. Aim'ft thou at honour ? Does not thTdeot (hake it In his left hand ? Fond man, fcep forth and take it : Or wouldTc thou wealth ? fee now the fool prefcnts thee With a full basket, if fuch wealth contents thee : WouldTc thou take pieafure ? if the fool unftride His prancing StaIlion» thou maift up and ride : Fond man, fuch is the pieafure, wealth, and honour The earth affords fuch fools, as dote upon her; Such is the game whereat earth*s Ideots flie j Such Ideots, ah / fuch f?oU are fhgu and I- Had, 134 Emllemes. Book . Had rebel man's fool-hard inefs extended No farther than himfelf, and there had ended. It had been jafc ; but thus cnrag'd to fly Upon the eternal eyes of Majefty, And drag the Son of Glory from, the breafc Of his indulgent Father *, to arreft His great and facred Perfon : in difgrace To fpi: and fpaul upon his Sun- bright- face ; To taunt him with bafe terms ; and being bound To fcourge his fofc, his trembling fides ; to wound His head with thorns ; his heart with human fears ; His hands with nails, and his pale flank with fpears : And then to paddle ia the purer fcreara Of his fpilc blood, is more, than moft extreme : Great builder of Mankind, canft thou propound All this to thy bright eyes, and not co f-iund Thy handv work ? O I Canft thou choofe but fee, That mac'fc t\\z eye ? Can ought be hid from thee ? Thou feeft our perfons, Lord, and not our guilt ; Tboa feefc not, what thou maift, but what thou wilt : The hand that formed us iscnforc*d to be A Screen fct up betwixt thy work and thee: JLook, look upon that Hand, and thou (halt fple An open wound, a through. fare for thine eye; Or if that wound be dos'd, that paffage be Deny'd between thy gracious eyes and me, Yet view the fear ; that fear will countermand Tf y wrath : O read my fortune in thy hand. a C H R Y s Book 3. Emlkmes, 1 35 ?. C H R Y S. Horn. 4. Joan. Fools, feem to ab^nd in weM, when they wmt all things ; they feem to enpy kappine's, token indeed they are only mod miferable ; aeither do th;y under ft 2nd tkit ttey are deluded by their fjincy^ till^hey be delivered from their fol^y* S. GREG. inMor. By fo mu:h the more are we iawirdly fccJ'fJh^ by how mi^ch we ftrive to f^a^oHimrdly wij. EPIG. 2. Rebellious fool, uhat has thy felly done ? Controli'd thy Gcd, and crucifi'd his Son ? How Aveetly has the Lord of life deceiv'd thee ? (thee? 1 hou IhcddTc his blcod, and that Q-^ed b'ood ha$ fav*d 13^ Emhlemes. Book 3 III. Jiat/e. mercy crimt O L^rdfirJamnfcake- oXt ■ kcaU iii£jrri.ty hones in,: vnxell'f: 6'2. . Book 3. Emhlemcs. 137 III. PSALM. 6.Z. Have mercy Lord, upon fue, fir lam iveak ; Lor J, heal we, for my hones are vexed. Soul* ^•[u*. foul A H, Son of DiviJ, help : fef. What finfnl eric jCX Implores the Son David ? SohI, It is I. fif. Who art thou ? Jom/. Oh, a deeply *'ouaded breaft rhat*s heavy laden and would fain have reft. ^ef. 1 have no fcraps, and dogs muft not be fed Like houfhold chiidfen, with the childrens bread* Soul. True. Lord ; yet tolerate a huagry whelp To lick their crumbs: O Son of David^ help. ^f/. Poor Soul, what dW^i thou f SouU O I burn, I fry, { cannot reft, I know not where to fly To find Tome eafe; I turn'd my blubber'd f^ce -rom man to man ^ I roll from place to place r avoid my tortures, to obtain relief, ' 3ut ftillam dogg'd and hunted with my grief: Vly mid-night tormenti call the fluggifh -light \nd when the morning's come, they woo the night. ^ef. Surcsafe thy te3rs,and fpeak thy free defires (fires Jo. Quench, quench my flames, and fwage thofe fcorching ^eU Canft thou bslieve, my hand can core thy grief? Soul. Lord, I believe ; Lord, help my unbelief. ^//■, Hold forth thine arm and let my fingers try rhypulfe-, where chitfiy doth thy torment lie; SouU From head to foot ; it reigns in ev'ry part, 3ut plays the fclflaw'd tyrant in ray heart. 138 Emhlemes. Book 3, ^ef. Canft thou digeft ? Canft relifh wholfom food ? How ftands the taft ? SouU To nothing that is good : AH fiDfal tralh, and earths unfav'ry ftufF 1 can digeft, and relifh well enough. ^efwt» Is not thy blood as cold as hot, by turns ? Soul. Cold to what's good ; to what is bad ic burns ! ^efm. How old's thy grief? SouL I took it at the fall With eating fruit, fef, 'Tis Epidemical : Thy blood's infe£led, and th* infeftion (prung From a bad liver: 'Tis a feavcr ftrong And full of death, unlefs, with prefent fpeed, A vain be opened, thou muft die, or bleed. Soul. O I cm faint and f^ent .- that launce that (hall Let forth my blood, lets forth my life withal : My foul wants cordials, and has greater need Of [jlood, then CbeiBg fpent fo tar) to bleed : I faint already, if I bleed, I dy. Spff/. * ris either thou muft bleed, fick foul or I * My blood's a cordial. He that fucks my veins, Shan clcanfe his own, and conquer greater pains Then thefe ; cheat up ; this precious blood of mine Shall cure thy grief ; my heart fhall bleed for thine Believe and view me with a faith'ul eye. Thy fvml (hall neither languifb, bleed nor dk. a AUGII5T. Book 3' Emlkmes. 139 $. AUGUST, lib. 10. Confefs. Zori, hz merciful unto rds : Abmsi Behold^ 1 hide not mf tomnds : Thou Art i Phficim^ And I dmfick ; Thou art wer- cifiUt Atti I am miferablc, S. GREG, in PaftoraU Wifdom, with hew fweet an art doth thy wine and 0)t refiort health to my heaUthfs foul \ Hew pcwer fully merciful , how mercifully powerful an thou ! Pnwerfulfor tm^ merci" ful te mi I EPIG. 3a Canft thou be fick, and fuch a Doi^or by ? Thott canft not live, unlefs thy DoQor dye ! Strange kind of grief, that tinis do mcd'cinc good To fwagther pains, but the Phyficians blood ! K 2 140 Emhlemes. Bbok i. IV. Zack. upon, mjf a/fhctwn.and tnifertf and foraiye nte ailmt/ Stnns Book 3I Emllemei. 141 IV. PSAL. 7.^. i8. Look upon my afflfliton and my pain ] and forgive all my fins. Both work and flrokcs ? Both, lafh and labour too ? What more could Edom, or proud Albur do ? Stripes, after Stripes ; aad blows fiicceeding blows ? Lord, has thy fcourgc no mecry, and ray woes. No end ? My paias no cafe J* No inter miffion ? Is this the ftate ? Is this the fad coHdition Of thofe that truft thee ? Will thy goodnefs pleafe T' allow no other favouis? None but thefe ? Will not the Rhet'i ick cf my torments move ? Are thefe the fymptomes, thefe the figns of love ? Is'c not enough, enough that I fulfil Thy toyifome task of thy laborious will? May not this labour expiate and purge My fia without the addition of a fcourge ? Look on my cloudy brow, how faft it reini Sad (bowers of fweat, the fruits of fruitlefs pains : Behold thefe ridges ; fee what purple furrows Thy plow has made ; O think upon thofe forrow^. , , That OBce were thme ; wilt thou not be woo*d To mercy by the charms of fweat and blood ? Canftthou forget that drowlic mount, wherein Thy dun Difciples fleep, was not my fin There punifh*d in my foul ? did riOt this brow Then fweat in thine ? Were not thofe drops enow ? Remember Golgotha . where that fpringtidc O* rcflow'd thy fovcfaii; Sacramental fide : K 3 There i^i Em Hemes. Book 3, There was no fia, there was no guilt in Thee, That causM thofe pains ; thou fweat'ft.thou bledft for mc. Was there not blood enough, when one (mall drop Had poVr to ranfome thoufand worlds, and flop Thcmouihof Juftice? Lord, I bled before In thy deep wounds ; can Juftice challenge more ? Or doft thou vainly labour to hedge in Thy loffesfrom my fides ? My blooJ is thin. And thy free bounty fcorns fuch eafie thrift ; No, DO, thy blood came not as love but gift. But muft I ever grind ? And mufc I earn Nothing but fcripei ? O wilt thou difaltern The reft thou gavTc ? Hafi thou perus'd the curfe Thou laidTton Adam*s fall, and made it worfc? Canft thou repent of mercy ? Heav'a thought good Left man fhould feed in fweat ; not work in blood : Why doft thou wound th»already wounded brcalt ? Ah me ! my life is but a pain at beft : I am but dying duft : my day'j a fpan ; What pleafure tak'ft thou in the blood of man ? Spare, fpare thy fcourge, and be not fo auftere ? Send fewer ftroaks, or lend more ftrcngth to bear* S, BERN? Book 3. Emhlemes. 143 S. BERN. Horn. Si. in Cant. Mi\tribU mm ! whJhiU deliver me from the reproich of this fhnne fid bouiigc ? 1 amt, mi[crdbk man but a free nin ; free, beciuie a mjtn • rnifersble, beaufe a fcrvint : In regiri of my bojtdjge, miienbie^ in rej^irdof mytvilJ, inexcufible : For my. will, that wis free, bsjldved it felf to fin, ky ajfinting 10 fin ; for be tbit committetb fin, is tbefcrviiit to fin. EPIG. 4. Tax not thy God : Thine own default« did urge This two-fold punifhment *, the mill, the fcourgc. Thy fin'i the author of thy fcif tormenting : Thou grindTt for rmniPg; rcourg.*d for not rep^Dtiog. K 4 144 Emllemei. Book 3. V. hajfl maJc rn^ aj th^CLy ^nHiti/u^rv 'V/,'rin my free hand. And jarifdidlon over Sea and Land, He gave me art to lengthen oat my fpan Of life, and made me all, in being man : I. but thy palfion has committed treafon Againft the facred psrfon of thy reafon : Thy judgment is corrupt, pervcrfe thy wjfl ; That kno^s no good, and this makes choice of ill: The 14^, Emhlemes, Book ^i The'grcater height fends down the deeper fill • And good dedin'd turns bad, turns worftof all. Say then, proud inch of living earth, what can Thy grcatnefs claim the more in being man ? O but my foul tranfcends the pitch of nature, Born up by th' Image of her high Creator 3 Out braves the life of reafon, and beats d«wn Her waxea wings, kicks off her brazen crown. My heart's a living Temple t'cntertaia The King of Glory, and his glorirus train ; How can I mend my title then ? where can Ambition find a higher ftile than man ? Ah, but that Image is defac'd and foil*d ; Her Temple's rsz'J, her Altars all defii'd ; Her Veffels are polluted and diflain'd With cloathed luft, her ornaments prophan'd ; Her oyl-forfaken lamp?, and hallow 'd ta pours Put out ; her iccsofc breaths unfa?*fy vapours : Why fwcUTt thou then fo big, thou little fpan Of earth ? what art thou more in being man ? Eternal Potter, vvhofe bleft hards did lay My courfe foundation from a fod of clay, Thoo know'ft my {lender veffers apt to leak; Thou kcowYc ray brittle temper's prone to break ; Are my bones brszil, or my flcfi? of oak ! O, mend what thou haft made, what I have broke : Look, look with gentle eyes, and in thy day Of vengeance, Lord, renicmbcr I am clay. S. AUGUST, Book 3. Emlkmes, 147 S. AUGUST. Soliloq. 32. ShiU 1 ash, roho mide me ? It vns tbou tht rnideft mCy toitbout whom nothing wis nude : Tbou art my miier, and I tbf vsori, I tbink thee^ my Lord God. , by robom 1 Jive, and by robom all tbings fubfijl , becaufe thou rnjJcfi me : / tbank tbee^ my Potter^ becjufe tty bandi bdve nude ms^ becju[e tby bands bive forvisd me; EPIG. ^, Why fWcn'ft thoi>, man, puft up with fame and purfe ? Thart 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 ih'nrn. Emlkmes. Book i^ vr. (^kat sfudlS'do vnto thee.O Acfi; preserver of men why had thcni set '^ l^-ojAmarkr ofattulihee M 7^^ Book 3. Emhlemes: 149 VI. J O B. 7. 20. / have finned : What jhall I^o unto thee^ thou preferver of Men >^tVhy dofl thou Jet me as a mark againjl thee > LOrd, I have done; and Lord, I have miTdonc; ' Fis foHy to conteft, to itrive with one That te too flroBg ; 'ci$ folly to affail Or prove an arm, that wiD, that muft prevail. I've donj, IVe docc ; thefe trembling hands Ijave throvva Their daring weapons down : The day's thine own ; Forbear to mike 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 weapomup, are now extended For menry from thy hand ; that knee that bended Upon her gnardisfs guard deth now repent Upon his naked floor ; See both are bent. And fue for pity : O my ra^ed wound Is deep and defp'rate, it isdrench'd and drown'd In blood and briny tears : It doth begin To tiink without, and putrific within. Let that viftoricus hand that now appears Juft in my blood, prove gracious to my tears : Thou great preferver of prefumptuous man. What iliall I do ? what fatisfaction can Poor duft and afhes make ? O if that blood That yet remains uafhed, were half as good As blood of oxen ; if my death might be An offering to attone my God and me. 150 Emllemes. Book 3, i would difdain injurious life, and ftand A fuiter to be wounded from thy hand. But may thy wrongs be msafnr'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 : ihou that wilt not bruife the broken reed, Rub not my fores, nor prick the wounds that bleed, lord, if the peevifh infant fights and flies, With unpar*d weapons, at his mothers eyes. Her frowns ^half mix'd with fmilcs) may chance to (hew An angry Jove-trick on his arm, or fo ; Where if the Babe but make a lip and cry. Her heart begins to melt, aod by and by She cbaks his dewy- cheeks; her babe fhe blifles, And choaks her language with a thoufand kifles ; 1 am that ch!Id ; Lo, here I proftrate lye. Pleading for mercy •, I repent and cry P>r gracious pardon : let thy gentle ears IfeaB that in words, what mothers judge in tears s See not my fraildes, Lord, but through my fear. And look on evVy trefpafs through a tear: Then calm thy anger, and appear more mild 5 ll«tmcniber, th*art a Father, I a child. S. BERN, Book 3. Emhkmes. iji S. BERN. Ser. 21, in Cant. MifenbU min ! WboJhiU dtUver me from tie reproach of thii Jhameful bondage ? Jama miferabk minjbiit a free mm ; Free^ becaufe like to God ; mifenble, braufc agiinjl C$i : keeper af mankind, tohy baft thou fet me as a mark agdinfi thee f Thou baft jet me, becaufe thou baft not hindred mex hit juft that thy enemy jhould be mj enemy, and thit be who repug- neth thee, Jhould refugn me \ I xoho am jgaM tUe, am a* g:inam)felf. E P I G. 6. Butfofm'd, 3nd fight? But born, and then rebel ? How fmall a blaft win make a bubble fwell ? But dare the floor affront the hand 'that laid it ? So apt ii duft to fly in s fece that made it. IJl Emhlemes. Book 3. VIL TV/iereforc kiAzo^i:, tlwa thffacc, zr ^■Aa^t mcc tor thine Znzmir Job ■ jz x -/ Book 3^ Emilemesl tJj;j VI I. JOB 13. 24. Wherefore hideB thou my face ^ andhoUefi me for thine enemy ? WHy doft thou (hade thy lovely face ? O why Does that ecUpfing hand fo long, deny The Sun-fhine of my ibul-enliVing eye i Without that Lizht, what light remains in me ? Thou art my Lifs^ my Wiy^ my Ligkt^ in Thee I live, I move, and by thy beams I fee: Thou art my Life, If thou but turn aw^ay, My life's a thoufand deaths ! Thou art my Wjiy t Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but ftray.^ My Light thou art ; without thy glorious fight, Mine eyes are darkned with perpetual night. My God, thou art my Wny^ my Life, my Ligbt4 Thou art my Wdj ; I wander, if thou flie : 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 5 I cannot fee ; To whom or whither (hould my darknefs flee. But to the Light ? And who's that Light but Thee ? My path is loft ; my wandring fteps do ftray 5 I cannot fafely go, nor fafely ftay ; - - ' Whom (hould I feck, but Thee, my ?Atb, my Wiy ? 1^4 Emhlemes. Book 3, O, I am dead : To whom flhall I, poor I, Repair ? To whom (hall my fad alhes fly But Z//C ? And where is Lift but ia thy eye ? And yet thou turn'il away thy face, and flicft me 5 And yet I fue for grace, and thou dcny'ft me ; ^peak artthcu angry^ Lord.or ociy try»it me ? UQskreen thofc heav'nly lamps, or tell me why Thoa itad'ft thy fsce ? perhaps thoa thiak'ft norcye Can view thofe flames at:d not drop down and die. if that be aH, Oiine forth and draw thee nighcr ; Let me behold and die , for my defirc Is Fhxnix like to perifh in that fire. Death cocquei'J Lj^'rxe was redeem *J by thee; If I am dead. Lord, fet deaths priibncr free; Am I more foent, or ftink I wwrs than he ? If my pufc life be out, give leave to tine My fhamelefsfnuiF at that bright Limp of thine ° O whaL'a thy L-'gbt^ the kfs for lightning mine ? If I have loft my P^h, Great Shepherd, fay, iihaU I ftiH wander in a doubtful way ? Lord, Ihali a Lamb of JjVds (heep-fold ftray ? Thcu art my Pilgrims Pith, the blind man»i Eye-, ' The dead man's i^f^ ; on thee my hopes rely ; If thou remove, i err; I grope; I die. Difclofe thy Sun beams ; clofe thy wings, and ftay ; See, fre how lam blind, and dead, and ftray, O rhou that arc m y Lighf, my Life, rny Wuj. S. A U G. Book 3. Emllemes. lyj" S. AUGUST* Solilcq. cap. i. n^hyioJithouhiJsthj face? £/.tppiJy thou mli fay^ none can fee thy face and live : Ah Lord^ let me dk^ that I TTiayfee thee, let mef:e tbee.rhat 1 miy He \ I vfouli not live, hut die ; that Imiy [ezCkri-l, 1 iefire death 'i that I m&j live toith ChriJ^,Idf]pifelf\ ANSELM. Med. cap. 5, exeeEent hhiiag^ which is become my perfeSion ! My God tcGU hidiji thy treafure^jo hwdle my difire : Tkou hiiefl tby pearl, so itifiamt the feeler ; tkoudelayM to give, that thou miifl teach me fa imjiorj^une ; ftetnfi not to beir^ to make me prefcvergi EPIG. 7. if heav'ns all quickning Eyes voucbfafeto fhin! Upon our fouls, we flight ; if not, wewhiac; Our Eqaino^ial hearts can never lie Secure, bsneatb the Tropick; of that eye ? Emllentes. Book 3, viir. Mu/' lUad were n-.jtct-'s, and Book 3^ Emlkmesl x$7 VIII. J E R. 9. I. that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I may weep day and night* f^ That mine eyes were fprings, and coald transform \J Their drops £0 fe^s ? My fighs into a ftorm Of Zeal, and facred violence, wherein This lab'rirg veff^l laden with her fin, Might fuffer fudden fhipwack, and befpilt Upon that Ruck, where my drench'dfoul may fit OrcvvhelmM with. plenteous paffion ; O and there Drop, Drop, into an everlaft lug tear ! Ah me ! Thatev*ry flidiog vein that wanders Through this vaft Ifle, did work her wild Meanders In brackifh tears inftead ot blood, and fwell This flelh with holy Dropfies, from whofe WeD, Made warm with iighs, may funie my wafting breath Whilft I diffolvc in ftreams, and reek to death ! Thefe narrow fluces of mydribling eyes Are much too ftreigbt for thofe quick fprings that rife And hourly fill my Temples to the top ; I cannot fhed fc ev'ry fin a drop ? Great builder of mankind, why haft thou fent. Such fwelliwg floods, and made Co fmall a vent ? O that this nefh hai been compos'd of fnow, Inftead of eaisb ; and bones of ice, that fo, L 3 Feeling l§% Emhlemes. Book 3 . Reling the fervor of my fia ; and loathing The fire I feel, I mighc be thaw'd to nothing! O thou that didft, with hopeful joy, entomb Me thrice three Moons in thy laborious womb. And then with joyful pain, bronght'tl forth a Son, What worth thy labour has thy labour done ? What was there ? Ah ! What was there in my birth That tould deferve tn^ eaficft fmile of mir th ? A man was born : Alas, and what's a man f A rcutde Ful's of duft, a nieafur'd (pan Of flitting time; afurnilh'd Pack, whofe wares 'Arelu»]en griefs, and foul tormenting Cares : A vale of t«ars, avcffel tnnn'd with breath, .By fick-r-'^ hroacbf fo be drawn out by death r A hapl i:; he'p ••=■? thing ; that, born does cry Tpfet^t? that feeds 10 live, that lives to die. Grcas God and Man, whofe eye, ipentdropsfo often For me that cannoE weep enough ; O foftcn Thcfe marble braips, avidftrike this fiiuty rockj Or, if the mufick of thy Pmrs Cock Will more prevail, fiU, fill my hearkmng e^rs With that fweet found, that I may melt in tears I I cannot weep until thou broach mice eye ; Pr give me vent, or elfe 1 burit, and die. S. AMBROS. Book 3. Emllemes. 159 S. AMBP. 0$ in Pfal. 118. He thit commiisfins to bi wpt fer,- cinnot weep for fins committed: Anibdng bm[ijf moflUmemiblebith no tears tohmsnt hU effcrjcs, NAZIANZ. Orst. 5. Teirs are the dduge of fin^ md the worldi facriji:e, S. HIERON. mEfaiam. Pfiyer tppeifes God^ hut i tear compiJs bim : Thjt moves bintj but tbu confiraint bhn. EPIC. 8. Earth is an Ifland ported round with Fears; Thy way to Hsav'n is through the Stz. of tears. It is a ftormy paflagc, where is found The wrack of many a Ihip, but no man drownM. L 4 Emllemei. Book 3^ IX. h^ jnzrss i^r death haiie auzrtakoL me.ffz • Book 3^ Emllemes. x6t IX. PSALM i8. y. Theforrows of hell compajfed me about ^ and thefnares of death prevented me. IS not this Type wen cut ? In ev'iy part Full of rich cunning ? Fil'd with Zeuxian Art? Are not the Hunters, and their Stygian Hounds Limm'd fuU to th' idc i Didrt ever hear the founds The mufi'-lc, and the lip dividech breaths Of the frrong winded Horn, Recheats, and deaths. Done more exaft ? Th' infernal Nimrods hoflow ? The lawiefs purliews ? And the Game they follow ? The hidden Engines, and the fuares that lie $0 undifcover*d, fo obfcu.e to th' eye ? The new-drawn net, aod her intanglcd Prey ? And him that clofes it ? Bsheldrr, fay. Is*t not wen doDC ? Teems not an era'Ious ftrife Betwixt the rare cut pidure and the life ? Thcfe purliew men are Devils ? and the hounds, CThofe quick nos'd Canibals, that fcour the grounds) Temptations and the Game, the Fiends parlue j Are human fouls, which ftitl they have in view ;< Whofefury if they chance to fcape, by flying The skilful Hunter plants his net cloofe lying Qn tb'unlirpe^led earth, baited with treafurc, Ambirioa., honour, and felf wafting pleafure : Where, if the fjul but: ftoop, death ftands prepar'd To draw the net, and drown, the foul's enfaar d. Poor i6% Emhlemes. Book 3, Poor foul ! how art thoa hurried too and fro ? Where canfc thou fafely ftaf ? where fafely go ? If ftay ; thefe hot-mouch*a Hounds are apt to tear thee. If go ; the fcares 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 ? Here plealures are but itch : Her wealth, but Cares • A world of Dangers, and a world of fnsres : The clofe purfacrs bufie hands do plant Snares in thy fubftance ; Snares attend thy want ; Snares in thy credit ; Snares in thy difgrace ; Snares in thy high eftate ; Snares in thy bafe ; Snares tuck thy bed ; and Snares furround thy boord j Snares watch thy thoughts ; and Snares attach thy word j Snares in thr quiet ; Snares in thy com«iGtion ; Snares in thy diet ; Snares in thy devotion ; Snares lurk in thy refolves, Snares in thy doubt. Snares lie withia thy heart, and Snares without. Snares are above thy head, and Snares beneath, Snares in thy ficknefs, Snares are in thy death ; O, if thefe purliews be fo full of danger. Great God of hearts, the worlds fole foWaign Ranger, Preferve thy Deer, and let my foul be blefe In t^y fafe Forrefc, where I feek for reft : Then let the HelKhounds roar, I fear no ill, Rouze me they may, but have no pow'r to kill. S. AMBROS. Book 3- Emlkmcs. 163 S. A M B R O S. lib. 4. in cap. 4. in Luca», r The reroird of honours, the height of power, the dsJicacy of ijet^ and the betiay of an harlot are the fnares of the Devil, S, AM BROS, de bono mortis. WhUH thou [deh'fi pleajures ^ thou ninnsfl into fnares, for the (•)£ of the h&rlr'.f ii the frure of ibe Adulterer, SAVANAR. In erAi..', ■ .'..Ufcremihnonj'i in generation luxury I in hbour.ftu^^giffj^'^fs I in conver/in^^envy : inj^overfijng,cove'- tcufnefs} in ecne^in^, ^'^'f '* in hnour, jc-fij : in the heart, be fcts evil thoughts \ in the mouthy evil VfOrds : in aSidns, e- vil worls ' -''— -rvikcj he moves us to eiil actions \ when a^ E P I G. 6. Be fad, my Heart, Deep dangers wa't thy mirth : Thy rou!»s way- laid by Sea, by Hdl, by Earth : Hen has her hounds : Ear:h, fnares : the Sea a (helf ; But moft cf all, my heart, beware thy felf. 164 Emhlemes. Book 3. X. feruant for no -ntnit liutrM shaJlpe Book. 3. Emhkmes. 156 PSALM 143. 2; Enter not into judgment with thy fervant, for in thy fight jhall no man living le jufiified. ^eftts. ^ujltce. Sinner* ^^/.TD Ring forth the pi is ner, Juftice. Jw .Thy commands ij Are done, juft Judge.See here the pri$'cer ftanda. Je/. What has t^e prii'ner dene ? Say ; what's the caafe Of his commkraect? fufi. He hath broken the laws Of his too le^racious GoJ ; confpir'd the dearh Of that gf-cat Majefly that gave him breath. And hes'ps tranrgrefTioc, Lord, upon tranfgreffion. ^ef. How know*ft thou ihis?5«.Ev'n by his own confef. His fins are crying : and they cry*d aloud ! (fion: They cry'd to heav'o, they cr7*d to heav'n forblood. ^p/i What fay^ft thou finner ? haft thou ought to plead. That fenteace fhould not pafs ? hold up thy bead, And fhew thy brazen, thy rebellious f^:?. Sin. Ah me ! I dare not : I'm too vile and bafa To tread upon the earth, much more, to Uft Mine eyes to heav'n ; I need no ether (hrift Than niine o*n coniciecce ; Lord, I mult confefs, I am no more than duft, and no whit lefs Than my indictment fciles me ; Ah, if thou Search too fcvere, with too fevere a brow. What fielh can ftand f I have tranrgrefc thy U',js j l/iy merits plc|d thy vengeance ; not my caufe : 66 1 Emhlemes. Book 3; ^ufi. Lord, rball I ftriics the blow ? ^jf. Hold. Jufticff. Sinner, fpeak on ; what haii thou more to fay ? . (ftav Sin. Vile as I am, and of my felf abhorr*J, I am thy handy- work, thy creacure, Loru, Stampt with thy glorious linage, and at firft, Moft like to thee, though now a p»or accurft Convi6^cd Ca'tiff, aud degenVous creature, Here trembling at thy bar. ^ufi. Thy fault's the greater-: Lord fhail I firike the blow ? pU Hold, Juftice flay, Speak finner ; haft thou nothing more to fay ? Sirt, Nothing but Mt^cy^ Mercy ; Lord my ftate Is miferahly poor and defperate ; I quite renoun e my felf, the world, and Are From Lord to '^efkJi from thy felf to th-e* ^M/?. Ceafe thy Vdin hopes ; my angry God has vow'd j Abuftd mercy muft have blood f^Oi hiLod : Shall I ytt firike the blow -r .f j/. St^y, Jaftice, hold ; My bo*cIs Y'ara, my fainting blood gro^^s cold, To view Lhe trembling .wi'ttJi ? Mcrl.inks, Ifpie My father's Image in the pvii'ners eye. ^ii(}.. I cannc. hold. 5-./. Then turn thy thirfty blade Into my nics: let there the wound be made ; Chear up, dear foul : redeem thy ilFc with mine ; My fou; uiafl rm? Ceafe then , and let nte alone, that I may lexm'il my [elf a little. MY Glaft is half nnrpcnt 5 Forbear t'arrcft My thriftlcfs day too foon : my poor requeft Is thai my glafs may run but out the reft. My time-devoured minutes will be done Without thy help; fee, fee how fvvift they run • Cut not my thred before my thred be fpun. The gain'i not great I purchafe by this ftay ; What loll fuftain'ft thou by fo fmall delay, To whom ten thoufand yean are but a day ? ■ My following eye can hardly make a fhift To count ray winged hours ; they fly for^ffift^ They fcarce deferve the bounteous name of gift. The fecret wheels of hurrying Time do give So (hort a warning, and fo faft they drive. That I am dead before I feem to live. 'And what's a Life ? a weary Pilgrimage, Whofe glory in one diy doth fill the ftagc With Child-hood, Man-hood, and decrepit Age. And what's a Life ? the flour Ifhing array Of the proud Summer meadow, which taday JVears her green plulli, and is to morrow hay. And what's a Life? Ablaft fuftein'd with cloathing. Maintain d with food, retain d with vile felMdathing, Thea weary of it fclf, again'd to nothing. Read 178 Emhlemesi Book Read on this dial, how tht (hades devour My (hort-Iiv'd winters day : hour eats up hour ; Alas, the total's but from eight to four. Behold thefe Lillies (which thy hands have made Fair copies of my life, and open laid To view) how foon they droop, how foou they fade ! Shade not that dial, night will blind too fooa ; My non-agM day already points to noon ; How fimpie is my fuit ! how fmall my boon ! Nor do I beg this flender inch, to while The time away, or fafely to beguile My thoughts with joy ; her's nothing worth a fmile. No, no : *ci$ not to pleafe my wanton ears With frantick mirth, I beg but hours, not years ; And what thou giv'ft me, I will give to tears. Draw not that foul which would be rather led ! That Seed has yet not broke my ferpents head ; (hall I die before my fins are dead ? Behold thefe raggs ; am I a fitting gueff To taft the dainties of thy royal feaft. With hands and face unwalh'd, ungirt, unbleft ? Firft, let the Jordan ftreams (that find fupplies From the deep fountain of my heart) arife. And cleanfe my fpots, and clear my leprous eyes. 1 have a world of fins to be lamented ; I have a fca of teais that muft be vented : O fparc till then ) and then I die contented. S. AUGU5T. Book 3^ Emhlemes. 179 S. AUGUST, lib. de Civit. Dei, Cap. 10. The time wherein tot live, is tihen from the fpice of our life', and tobit nmiineth^ is diilj niiie lejs And lefs, info, much thxt the time of our life is nothing but a ^^jfige to dtiihm S. GREG. lib. 9. cap. 44. 10. Job. As moderite Afflictions bring tars, fo immoderate tihs Awa,^ teirs \ infomucb tbit forrovf bdcom;th no forroTo, robicblviU loroing, up the mind of the iffliied^ tihetb atosy the Jenfe ef the ifflihion. E P I G. 13. Fear*rt thou to go, when fuch an Arm invites thee ? Drcad'fc ihou thy loads of fin ? or what affrights thee? If thou begin to fear, thy fear begins : Fool, can he bear thee Lence, atd not thy fins ? i8o Em Hemes. Book 3. XIV. OA that they ivzrt •wife , then theu rrould. under- -ibxnd thur; Thev nvtdd ccnjlder tlietr latter end Book 3. Emllemes* 181 XIV. D EU T. 31. 29. that men were voife, and that they under" flood this, that they would confider their latter end. Flejh. Spirit, Fh W THAt means my fifters eye foofc to pafs VV Through the long entry of that Optick gUfi ? TcUme; whatfecret virtue doth invite Thy wrinkled eye to fuch unknown delight ? 3p, It helps the fight, makes thingi remote appear In perfeft View ; It draws the objects near. El, What fenfe. delighting obje^s doft thoB fpie? What doth that GIa(s prefent before thine eye ? Sp. I fee thy foe, my reconciled friend, Grim Death, even fcanding at the Glaffes en,4 : His left hand holds a branch of Palm ; his r)gfat Holds forth a two-edg'd fword. Fl. A prppcr fight ! And is this all ? Doth thy Profpcclivc pleafe Th' abafed fancie with no (hapes but thefe ? Sp. Yes, I behold the darkened Sun bercav'n Of all his light, the battlements of Heav'n Sweltering in flames ; the Angel-guarded Son Of glory on his high Tribunal-Throne ; 1 fee a Brimftone Sea of boylingfire. And Fiends, with knotted whips of flaming wire, Tort'ring poor foulj, thar knafh their teeth in vain, And gnaw their flame- tormented tongues for pain. Look, fiftcr, how the queazy-ftomack'd Graves Vomit their dead^ and how the psrplc waves Scall'd I Sir Emhlemes. Book 3. Scaird their confumclefs bodies, ftrongly curfing All wombs for bearing, and aU paps for nurfing. f;. Can thy diftemper*d fancy take delight In view of tortures? thefe are (howi f affright: Look in this glafs triangular ; look here. Here's that will raviOi eyes. Sp, What fecft thou there? Fh The world in colours, colours that dittain The cheeks of Protem, or the filken train Of Flora's Nymphs ; fuch various forts of hiew. As Sun-confronting Iris never knew : Here, if thou pleafe to beautifie a town. Thou maift ; ar with a hand, turn c upfide down ; Here maift thou fcant or widen by the raeafure Of thine own will ; make fliort or long at plcafurc: Here maift thou tire thy fancy, and advife With (hows more apt to pleafe more curious eyes. //». Ah fool ! thatdot'ft on vain, on prcfent toys. And difrefpe^'ft thofc true; thofc future joys ! How ftrongly are thy thoughts befooi*d, alas. To dote on goods that perifti with thy glafs ! Nay, vaniHi with the turning of a hand ! Were they but painted colours, it might ftand With painted reafon that they might devote thee j But things that have no being tobefot thee f 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 glafi, and let's be wife together. S. BONA. Book 3. Emllemes. 183 $. B O N A V E N T. de contemptu feculi. O ihxx nun would be rvife^ unJerftandy and fore fee. Be wife, to know three things : The multitude of thofe that are to bt damned : the few number of tbofe that are to befived ; and the vanity of tranfitorj tbinp : Vnderfiand three things , the multitude of fins, the omiffion of good things^ and the hfs of time ; Forepe three things^ the danger of deatk^ the lafi judgment, and eternal punijhmtnt* fiPIG. 14. What, Soul, no further yet ? what nev'r commence Matter in Faith ? Still batchelour of Senfe ? Is't infufficiency ? Or what has made thee OrcQip thy loft degree ? thy lufti have ftaid thee. 184 Ewllemes* Book 3* XV. ^My kfc i^ If^-t^ Tvitk ^jrdf and Book 3. Emllemes. 18 j XV. PSALM. 30. 10- My life is fpenf with griefs and my years with ^fighing. WHitfaflea Star rul'd ray untimely birth. That would not lend my days one hour of Mirth ? Ho* oft have tbcfe bare kaecs been beat to gala The flendcralffls of one poor fmik, in vain ? H3W ofccD, cixU with the faftidioas light. Have my faint lips: imptor'd the (hades of night ? How often have my nightly torments pray'd For iingring twilight, glutted with the fliade ? Day worfe then night, night worfe then day appcarf,' In tears I fpend my nights, my days in tears : I moan unpiti'd, groan without relief, There is co end nor meafure of my grief. The fmiling flow'r falutes the day ; it grows llRtouch'd with care ; it neither fpics nor fows I O that rav tedious life were like this flow'r. Or freed from grief, or finiih'd with an hour : Why was I born ? Why was I born a man i* And why proportioa'd by fo large a fpan ? Or why fufpended by the common lor. And being born to die, whydielnot? Ah rac ! Why is my forrow- wafted breath Dcni'd the eafis privilcdgeof death ? The branded flave that tugs the weary oare. Obtains the Sabbath of a welcome ihorc ? His ranfom*d ftripcs are heal'd, his native foil Sweetens the mem'ry of his forreiga toil : N But 1 8 (5 Emhlemes. Book 3, But ah ! my forrows are not half fo blcft ; My labour finds no point, my pains no reft : 1 barter Tighs for tears, and tears for gioans. Still vainly rolling SiLypheaiiftones: Thou juft obfcrver, of our flying hours; That, with thy Adamantine fangs, devours The brazen monuments of rcnown'd Kingj, DfDth thy glals ftaad ? Or by thy moulting wings Ucapt to flie ? If not, \«rhy doft thou fptre A willing breaft ; a brcaft that ftands fo fair ? A dying breaft, that hath but only breath To beg a wound, and ftrength to crave a death ? Q thac the pleafed Hcav'ns would once diffolve Thefc flelhly fetters, that fo faft involve My hamp'red foul ; then would my foul be blefl Trom all thefe ills, and wrap her thoughts in reft : Till then, my days are months, my months arc yearS; My years are ages to be fpcnt in tears : My griefs entailed upon my waftful breath. Which no recovery can cut off, but death. Breath drawn in cottages, * puft out in thorns. Begins, continues, and concludes in groans. INNOCENT, Book 3. Emhlemes. 187 INNOCENT, de vilitate condit. humana?. Owho wiU s^ive mine eyes a fountain of texrs^ that Imjy bewail my mifsrable ingrr[s of mxns cor.iition\ xhfrfulprtu grefs of mins conv^rfixion^ the damnable f^refs in mans difo*,. luxion ? / wiU confidt^r with teirs, robereof man was made^ vohit man doth^ and what man it to do '. Alof, he it formsd of earth, conceived in ftn, born to punijhmsnt : Hd doth evil things tohich are not lawful \ he doth filthy things, which are not decent ; He doth viin things^ which are not expedient. EPIG. i^ My heart. Thy life's a debt by Bond, which bears A fccret date ; the uie is Groans and Tears : Plead not ; ufurious Nature will have aU, As wen the lufreftai the Principal. N 2 i8S Emlletnesi Book 3.- T. ^lyjauU hath cauetetlto dcfire thy ■ judgments .]> fj! ifc- . i-^^ r , THE FOURTH BOOK. I. ROM. 7: 23. J fee another Law in my members warring a* gainsi the Law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the Law of fin. OHow my will is hurried too and fro, And how my unre(olv*d refolves do vary 1 1 know notftWhere to fix, fometimcs I g« This way, then that, and tli? n the quite contrary t I like, d (like ; lament for what I could not ; I do, undo ; yet ftill do what I would not. And at the felf fame inftant wiQ the thing I would not. 2 Thus are my weather-beaten thoughts oppreft With th' earth- bred winds of my prodigious will j Thus am I hourly toft from Eaft to Weft Upon the Fowling ftrcams of good and ill : Thus am I driven upon thcfe flipy*fy fud$ Fronj real ills to faife apparent goods : My life's a troubled fca, composed of cbs and floods. 3 The curious Penman, having trimm*J hit page With the dead language ot hisdabled quiD, Lets fall a heedlefs drop, then in a rage Cafhiers the fruits oF his unlucky skill ; Ev'n fo my pregnant foul in th* Infant bud Of her beft thoughts fhorws down a cole black flood Of unadvifed iHs^ and cancels all her good. N 3 Some ipo Emllemes. Book 4. Sometimes a fudden flalh of facred heat V/arms my chill foul, and fees my thoughts in frame; But foon that fire is fhouldrcd from her icat J5y luftful Cv\-ix$ iTfiuch inferiour ftSmc. I feel two fiannes, and yet no flame eotirc ; Thys are the mungrel thoughts of mixt dcfire, Confum'd between that heav nly and this earthly fire. Sometimes my trafh difdaiaing thoughts cut pafs The common period of terrene conceit; O then, mt^thinksl fcorn Xht thing I was, Vv^hilft I ftiod ravifh'd at my ncvv cftate : But vvhen th'lcarian wings of my defire Ftel but the warmth of their own native fire, O then ;hey melt and plunge within their wonted mire. I isjiow the nature of my wai?'ring mind ; "r i know the fraihy of my flcfhly will : My PalTion's Eagle c^'d •, my judgmcnr blind j i know what*sgood, but yet make choice of ill. When th'OlVrich wings of my defires (hall be So dull, they cannot mount the leaft degree, ^ct grant my foul defirc but of defirirg thee^ g, B E R N. Book 4. Emilemes. 1511 S. BE?vN. Med. 9. My heart is i vxin beirt, g vagabond and inftibh heart j vohile it if Ui by its ovon juJgmsnt, and wanting Divine ccun- fsl cannctfubfifi in it fdf ; and wbil/i it divers roiys [eekcth reS. f^iJ.\- '.one^ hut remaineth miserable throuih labour ^ and voidcj ;:: '.:e: it fgreetb not Toitb it (elf) it diffcnietb from it [elf It jjierethrelohtions, changnbihe]udgmsm^fr:Lrfi^th Mtro '.t.ughiSy pulhtb doron the old, arJ buildctb ibfm up a- gujc : it rcil^etb and tvilhtb not ; and .fi/rr remah^tb in the farm fiate. S. A U G U S T. dfc verb. Apoft. Whrn it would, it caanrt ; becauff>whin it mi^htjt vj^uli not : Tberrfore by an evil will man lofl bis good fowit* EPIG. I. MV foul, bow are thy thoughts difturbJ, confin'd, Enlarged betwixt thy members and thy mind ! Fix here or there ; thy douht dependirgcaufe Caa nc r expert one verdict 'cwixc two Lavis. N 4 igz Ewllmes. Book 4« II. '"^^MTri^, 1: 1 Oh that my mayes were JirectsJ, . V ■'-^evr thy flatu^&r. pfal.ttiJ.r Book. 4- Emllemes. 195 II.. PS ALM 119. J. that nty ways were d'trecieci to keep thy Statutes ! I THus I, the objeft of the worlds difdain. With Pilgrim pace furround the weary earth : 1 only relifh what the world counts vain ; Her mirth*« my grief, her fullsn grief my mirth ; Her light my darknefs ; aad her truth my errour: Her freedom is my jail 5 and her delight my tefrour. 2 Fond earth ! proportion not my fceming love To my long ftay ; let not thy thoughts deceive thcc j Thou art my prifon and my home's above ; My life's a preparation but to leave thee : Like one that fceks a door, I walk about thee : With thee I cannot live ; I cannot live without thee. 3 The world's a labVinth, whofe anfraSuous ways Are an compos 'd of rubs and crook'd Meanders; No reftiag here ; He's hurried back that ftays A thought ; and he that gees unguided wanders : Her way is dark, Jier path untrod, ucev'n ; So hard's the way from earth;fo hard's the way to Heaven. 4 Jhis gyring bb^iath is betrench'd ^bout On either hand with ftream? of fulphVocs fire. Streams dofely Aiding, erriwg in and out, ^ But feeming pleafaat to the fond defcler ; Where if his footft^ps trufc their own irtveatiou, • He fallj without rcdrcfs. and finks without dimenfion. Where 194 Emhlemes. Book Where fhall I feck a Guide .* where fliall I meet Some lucky hafti to kad my trembling paces ? What tnifty Lanthorn will direct my feet To fcapc the danger of thcfe dang*rous places s* What hopes have I to pafs without a Guide ; Where one gets fafcly through, a thoufand faU bcfidc; An unrcqucfted Star did gently Aide Befere the Wife- men to a greater Light ; Back Aiding Ifr el found a double Guide ; A Pillar, and a Cloud ; by Day, by Night : Yet in my dcfpVate dangers which be far More greater than theirs,! have no PillarjCloudjnorStar. O that the pinions of a clipping Dove - Would cut my paffage through the empty Air ; Mine eyes being feafd, how would I mount above The reach of danger and forgotten care ! My backward eves (hould nc'r commit that fault, Whofe lafting guihihould build a monument of Salt, 8 Great God that art the flowing Spring of Light, Enrich mine eyes wich thy refulgent Ray : Thou art my Path ; dire£l my fleps aright ; I have no other Light, no other Way: ril truft my God, and him alone purfue ; His Law fhall be my Path ; his Heavenly Light my Clue. S. AUGUST. Book 4^ Emlkmeu 195 S. AUGUST. Soliloqu. cap. 4. O Lord ; robo art the Light^ ihe Wiy^ the Truth, the Life ; iM rohom tkere is no darknes, errcur^ vanity n»r dextb', the Li^ht^ rviihout rvhirb there is da knefs -, the Way, jvithout which there is wandrivj^ ; the truths Toitiscut tobitb there is errour] the life ^ wiibout rohich .here is death: Say, Lord, Jet there bt ligtt, and 1 JhiU fee Li^hf. and efchew dxrknefs ; jJhjU fee the way, and avoid mndring ; ' jhall fee the triab^ gndjhun errrtr; I foiU fee Life, and efc2ps Death ', iVumi* tiate, O illuminate my blind Soul, which (ittetb in darknefsj and the fhadow of death y and dire^ wy feet in the vay of peace. EPIQ. 2. Pllgrlai trudge on : what makfs thy foul com plain Crowns thy complaint. The way co reft is pain : The road to refolution lies by doubt : The next way home's the fart heft way about. I9<5 Emllemes. Book 4. III. AStcn^ mirft^^s tntlu-' BzzJuir that' Book 4. Eifihlemes. 197 III. PSALM 17. ^ Stay myjieps in thy paths ^ that my feet Jo notjllde. I WHen cVe the old Exchange of profit rings Her filvcr Saints- bell of uncertain gains, My Merchant-foul can ftretch both legs and wings, How I can run, and take unwearied pains ? The charms of profit arc fo ftrong, that I Who wanted legs to go find wings to flie. 2 If time-beguiling Pleafarc but advaiice Her luftful trump, and blow her bold alarms, O how my fportful foul can frisk and dance. And hug that Syren in her twined arms ! The fprightly voice or finew-fcrengthning pleafarc Can lend my bed rid foul both legs and leifure, 3 If blazing honour chance to fill my veins With fliiving warmth, and fia(h of Courtly fire. My foul can take a plrafiire in her pains : My lofty ftrutting ftcps difdain to tire ; My antick knees can turn upon the hinges Of Ccmplement, aud fcrue a thoufand ainges» 4 But when I come to Thee, my God that art The royal Mine of everlafting treafure, .The real honour of ray better parr, And living fountain or eternal pleafurc. How ncrvelefs are my limbs ! ho

of wind, or oar ; Her flipp*! y keei divides the filver foame With eafe i So facile is the way from home. But when the home bound VciTel turns her fails Againfi the breafc of the reiifciag ftrcam, O then (he (lags ; nor fail, nor oar prevails ; Theftreamis fcurdy, and her Tid^-Zs extream Eachrtroiar mjm^ e\'is least they^pe^i^i^ vaiutf . f/tfl ' u3 . Book 4^ Emllemef. ^o$ V. PSALM. 119.37. Turn away mine eyes from regarding vanity* HOw like the threds of flax That touch the flamt, are my Inflam'd dcfirci ! How like to yieldlDg wax My foul diffolve before thefe wanton firei ! The fire but touched, the flame but felt, Like flax, I burn ; like wax, I mcll. 2 O how this flefh doth draw My fettcrM foul to that deceitful fire ! And bow the eternal Law It baffled by the law of my defire » How truly bad, how feemiog gtod | Are all the laws of ficfh and blood ! O wretched ftatc of men. The height of whofe ambition^! to borrow What inuft be paid again With griping int^reft of the next days forrow ! How wild his thoughts ! How apt to range ! How apt to vary ! Apt to change \ 4 How intricate and nice Is mans perplexed way to mans defire ? Sometimes upon the ice He flips, and fometimes falh into the fire ; His progrefs is extream and bold, Or very hot, or Tcry cold. O 5 io5: EmhlemeS, Book .V The common food he doth; r y / -. ^ , Suftain his foulitormenring thcitights withaf,' Ii honey in his mputh To night, and Inhis heart, tomorrow gall; *ris oftentimes, within an hour. Both very fwect and very fowre. If fweet Cvrhni fmlle, AHeav'n of joy breaiss down into liis heart: Cflriw«i frown a while ? Jiells torments are but copies of hi« fmart : Within a luftful heart doth dwell AfeemingHeavn, a very Hell. Thus worthlefs, vain, and void Of comfort, are the fruits of earths employment, Which *cre they be enjay'd Piftraft us, and deftroy us in th' enjoyment ; Thefc be the pleafures that are priz'd. When Heav-fls cheap pen'worth ftands defpis'dy Lord, quench thefe hafty fladics, Which dart as lightning from the thund'rlng fkies, And ev'ry minute dafhei Againft the wanton windows of mine eyes : Lord, clofe the cafement, whilft I ftand Behind the curtain of thy band. S. AUGUST. Book 4^; EmlUmes. 207 J. AUGUST. SoLloqa. cap, 4. O thou Sun tkit illuminxteth both Heiven and Eifth ! Wa he unto tbofd eyes xocicb do not behoU tberi Wo be unto thofe blind eyes which nanot behold thee : fVo be unto thofe which turn away their eyes that they will not behold thee \ Wo he unto thofe that turn away their eyes that they mi.y behold vanitjm S. CHRYS. fup. Mat. 19. u whit is the evil womm but the enemy of frien^Jhip^, an un- avoiditlepiin^ a necejfiry mif chiefs a natural tentation^ a de- firihle calamity^ a domefiici danger^ a dekciabU inconvenience, and the tature of roil, painted over with the colour of good. ^ £ p I G. ^ *Tis vain, great God,to dofe mine eyes fromiU, When I relolvc to keep the old man ftill 5 My rambling heart muft covenant firft with thee. Or none ud pais betwixt mine eye and mc. O 4 EtnlUmei. Book 4I VL . If J h^zve fouwlfayour tfit/w si^ht let, rrw * Ufe. he. ^tyen. nte. at rruf jfettttorL. Sjizr.y.j Book 4. Emhkmes. 109 VI. ESTHER 7.3. Jf I have found favour h thy fight, and if it pleafe the King , let my life he given we at rHj petition. THou art the Great Afuerus, whofe command Doth ftretch from Pole to Pole • the world*s thy Rebellious rajhti* i the corrupted will, (Land; Which being cali'd, refufes to fulfil Thy juft command; Ejiber^ whofe tears coadok The razed City's the regenerate Soul ; A captive maid, whom thou wilt plea(e to grace With nuptial Honours in ftout F'a^th place : Her kinfman, whofe unbended knee did thwart Proud Himuns glory, is the flcfhly part : The fobcr Eunuch^ that recall'd to mind The new- built gibbet {Hiimn had divin'd For his own ruin^ fifty cubits high. His luftfuI-thought-controUing chaftity ; Infalting Hamm is that Refhly luft Whofe red- hot fiiry, for a feafon, muft Trtumf b in pride, and ftudy ho* to tread On Mordeciiy till royal ESiher plead. Great King, myfent-for rajhti mil not come; O let the oyl o'th bleffed Virgins womb Cleanfe my poor ESiber ; look, O look upon her With gracious eyes ; and let thy Beam of honour So fcoir her captive ftains, that (he may prove An holy Obje^ of thy Heavenly love : Anoint XI o Emhlemes. Book 4,' Anoint her with the Spiknard of thy graces. Then try the fwtecntfs of her chaft embraces : Make \\Zi the partner o*' thy liuptial bed. And fet thy Ro-.al Qown up^ n her head; If thca uai'i'^itious fdamm cJiaoce to fpend Kis fpleen on Mordecaiy thar fcorns to bend TI;e wilful f^ifaeis of his t rubber n knee. Or bafcly crouch to any Lord but thee ; If weeping E^her (houlJ prefer a gronc Before the high tribunal Throne, Hold forth thy Golden Sceptcif, and afford The gentle audience of a gracious Lord : And let thy Royal Eflbcr be poffeft Of half thy Kingdom, at her dear rcqueft: " Curb luftfiil ffimin ; him that would difgracej Nay, ravifh thy fair Queen before thy face : And as proud Hdrmn was himfclf enfnar'd On that fclf gibbet that himfelf prepare'd ; So nail my luft, both Jpunifhment and guilt. On fhat dear Crofs that minc.own lufts haye built. S* AUGUST. Book. 4^ Emilemes. 211 S. AUGUST. inEp. O holffplrit^ alwm infpire me voith boJy works. Conflraiu iwf, tbit Jmiydo: Counfdme^ tbit I may lovetbee-, Con' firm mr, tbit 1 mny bold tbee j Conferv: me, that 1 tnjy not hfc ibee, S. AUGUST, fup. Joan. The fpirit lufis whsre tbe fijh reSctb : For as tbefl^Jh is uouTi^ei with f meet things ^tbe Spirit it refrejhed with fowre. Ibidem. WouJdJi thou that thy flefl) obey thy fpirit ? Then Jet thy fpirit cbey thy God, Thou mujl b^gOTterncdj that tkou miiji govtrn. EPIG. 6. Of Mercy and Juftlcc is thy Kingdom built ; This plagues my fin ; and that removes my guilt ; When c*re I fue, Afusrui like decline Thy Scepter, Lord, fay, Half my Kingdom'? thine. ZIX Emllemes. Book 4. vn. Cunj^ mv LelaveA^Lt us qoe. forth, into thejrelds let us r^rrrune in -the 'V-:ja:: ' . Cr.nt r 7. n. ^ Book 4i Emllemes. %ii VII. CANTICLES 7. II- ComCy wy UloveJ^ let us go forth into the field, and let us remain in the villages. I Cbftf* Soul. C^./^Ome, Come, my dear, and let us both retire \^^ And whifF the dainties of the fragrant fields: Wiicre warbling Pi;;'iBtfAand the (hrill mouth'd quire Ghaunt forth their raptaresjwhere the Turtle buildi Her lovely neft ; and where the new b3rn brier Breathi forth the Sweetnefs that her Apil yields : Come, come, my lovely fair, and lee us try Thefc rural delicate* ; where thou and I May melt in private fiames, and fear co ftacder by. Souh My hearts eternal joy, in lieu of whom The earth'i a blaft, and all the world's a bubble ; Our City-manfion is the faireft home, But Country fwects are tang'd *ith Icffer trooblc : Let's try them both, and chufe the better ; come t A change in pleafure, makes the pleafure double j On thy commands depends my go or tarry, I'll ftir with Mifthi^ or I'll ftay with Mtrj : Our hearts are firmly fitjalchowgh her pleafares vary. 0% i. i 4 Emlkmes: Book Chf, Our CountreymanfTon (fituate on high) With various Objefts, ftill renews delight ; Her arched root*s of nnftatn'd Ivory I ^ Her waHs of fieryXparkling Chryfonte ; Her pavement is of hardeft Porphyry ; Her fpacious windows are all glaz'd with bright And.flamingCarbuacIes; no need require Titi^^i faint rays, or rukan'i feeble fire; And eveVy Gate's a Pearl ; and every Pearl entire^ JQUI, Fool that I was ! how were my thoughts decei?*d ! How fallly was my fond conceic poflefk t I took it for an Hermitage but pav*d And daub*d withneighbr'ing dirt,and thachtatbeft Alas, I nev'r expefted more, nor crav'd ; A Turtle hop'd but for a Turtles neft: Come, come, my dear, and let no idle ftay N^gieft th*advantage of Che head-ftrong day ; How pleafure grates, that feels the curb ef dull delay ! €hr. Corns then, my Joy ; let our divided paces Condud us to our faireft territory • O there wcM twine our fouls in«fweet embracei ; Soul, And in thine arms '111 tell ray paffion ftory : Chr.O there I'll crown thy head with all my graces ; Soul. And aa thefe graces Ihall reflet thy glory ; Cbr, O there I'll feed thee with celeftial MaMtm ; Vl\ be thy Elkanj. Soul. And I. thy /lAnna. C. I'll found my crump of joy. S. And I'd refound Hofannu S. BERN* Book 4- Emllemes, 215 $. BERN. bJefed CommpUthn ! The deitb of vises^ and the life t>/ virtues ! Tbeft the Liro And Prophets admire : Wko ever attained perfe^ion^ if not by tkee\ blejfed Solitude, the Ms- giline cf CeUfUil Treifure] by thee things einkly^ and tnnfnory^ are changed into Heavinlj, and Eterml, S. B E R N. in Ep. Hippy is tkit koufe, and bU fed is that Congregnioff, voben Muiha fiiU compUinetb of Mary. E P I G. ;. Mcchaaick fou?, thou muft net only do With Marthj \ but, with AUry, pi^nrler foo '. Happy's that houfe where thefe fair fiftcrs v#y B»s moft, when lyUriha'i ucocqu'J to ^J/. i6 Emhlemes, Book 4^ VIII. ^K/in),Tn£7V£nH//r'un a/i^r' th^e 6Ka/t/c \ ^jJn/iTv;m£ 7V£ rz^^t -run afz^r r/^^e arca/i 0f^€ Tavffur ctfthy a^'cci i^yntm^ntis'* 4^6 Book 4' ^mllemes, 217 VIIL C ANTICLES i: 3; Draw me ; we will follow after thee hy the favour of thy good Oyntments. THu«, lik€ a lump of the corrupted Ma(s, I lie fecare, long loft before I was : And like a block, beneath whofe burthen lies That undifcover'd worm that never dies 1 have no will to rouze, I have no power to rife. On ftinkiDg La^rm compound or ftrive With deaths entangling fetters, and revive ? Of can the water-buried ^x^ implore A hand to raife i:, or it felf reftore, And from her Tandy deeps approach the dry-foot fhore ? $0 hard's the task for finful flefh and blood To lend the fmalleft ftep to what is good. My God, I cannot move the leaii degree ! Ah ! If but only thofe thac atlive be. None ftiould thy glory fee, none (hould thy glory fee. But if the Potter pleafe t^informjthe dav : Or fome ftrong hand remove the block away : Their lowly fo'"tunes foon are mounted higher ; That proves a vefTel, which before was mire ; And thia being hewn, may fcrve for better ufc than fire, P And 21 8 Emhlevnes* * Book 4. Ar.d if that life-refloring voice command Dtad La^TiLi forth ; or tiiat gieat Prophets hand Should eharm the fullen waters, and begin Tobecken, crtodartaftickbutin, Drad Lu^^rui muft revive, and th* Ax muft float again. Lord, as I am, 1 have no pow'r at all To hear the voice or Echo to thy call j The gloomy Clouds of mine own guilt benight me ; Thy glorious beams, not dainty fweets invite me ; They neither can direS ; nor thefc at all delight me. See how my fin-bemangled body lies, Not having pow'r to will, nor will to rife ! Shine home upoa thy Creature, and infpire My livelefs Will with thy regen'rate fire j The Hrft degree to do, is only to defire. Give me the power to Will, the Will to do ; O raife mt up, and I will ftrire to go : Draw me, O draw me with thy trebble twifi-, Ti;at have co pow'r but meerly to refift ; Olend me ftrcngih to do, and then command thy lift ! My Soul's a Clock, whofe wheels (for want of ufe Aitd binding up, being fubje^i to the abufe Of eating ruft) wants vigour to fulfil Her twelve hours task, and (hew her makers /Jklll, But idly llscpsunmov'd, and ftaadcth vainly ftill. Hreat God it i<: thy work and therefore good. ]t thou be plcss'd to clcanfe it with thy blood, Anr> wind ir np^ with thy foul-moving keys, M - ^; leeis Ihal] ferve thee all her days ; Cpraife, . ihaH poiuE thy pow*r, her hammer ftricke thy S. B E R N. Book 4. Emhlemesi, 219 S. B E R N. £erm. 21. in Cant. Lex VA run. Jet m run, but tnthy fivour ofih) Ointment^ noi in the confidence cf our merits, nor in tkc ^rfj.tn^.[s of our Strength : WctTuji to run, but in th^ muUi'ud-^ ofthji rr.crcics^ for though w run md ire wil^inji^it U vet in hint thit rvilleth, nor in him thit ruintth, but in Gc.1 tkif fitwfth mercy, let thy mercy return, and roe roiUrun : Tbou like i Gyint, runnefl by thy own power \ wc, unU^ thy Ointment breatb upon m cojinot run. EPIC. 8. Look not, my Watch, being once repair'd to ftand Expefling, motion from thy Maker's hard H'as wound thee up, and cleaned thy Cogs with blood : If now thy wheels ftaad ftill thou arc net good. P 2 tio Emllemcsi Book ^s IX. That tfwti Tva-t as rvy Brother, that \ Su<:M the B^lf ofrn^'riloihsr. Qm-: 8 ' 216 - Book 4^ Emhkmes. iii IX. CANTICLES 8. i. that thou wert as my Brother , that fucked the hreaHs of my mother ; vchen I Jhould find thee without , I would kifi thee. I COme, come, my bleffcd Infant, and immure thee Within clij :cmple of my facrod arms ; Secure mine anus, miae arm"^^ (hall chen fecure thee From Htroi's fury, or the High-Priefts harms ; Or if thy danger'd life fuftdin a lofs, My folded arms (hall turn thy dying crofs. But a^ ; what favage Tyrant can behold The beauty of fo fweet a (ace, as this if. And not himfelf be by himfelf controul'd. And change his fury to a thoufand kilTes ? One fmile of thine i? worth more Mines of treafure Then there be M^rinds in the days of C^or t^tdn Jlovetkee^ 1 urn ckan ; rvken J touch tbee, J am^chijle ; Tohcn I receive thee 1 im a y'irgin : O ni%Q fwedt ^sfu, thy embraces dzfik rot. cut cleda[^'j thy mr^i^ion foU'jxetbnot^ but fjn^jfietht O ^cfu rhefotrntjia of wiivjrjjil frpeetnefs, pirdonmetbzt J bslievedfoJatej tkdt [0 Tsucbfweetnt^fs it in thy embriccs. EPIG. 9. My burthen's greater : Let not Atla boaft : Impartial Reader, judge which bears the moft: He bears bur Keav'o, my folded arms rufraia Heav'ns maker, who;n Heav'i^s Heav'a cannot contain. P 4 124 Emllemes\ Book 4'. X. fiyvyktotLn^heA.lGt^hthtm whom ■my JauI^Lru^tk'lJoujht him hut J found km not Book 4. Emllemes, %z^ X. CANTICLES 3. I. h my led hy night I fought hm that my fid loveth ; / fought him, hut I found him not, THc learned Cynick having loft the way To honeft men, did in the height of day. By Taper-light divide his fteps about The peopled ftreets to find r'^i* Dainty out ; But faii'd: The Cynick fJarch'd not where he ought ; The thing he fought for, was not where he fought. The Wife-mens task feemM harder to be done. The Wife- men did by Srai -light feek the Sun, And found : The Wife- men fearch'd it where they ought - The thing he hop'd to find was '*here they fought. One feeks his wifhes where he fhould ; but then Perchance he feeks notai he (hould ; nor when. Anoth-^r fearchej when he fhould ; buc there He fails: not feeking as he (hould, nor where. Whofefoul ddllres the good i: wants, and would Obtain, muft feek Where, As, and When he fhould. How often have my wild aiFe£^ions led Ikly 'A jfted foul to this my wido,v'd bed ,To feek my lover, whom my fuuldelires ? (I (peak not, Cufid^ cf thy wanton fires : Thy fires are all but dying fparks to mine j My flames are full of Heav n , and ail Divine) How often have I fought this bed by nig^ht. To find that gr-eater by this klTer ligM ! How zz6 Emhlemes. Book How oft have my unwitneft groans lamented Thy deareft abfence / Ah, how often vented The bitter tempefts of defpairing breath, And tofi my foul upon the waves of death ! How often has my meking heart made choice Gf filent tears (tears louder than a voice) To plead my grief, and woe thy abfent ear ! And yet thon. wiit not come, thou wilt not hear; is thy wonted love become fo cold ? Or do mine eyes not feek thee where they fiiould ! Why do I feek thee, if thou art not here ? Or find thee not, if thou artev'ry where ? 1 fee my errour, it is not ftrange I could not Find out my love : I fought him where I Ihould not. Thou art not found in downy beds of eafe ; Alas, thy mufick ftrikes on harder keys: Ner art thou found by that falfe feeble light Of Natures candle, our Egyptian night Is more than common darknefs ; nor can we Expcft a morniog, but what breaks from the<». Well may my empty bed bewail thy lofs. When thou art lodgM upon thy (hameful crofs- If thou refufc to (hare a bed with me. We'll never part. Til (hare a crofs with thee. ANSELM. feook 4. Emlkmes. 117 A N S E L M. in Proto!og. i. Lofi^M thon irt not prefent^ vohere jhdl 1 feek thee ah- fent? If every rohcre, vohy do J not f^e tb;e prefent? Thou droelkft in light iniccfjjibk% aftd where is that jnjLrcJ^bJe light r Or hoTo Jl)ali J i>a^rf accefs to Ji^btimcctjf.bh? 1 bs^ Jeeih th:t Lori^ reach me to feek thee, and fnem thy ftlf to tks ftekrr ', becauje 1 cm neiiker fftt tbfe^ unltfs thou tczcb w?, nor find thee, unlefi thou Jhiw tby fcJf to msi Let me feek thee, in d^firing tkcp, and d^fire xkee in fething thee ; Let me find tkee in loving tbeCt and Irji tkcs in finding tkee. E P I G. lo; Where fhouldfc thou feek far reft but in thy bed ? But now thy re't is gone, thy rcfc is fled : 'Tis vaia to feek h'.m there : My foul be wife; Go ask thy fui ; the^'il tcli thee, where he lies. liZ Emlkmes. XL iM^ilt rtj'c mtr. andjce ahcut the Ciw in the ftreetr ffnJ.ta.tk£.brcadwtafJ I mil fc^h /utn n'lum mv/'^'ui i ^^eihd /aught htm but fcund hint mt . Cotitj. z zzS. Book 4. Emhkmcs. 119 XT. CANTICLES 3. %: I will rife^ and go almt the City, and will feek him that my foul loveth : Ifcught him, but I found him not. OHow ray difappolnted fcul's Pf rplcxt ! How reftlefs choughr: Tv, 'im in mv troubled brcaft How vainly pleas'd with hopes, then crofly vext With fears 1 And how betwixt them both diftreft ! What place ii left unraufack'd ? Oh, where next Shall I go feck the Author of my reft ? Of what blcfs'd Angel "^ an my lips enquire Theundircove»*d w.- ;o that entire Aid everlafting folace or my hearts defire f Look how the ftrickfn He^-t that wotrded fiei Ov'r hills and dales, ar :. feeirs the lower grounds For rucDiiig fcrcam,, the ^^hilit his we-rping eyes Beg fileni mercy from the i)llowingHoaads ; At l.-..j;rh, eitibof:, he droo; ;, drops cown, and lies Beo-^fh the burthen of hii bi- *riing wounds : Ev'n fa iTiy gapping foul^ dilT 1\ 'd in tears,* Do:h fearch rbrthee. my God, whofe deafnedears Leave mc th'unra.rcm'd Pfis'ner to my pacick frarJ. Where zjo Emllemes. Book 4. 3 Where have my bufie eyes not pry'd ? O where. Of whom hath not my thred-bare tongue demanded ? I learchM this gloiious City ; he's not here : I fought the Country *, (he ftands empty handed ; I fearch'd the Court ; he is a ftranger there : I ask'd the land ; he's lhipp*d : the fca : he»s landed ; 1 clim'd the air, my thoughts began t'afpire ; But aly! the wings of my too bold defire. Soaring too near the ^un. were fmc'g'J with facred fire. I movM th« Merchant's ear; alas, but he . Knew, neither what I faid, nor what to (ay : I ask'd the Lawyer, he demands a fee. And then demurs me with a vain delay : I ask'd the Schooltrian : his adcice was free. But fcoi'J me out too intricate a way : I ask'd the Watch-man Cbeft of all the four) Whofe gentle anf-ver could refolvc no more. But that he lately left him at the Temple door. Thus having fought, and made my great inqueft In ev'ry place, and fearch'd in cv'ry ear : I threw me on my bed ; but ah! my rett Was poifon'd with th'citremes of grief and fear. Where looi<:ing down ioto my troubled breaft. The Magazine of wounds, I found him there : Let others hu/it, and (hew their fportful Art; 1 wifh to catch the Hare before fhe ftart. As Potchers ufe to do ; Heav'dS Form's a troubled heart.' S. AMBROS. Book 4. Emhkmes. 2,31 S. A M B ROS. lib. 3. de Virg. Chrift is not in ihs ntirist , nor in Buets ', ¥or Cbrifi is TcJice, in tbemirkct ire firiftsi Cbrifi is ^ujlice^ in the market is iniquity : ChriQ is a Labourer, in the vnrkn is idlfnefs: Cbriji is Cbxrity, in xhsmirlstis (tinder : Cbrift is Faitb, in the mirlet is fraud. Let us not tberefore feek Chrifi^ robere vfs cannot find Cbriji, S. HIE ROM, Ser. 9. Ep. 22. ad Euftoch. '^.'fus is iealous : He will not bavi tby face feen : Let foclijb f^irgins ramble abroad, feck tbou tby Love at home^ EPIG. II. What. lofi thy love? will neither bed nor board Receive him ? Net by tears to be imploiM ? It is the Ship that moves, and not the Coaft ; i t^^ar, I fear, my foul, 'tijthou art loit. .•» %}Z Emllemes* Book 4. XII. S'anj/'e him ivksm my S side L^etA^itwashui 'dttkyjf^fedjrmn thzni hutljuuni him. ^ ^rr^ h'^ tz fyuetk I kelA him etc : Omt rj -4 t; Book 4. Emiletnesl ^3} xm CANTICLES. 3. 3. Have you feen him whom my SoullovethWhen I haH a little from them, then Ifofind him^ I took hold on him, and left him not. WHat fccret corner ? What unwonted way Has fcap'd the raofack of my rambling thought ? The Fox by night, nor the dun Owl by day. Have never fcarch'd thoTe places I have fought, Whilft they lamented, abfcncc taught my brcaft The ready load to grief, without rcqueft ; My day had neither comfort, nor my night had reft. 2 How hath my unregarded language vented The lad tautologies of lavifh paflion ; How often have I langnifliM unlamented ! Jiow oft have I complain'd, without compaSioa • I afk'd the City-watch, but (ome deny'd me The common ftreet,whilft others would mifguide mej Some would debar me ; feme, divert me *, fome,dcridc mc- 3 Mark how the Wldow*d Turtle, having loft The faithful partner of her loyal heart. Stretches her feeble wings from coaft to coaft, Haunts cv'ry path ; thinks every fhade doth part Her abfent Love, and her 5 at length unfpcd. She re- betakes her to her lonely bed. And there bewails her eycrlafiing Widow. htad. .0. S4 ^34 Emhlemes, Book 4, So when my foul had progreft cv'ry place, That love and dear affe^ion could cont rivcj I threw me on my couch, rcfolv'd t' embrace A death for him in whom I ccas'd to live : But there inj*irious Hyman did prefcnc His landfkip joys ; my pickled eyes did \tnt Full ftreams of Briny tears , tears never to be fpent. Whilft thus my forrow- wafting foul was feeding Upon the rad'cal humour of her thought, Ev'n whilft mine eyes were blind, and heart was bleeding He thatwaslought, unfound, was found, unfought As if the .sun (hould dart his orbe of light Intothefecrcts of the black- brow'd night.- Ev'n fo appeared ray Love, my folc. my fouls delight. O hofv mine eyes now ravi(h*d at the fight Of my bright Sun- fhot flames of equal fire' Ah ! How my foul diflblv'd with o*rdelight, To re-enjoy the Crown of chaft defire ! How fov'reign joy deposM and difpoffeft Rebellious gric^ ! And how my ravifh*d breaft But who can prefs thofe heights, that cannot be expreft " O how thefe arms, thefe greedy arms did twine, And ftroagly twift about his yielding wafc ! The fappy branches of the Thefpian Vine, Nev'rclitg*d their lefs beloved Elmfofafc; Boaft not thv flames, blind boy, thy feathered (hot ; Let Hymens eafic fnarles be quite forgot : Time caanot quench our fircs,nor death diflbhe.our knot, ORIG. Book 4. Emhlemes. 235 O R I G. Horn. 10. in diverf. O moP holy Lord ! and [weeteji Mafier, bow ^ogi art thou to thofe that are of upright heirt^ and kumbJe fpirit ! horn ble fed are the) that fee k tbeeroith afimpJe heart] Hovj happy that trufi in thee ! It is a moji certain truth, that thou loveSi all that love thee, and never forfai:^ thofe that truft in thee I For behold thy Love [imply fought thee, and undoubtedly found thee'. She trufled intkee, and is not forfaken of. 'thee, but hath obtained more by thes^ than fhe expe^sd from thee* ^ E D A in cap. 3. Cant. The longer Ivoat in finding whom I fought, the more earneji- Ij I held him being found. EPIG. 12. What ? found him out ? let ftrong embraces bind him ; He*l flie perchance, where tears can nevcL find him. New fins will lo(e, what old repentance gains. Wifdom not only gets, but got retains. 0.2 ii6 Emllemes. Book 4. XIIL If is ^00 d. J or nu to draw mareis iru Lord^ I have pit mytruft inyL oni Qoc. - -^fd:7Z Book 4. Emhkmes] 237 XIII. PSALM. 71. 28. It is ^d for me to draw near to GoJ^ Ihav put my trufl in the Lord God. WHere is that Good, which wife-men pleafe tocafl Thechiefeft? Doth there any fuchbefal Within mans reach f or if there fuch a Good at all? If fuch there be, it neither muft expire. Nor change ; than which there can be nothinghighcr t Such good muft be the utter point of man's defire. It is the Mark, to which all hearts muft tend ; Can be defircd for no other end, Than for it fdf, on which aD other Goods depend. What may this Excellent be ? doth it fubfift A real Effence clouded in the midft Of curious Art, or dear to ev*ry eye that lift^ Or is't a tart Idea, to procure An edg, and keep the praftick foul in ure. Like that dear Chymick duft, or puzling Quadrature ^ Where (ban I f^ck this? Where (ban I find This Cath'lick plcafure, whofc extremes may bind My thoughts ? and fill the gulf of my infatiate mind ? Lies it in Treafurc ? In full heaps untold ? Doth gowty MAmrnons griping hand infold This facred Saint in facred Shrines of fov'rci^n goW ? 0. 5 No, 238 Emhlemes. Book No, no, (he lies not t!iere ; wealth often fours In keeping ; makes us hers, in feeming ours ; She Hides from Heav'n indeed, but coi: in /JiBue's fliowcrs. , Lives (he in honour ? no. The Royal down Builds up a creature, and then bstters down • Kings raife thee with a fmile, and raze thee with a frown. In pleafure ? no. Pleafure begins in rage 5 AGs the fools part on earth's uncertain ftag^ ; Begins the play in youth, and Epilogues in ag ♦ Thefe, thefe are bafiard goods ; the befc of thefe Torment the foul wi^h pieafing it, and pleafe. Like water's gulp'd in feavers with deceitful eafe. Earth's flatt'ring dainties arc but fweet diftreflcs : Mole-hiys perform the mountains (he profeffes, Alas, can earth confer mere good than earth poffefTes'? Mount, mount, my foul, and let my thoughts calhier Earth*s vain delights, and make the full carier At Ueav'ns eternal joys ; ftop, fcop, thy Courfer theft. There (hall thy foul poflefs uncareful treafure, There (hale thou fwim in never-fading pleafure : Afld blaze in honour far above the frowns of C^zfir, Lord^ if my hope dare let her anchor fall On thee, the chiefefc Good, no need to call For earthsjnferiour tralh j Thou, thou art All in A17. S. A U G. Book 4. Emlkmei. 23 J S. AUGUST. Soliloqu. ap. 13- I fotow this xhh'^ : I purfue tbit, hut am filUd with nO» thing. But when J found thee J who art that immu*.ibU, inii- vided, and only good in my fcJf , nbat J ebtaincd^ 1 rointed not ; for rohat I obtained not^ 1 grieved not ; with vohAX I was fofcSy my whole defire wis fatisfied. S. BERN. Ser.9.fup.bcatiqmhabcntj&c. Let others pretend merit ; ht him brag of the burthen of the day t let bimboift cf his Sabbath fafis, and 1st him glory that ke is not as other men : but for me , it is good to ckave unto the Lordy and to put vy trufi in my Lerd God, EPia 13. Let Sofeis blafw, and Neptunes waves be join'J, Thy ^olui commands the waves, the wiad : Fear cot the Recks or Worlds imperious waves; Thou climbft a Rock (my foaU a rock thai fives. Q 4 H<^ Emhlemes^ XIV. Book 4; I fat vnder ihejhaiaw cfhrni tvhc rs 1 hoi^ defired. Canl^: 2,. ^ izi5 Book 4^ Emll€\ mes. 241 XIV. CANTICLES 2. 3. I fat under his JhaJow with great Jelight ] and his fruit was five et to my tafte. LOok how the (heep. whofe rambling fteps do fcray , from the fafe bleffing of her Shepherds eyes, Bftfooq becomes the unproteded prey To the wing'd fquadron of belcagring fliei % IVhere fweltcred with thelcorching beams of day. She frisks from bulh to brake, and wildly flies From her own felf, ev'n of her felf afraid ; She (hrouds her troubled brows in ev Vy glade," craves the mercy: of the foft removing (hade. |Ev*n fo my wandriog foul, that hath digreft From her great Shepherd, is the hourly prey [Of aD my fins. Thefe vultures in my breaft Gripe my Promethean heart both night and day/ [Ifcunt from place to place, but find no reft ; 1 know not where to go , nor where to ftay : The eye of vengeance burns, her flames invade My fwelt'ring foul : My foul hath oft affaid, |Yet (he can find no (hroud, but can fhe feel no Ihade^ z^z Emhlemes. Book 4, I fought the (hades of Mirtfi, to wear away My flow pac'd hours of foul confuming grief; I fearchM the (hades of fleep, to cafe my day Of griping forrows with a nights reprief. I fought the (hades of death ; thought there t'allay My final torments with a full relief ; But mirth, nor fleep, nor death, can hide my hours In Che falfe fliades of their deceitful bowrs ; The firft dKtra^s, the next diflurbs, the laft devours. Where (hall I turn ? To whom fhall I apply me ? Are there no ftreams where a faint Soul may wade ? Thy God-heid, Jefus, are the flames that fry me 5 Hath thy Al!-gloricus Deity never a fliade. Where I may fit and vengeance never eye me. Where I might fit refrefli'd or unafraid? Is there no comfort ? Is there no refeftion ? Is there no cover that will give proteftion T*a fainting (bul, the fubjcftof thy wraths reflexion ? I- Look up, my foul, advance the lowly ftature Of thy fad thoughts ; advance thy hnmble eye : See, here's a ftiadow found : The humane nature Is made th'Umbella to the Deity, To catch the Sun- beams of thy jaffc Creator : Beneath this covert thou maift fafeiy lie : Permit thine eyes to climb this fruitful tree, A? quick Zdchew. did, and thou (halt fee A cloud of dyirg flcft} betwixt thofe beams" and thee. GUIL. 3ook^4' Emhlemes, 143 GUIL. iacap^2. Cant, who can endure the fierce rays of ike Sua of ^ujlict ? Who (haJl KOI bs cotifiimed by kis bsims ? Therefore the Sun of fu- iihs tookjiejhj ihat through tke conjun^icn of that Sun and this tumine body a fhidcw mtj be made, S. AUGU^i:. Med. cap. 37. Lord, let ntj foul flee from the fcorcbing thoughts of the Tvorli, unl^ tb« cover tcf thy roirgs, that being ref re fhid by the moierithnof thy jhiioro^ Jbs may fing merrily^ Jn peace will J lij me down and reS* k EPIG. 14. Ah, treach'rous Soul, would not thy pleafurcs give That Lord, which made the liviag, leave to live ? See what thy fins have done : thy fiqs have made The Sun of Glory noA' become thy (hade. Hi Emllemes. Book 4. XV. Jiow^ii .ui n.e fCnq tktjotta ofth Lorain a {b'cn.^c'h and. . Z^r^ Book 4. Emllemes* X4J XV. PSALM. 137. 4. How fhaU we fing a fong of the Lord in a ft range Land I URgc mc 00 more : this airy mirth belongs To better times : thefe times are not for Congs. The fprightly twang of the melodious Lute Agrees not with my voice: and both unfutc My untun'd fortunes : the affected meafure Of ftrains, that are coaftrain*d, afford no pleafurc Mufick*8 the Child of Mirth ; where griefs aflail The Troubled foul, both voice, and fingers fail ; Let fuch as ravel out their lavilh days, In honourable riot ; that can raife Dejecled hearts, and conjare op a fpVit Of madnefs by the Magick of delight ; Let thofe of Cupd*^ Hofpital, that lie impatient Patients to a fmiling eye. That cannot reft, until vain hope beguile Their flattcr'd torment with a wanton frailc ; Let fuch redeem their peace, and falve the wrong?. Of froward Fortune with their frolick fongs ; My grief, my grief's too great for fmiling eyes To cure, or counter-charms to exorcife. The Ravens difmal croaks, the midnight howls Of cmpt 7 Wolves mixt with the fcrcech of Owls, The nine fad knolls of a dull paflTing Bell, With ch: loud language of a nightly kncH, And 24^ Emhlemes. Book 4. And horrid out-cries of revenged crimes, Join'd in a medley's mufick for thefe times j Ihefe are nD times to touch the merry ftring Of Orpheus ; no, thefe are no times to (ing. Can hide- bound Prii^ners, that have fpcnt their fouls, And familh'd bodies in the noifome holes- Of hell black dungeons, apt their rougher throats. Grown hoarfe with begging alms, to warhle notes? Can the fad Pilgrim, that hath lofchis way In the vaft defatt ; there conderan'd a pr^y . To the wild fubjeO^, or his favage King, Rouzc up his palfie fmitten fpirits, and fmg ? Can 1 a Pilgrim , and a Prisoner too, (Alas) where I am neither known, nor know Ought but my torments, an unranfom'd ftrangec In this ftrange climate, in a land of danger ? O, can my voice be pleafant, or my hand. Thus made a Pris'ner to a forein land f How can my mufick relifh in your ears, That cannnot fpeak for fobs, nor iing for tears ? Ah, if my voice could. Orphtus-Wkc, unfpcl My poor Euryiice. my •'bul, irom Hell Of earth's mifconftru'd Heaven, O then my breaft Should warble airs, whofe rhapfodics (hould feaft ! The ears of Seraphims, and /"ntt ~iia Heav'ns higheft Deity with their ofty flrain, A ftrain well drench'd in the true fhefl^ian WeD, Tin then, earths Semiquaver, mirth, farewel. S, AUG. Book 4. Emhlemes. 247 $. AUGUST. Med. cap. 33. inpnitely bapfy are tbcfe heavenly virtues which are ahU JOprai[e ikee in hoHnefs and purity^ with rxcejjfive froeetnefSf dnd inutterable exultanon ! Frora thincc tbeypraife tbee^from whence they rejoicf, becauje they continually fee for vohit they rejoice^ for rohit they praife thee : But vj: prefi dovon with this burthen of fefi , far removed from thy countenance in ibis pilgrimage^ and blown up with worldly vanities-, tanvot roorthily priifs thee ! JTe pnife thee byfdith ; not face to fuel but thofe Angelical fpir its praife thee face to face^ and not by faith. E P I G. 15. Did I refufe to fing ? faid 1 thefe times Were not for fongs ? nor mufick tor thefe climej ? It was my errour : are not grones and tears Harmonious raptnres in th'Almighty's ears i 24S Emlkme^* Book 4^ XVL if\ : n'nde mrT:e loved' vj'cti ml hint^'LiimJich *4? THE FIFTH BOOK. L CANTICLES 5. 8. I charge you^ daughters of Jerufalem, if you find my he love d^ that you tell him that I am fick of love. YOa holy Virgins, that To oft furronnd The City*s Saphire walls, whofe faowy feet Meafurc the pearly paths of facred^ronnd Afid trace the nc'^ J^rus'lems Jafper ftreet ? Ah, you whofc are-forfakca hearts arc crown'J With your bcfl wilhes ; that enj^y the fwect Of all yonr hopes ; If cVe you chance to fpie My ablen: Love, O tel] him that I He Deep wounded with the flames chat furnacM from hii eye. [ charge you, Virgins, as you hope to hear The hcav'niy mufick of your Love'r s voice 5 I charge you by the folemn faith you bear To plighted vows, and to that loyal choice Of your afleftious, or, if OHght more dear You liOld ; by Hymen, by your marriage joyj, I charge you tell him, that a flaming dart, Shot from his eye, hath pierc'd ray bleeding heartj And I am fick of love» andlanguilh in my fmart, R Te2 Z.50 Emhlcmes: Book Tell him, O tell bim, how my panting breaft Is fcorch'd with flames, and how my foul is pinM ; Ten him, O tell him, how I lie oppreft With the full torments of a troubled mind ; O tell him, ten him, that he loves in jefi. But I in earneft ; tell him he's unwind: But if a difcontented frown appears Upon his angry brow, accofi his cars With foft and fewer words, and aft the reft in tears. O tell him, that his cruelties deprive My foul of peace, while peace in vain (he fceks j Tell him, thofe damask rofes, that did ftrive With white, both fade, upon myfallow cheeks •, Teli him, no token doth proclaim 1 live. But tears, and fighs, and fobs, and fudden (hrieks : Thus if your piercing words fhould chance to bore Hishearkningear, and move a figlj, giveo'.c To fpeak ; and ceil him^ TcD him, that I could no more, 5 If your elegious breath (hould hap to rcuzc A happy tear, clofc harb'rlng in his eye, Then urge his plighted faith, the facred vows. Which neither I can break, nor he deny ; Bewail the corments oi^his loyal fpoufc, Thst for his fake weuld make a fport to die : O blefiVd viigici, how my paffion tires Peneath the burthen of her fond de fires ! Heav fl never (hot fuch flamesj earth never felt fnch firei! S. AUGUST. Book f. Ewhlemesii\ 251 S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 40. W'ut Jhi'J 1 /-7 ? f*"^^' fhal^ I ,^i J' ir/^ni»w'r frj I^o ? 'tCberefiili I fed h:m? O^ whin fill I I fni bi.i ^ %^bom fhilj J iiki fi'ko Toill uH my beloved tbit 1 am f.ch of Love ? G U LI EL. in cap. 5v-Cant. J Ihe^ hut not I : i/ is mj beLved that livetl in me : / Icvt my fiJf-, not with my otan lovr^ but v^ith ibe irve $f m) bs" Icvsi tbit hveih me : llove not my jelf iujnj [eify but my [sV- inkimt inihhfl inrnc. EPIG. I. Grieve not ^my foul) nor \tt thy love wax faint. Wcep'ii thou CO lo e the caufe of thy complaint ? He'il coLTie ; Lofc ne*f was !>ound to times nor laws: TilUhcn thy tean complain without acaufc. R a ajr Emllemes. Book 5< IL Stay me nfitJiTb^jefS ;Cmfffttmee mtk Jj^ies.fifi'IamJck cfUus. Cant- x - ^. 252 Book J. Emllemes, iJJ IL CANTICLES 2. J. Stay me luth flowers , and comfort me with apples f for I am fick with love. O Tyrant love? ho» doth thy fovVeiga pow»r ' Subjcft poor fouls to thy imperious thrall .' 1 hey lay, thy cup's composed of I'weet and fower ; They fay, thy diet's honey mixt with gall ; How comes it then to pa's, ihcfe lips of ours Still trade in bitter ; raft no fweet at afl ? O tyrant lore ! Shall our perpetual teil. Nc'r find a Sabbath to refrcfh a while Our drooping fouU ? Art thou all frowns, and ne'r a fmiW You Weffcd Maids cf honour that frequent The royal courts of our renown'd (cho^e. With flow'rs rcftore my fpirits faint and fpcnt ; O fetch me apples from Loves fruitful grove. To cool my palate, and renew my n.ent, For 1 am Tick, for I ara fick erf love : Thefe will revive ray dry, my wafted pow*rt, And they will fweeten my unfav'ty hours ; Refrclh me then with fruit, and comfort me with flow'rs. It 3 ^j-^ Emhlemss. Book 3 O bring tne apples to affAage that fire, Which >£tff4-l!ke inflames my flaming breaft ; N^r is it every apple I deiire, . ^ Nor that ;vhj[chplearescvery> palate bcft-t - 'Tis not she LiftiiigDeuzdn I require. Not yej the red-cheek'J Qiieeniag I requeft.: Northac wjjich firl^ hcflirew'd the najtic of mft^ Nor that.wthofe beauty caui'd the golden ft rife ; "No, no, bring me an apple from the tree of life. Virgins, tuck up your filkenlaps, acd fill yc With the fair *t-'ah hot F/o//s Magazine ; The purple violet: ^nd the pale- fjc'd iiiJy : The fancy and the organ colombine ; . The flo .vria;; thyme, the guill-bowl daffadilly ; Tht lowly, pink, the lufty eglantine ; The biufhii5g rofc, the queen of flowers, and heft Of Tlofih beauty; hue above the relt, xJ^% ^.'/iffovereigh flower perfume my qualmirg breafc; 5 Hafr, Virgin?, haft, for 1 lie weak and faint, Beneath the pangs of love ; why fcand yc mute. As if youi filencii neither cai'd to giant ; Nor yet your language to deny my fuit ; No key ':an lock the door of my conplaint. Until T fmell this flo-,ver, or taft that fruit : Go, Virgins, feck this tree, and fearch that bow'r ; O, how iviy foiilfhali bkfsihat happy hour. That brings to me fuch ffuitjthat brings me/uch a flower. GISTEN, Book 5'. Emhlemes. iff G I S T E N. in cap. 2. Cant. Expof. 3, O happy ficinefsy rvbere ths infirmity is ngt to deith, hut to Jifejhit God may he glorified by it ! Happy fenver^thit pro- ceedeth vat from a eon[umingJbut 1 calcining firs I O HAppj di- /temper, wb:rr in iIjs foul relijheib fijeartbJj things, but only fivouretb divine nourifhment \ S. BER>4. Scrm. 51. in Cant. By flowers under ft and faith ; by fruity good works I As the flrosr or hlojfom it before ike fruity fo is faith before good works: So neither if the fruit without the flovuer, nor good loorks wiihout fiiib. EPIG. 1. Why apples, O my foul ? Can they remove, The pains of grief, oreafe the flames of love? It was that fruit \*hich gave the firft offence ; That Cent him hither ; that remov'd him hencr© R 4 t56 EmlUmesi Book $n III. I Jfy heUtud if min^ and J am h'j, heefc I ietk amm^ the liUus . Cant -.x.iS. Book s'. Emhlemes. is 7 Ilf. CANTICLES i.i6. Myhelovedumine, and I am his -y Hefeed^ eth among the Mies. EV'n like two l'\ttle baajc-dlvidicg brooks. That wafh the pebblci with their wanton ftreamj, And having rang'd and fcarch'd a thoufand nooks, Meet both at length in filver-breafted Thames, Where in a greater current they con joyn ; SolmybeftbcloTedsam; fo be is mine. Ev*n fb we met; and after long purfait, Ev'n fo we joyn*d we both became entire ; No need for cither to renew a fuit, For I was flax and he was flames of fire : Our firm united fouls did more than twine ; So I my beft-beloTcds am ; fo he is mine. If an thofe glitt'ring Monarchs that command The fervilc quar;ers of this earthly baD, Should tender, in exchange, their (hares of land, I would cot change my fortunes for them all : Their wealth is but a counter to my coy a j The world's but theirs ; bat my beloved's miae. Njy a J 8 Emhlemes'.' Book Nay more; if the fair Thefpain Ladies all Should heap together their diviaertfeafare : That treaiure fhould be deemVt a price too fmall To buy a minutes kafe of half my plcaTure ; 'Tis not the facrcd wealth of all the nine Can buy my heart from him, or his, from being miae. Nor Time, nor Place, nor Chance, nor Death can bow My leaft defires unto the leaft remove ; Ke*s firmly mine by oath ; T his by vow j He's mine by faith ; and I am his by love ; He's mine by water ; I am his by wmd ; Thus I my beft- beloveds am ; thus he is mine. He is mine Altar ; I, his holy Place ; , I am hisguei^ j and he, my living food *, I'm his by penitence ; he mine by grace ; rm his by purchafe \ he is miae bv blood ; He's my fupporting elm ; and I his vine : Thns I my beft- beloveds am; thus he is mine. He gives me wealth, I give him all my vows ; t give him fongs ; he gives me length of days s With wreaths of grace he crowns ray conqu'ring brows : And I his Temples with a crown of Praife, Which he accepts an cvVlafting fign, That I my beft beloveds am ; that he is jnlne. S. AUGUST. look 5'. Emilemes. 259 S. AUGUST. Manu. cap. 24, Omy foul ffxmpt with the imtgc of thy God, love bim of nk'.m rhcu art h n.itcb bclovs^innd to him tbit bowsth to thiCy (eek him tkit fc^kc'.k ibec : Love the lover, byv)ho(e love tko\t art prevent ed^bi'iin the caufe of thy love ; Be careful TPi'h thofe l«j; dri; artful^ vtmt vjik ikijd ib^t rajni; beckon tvjrk ibe flea, iZ-dholy tvib ik-h.Jj'. Cboofe fhi» friend ihcvs all friends, wboTobcn a.J aretiken Jiw::i^remxinetborly fditbful to thre : /;; tbe diy of thyburiil, when nU have tbee^ he roill not deceive thee ^ but defend thee f rem tb: roiring Lions pre- pircdf'jr tFdfft^y. EPIG. 3. Sing. IWnicn, tornvf^rl; Whjt ? iofl and found ? WcIco.rV, e,'>ou/j, enjoy *d fo loon, andcrown'd! He didbuc chinb the Crufs, and then comedown Toth'gites of hell ; triumph'd and fetched a Crcwn. i6o Ef^hlemes. Book f. IV. 7am mtf helopcJs . (^ /tif 7)cAre is towards tnec, Cant'V lo. "260 , Book J. Emhkmes. '^61 IV. $ CANTICLES 7.1a / am my Beloveds^ and his defire u towards me. Like to the Attick needle, that doth guide The wandring (hade by his magnetick pow V, And leaves his filken Gnomon to decide The qucftion of the controverted hour, Firft frantlcks up and down, from fide to fide And rcftlefs beats his cryftal'd Iv*ry cafe, With vain impatience ; j*t8 from place to place, And feeks the bofome of his frozen bride,. At length he flacks his motion, and doth reft Hit trembling point at his bright Poles beloved breaft* Ev*n fo my foul, being hurried here and there, By ev'ry objeft that prefents delight, Pain would bz fettled, but {he knows not where ; She likes at morning what (be loachs at night : She bows to honour ; then (he lends an ear To that fwe«t fwan-like voice of dying pleafure, Then tumblei in thefcatter'd heaps of treafure ; Now flatter'd withfalfe hope ; now foylM with fear : Thus finding an the worlds delight to be Sut empty toyt, good Cod, ^ points alone to thee. But x6z Em Hemes. Book 5. But hath the virtued fted'a power to move ? Or can the untouch'd needle point aright ; Or can my wandringthoughs forbear to ro?e, Unguided by the vertue of thy fp'rit? ' O hath my leaden foul the art t* improve Her watted talect, and unras'd, -afpire In this fad moulting time of hcrdefire? Not fir ft belov'd have I the power t© love ; I cannot ftir, but as thou pLeafe to move me. Nor can my heart return thee love, until thou love me. Theftincommandrefsof the filent night. , Borro AS her beams from her bright brothers eye -, His fair afpe^t fills her marp horns with light, It he withdraw her flames are quench'd and die : Ev'a fo the beams of her ealightning fp'cit Infus'd and fli'»t into my dark dcfire. Inflame my thouj^hts, and fill my foul with fire. That I am ravilhVi '^ith a new delight; But if thou fhroud thy face, my glory fades, And I remain a Notbing, all compos'd of (hades. EternalGod! O thou that only art The Dcrcd Fountain oF eternal light. And bleiTcd Load-ltone of my betcer psrt, O thou my hearts deft re, my fouls delight, RcH-Smy foul, and touch my heart, ■ • •' • / nd then my heart ih all priz- no good above thee ; And then my foul fhiillkuow thee; know in^Jove thee; And then my trembling thoughts niail never ftart rro:n thy commands, or fs^erve the leaft degrj^e, Or onceprefumc to move, but as tiiey move in thee. S. AUGUST. Book 5'. Emlkmes. 2*53 S. AUGUST. Med. ap.25. 7/ Mm can love mm with fo entire affi^Bion, that the one cm farce brook the others abfcncc ? if a kriJe cm be joyned to her briie-grcom mlth fo^rext m urd.'ncjof mind, t bit for the extremity of love Jhs cm enjoy no re§i , not fufftring his abfence roitkout Jireat aixiety^ ivith nb.^t affiBitn^ rohh vskit fervency ought the foul rvbom thou hiQ e[^-c-iifed by f Jib and cowp -ffjon^ to love thee her true Ged^ and glorious bridegroom f MjT foul, thy love is dear : Twas thought a good And ealic pen'*urth of thy Ssviours b:ood : But be not proud ; Ail matters rightly Icjcn'J, Tv^as overbcug'.t; ' Twas lolj zi fcccnd hai.d. 2^4 EiMemes. Book y, V. %f f^uU nultcl^. whcti my helovd^. .fV^ h . Qtit ^ ■ 6 ^^4 ,:' look $. Emhlemes. z6$ V. CANTICLES y. 6. My Soul melted whiFJl my Beloved /pake* \'' Ord, has the fecWe voice of flefh and blood ^ The power to work thine ears into a flood t melted mercy? or the ft renglht'unltck he gates of Heav'n and to diflblvc a rock f marblc-^louds into a morning fhow'r ? r hath the breath of whining duft the pow'r 3 ftop or faatch a falling Thunder- bolt om thy fierce hand-, and make thy hand revolt om refolute confuficn, and inftcad f viols, pour full bleffing? oa our head ? r fhall the wants of famifh'd Ravens cry, ad move thy mercy to a quick fupply ? r fhall the fiient fuits of drooping flow'fs oo thee tor drops, and be refrefh'd with (how'rs? ai, what marvel then, great God, whst wonder thy hell-rouiing voice, that fplits in funder le brazen portals of eternal death ; hat number if that life-reftoring breath hich dragg,'d me from the infernal fhade* of night, culd melt my ravifh'd ronl witho'er-delight ? can my frozen gutters choofe but run, aat feel the warmth ef fuch a glorious Sun ? cthinks his language like a flaming arrow :)th pierce my boBe?,aEd melts their wounded marrow. S Thy z66 Emhlemes. Book ^ Thy flames, O Cupid (though the joyful heart Feels Dcithcr tang of grief, norfeais che fmart Of jealous doubts, but drunk with full dcfires) Are torments, weight with thefe celeftial fires ; Pleafures that ravilh in fo high a meafure, Th3t O I languid! in cxcefs of pleafure : What ravifh'd heart, that feels thefc melting joys, Would not defpife and loath the treacbVous toys Of dunghil earth ? What foul would not be proud Of wry-mouth'd fcorns, the worft thatflelh and blood Had rancor todevife ? Who would not bear The world's derifton with a thankful ear ? What palat would refufe full bowls of fpight. Mo gain a minutes tafte of fuch delight ? Great fpring of light, in whom there is no (hade But what my interpofcd fins have made. Whofe narrow melting fires admit no fcreen l>ut what my own rebellions put between Their precious frames and my obdurate ear? Difperfe this plague diftilling clouds, and clear My mungy foul into a glorious day ; Tranfplant this fcreen, remove this bar away, Then, then my fluent foul (hall feel the fires Of thy fwect voice, and my diflfolvM defircs Shall turn a fov'reign balfome, to make whole Thofe wounds my fins iofliQed on thy foul. S. AUGliS^ Book J. Emhkmes. 2.67 S. AUGUST. Soliloq. cap. 34. Wbitfre is thit tbit fo roarmetb my heart ? Whit light is this tbit fo enlightneth my foul ? fire, thit aJvoajs hurnetb, and never goes out, kindle me\0 light, which ever fl)ineft, and art never dirkaedy illumtMoxe me : thit J had my heat from thee, m§/i holy fire ! Horofxoeeily doft thou burn f Ifowf hath adorned the Heavens with ftars ? Who hath flored the air with fowl ^ the waters with fiJJ)^ the earth with plants and flowers? But what a.u aB thefe but a jmaU fpirk of, divine beauty, $. C H R Y S. Horn. $. in ^p. ad Rom. In having nothing 1 have aU things^ becaufe 1 bxve Chriji ffaving therefore all things in' him^ 1 feeh no otbtr rewArd* for he u the univerfal rsward. E P I G. 6. Who would not throw his better thoughts about hlra. And fcorn this drois within him ; that wichoift him ? Caft up (my foul) thy clearer eye ; Behold, If thou be fully melted, there's the mold. - S 1 Z7> Emllewes. Book J* VIL ^oe is me that lam coJi/iraiiKd t div^lnA^. Wefbdve 'to haue vi^ ^lahikftion cirxno tht- Book 5'. Emlkmes. 273 VIL PSALM. 120. s- Woe is to me, that Iremain in Mejheck^ and dwell in the tents of Kedar I IS Natures courfe diffolvM ? doth times glafs ftand ? Or hath fome frolick heart fet back the hand OF Fates perpecuai Clock ? Wil'r nerer ftrikc ? Is crazy Time grown lazy, faint or fick, With very Age ? Or hath that great Pair-royal Of Adamantine fifters late made trial Of fome new trade i Shall mortal hearts grow oM la forrow ? Shall my weary arms infold. And underprop my panting fides for ever ? Is there no charitable hand will fever My weD-fprungtlired, that my imprifon'd foul May be delivered from this duij dark hole Of dungeon flelh ? O fhaH I. fhall I never Be ranfom'd, but remain a (lave forever ? It is the lot of man but once to die, But e're that death, how many deaths have I ? What human madnefs makes the world afraid Toentertain heavV.s jays, becaufe convey'd By th'xhandef death ? Wiii nakednefs refufc Rich change of Robes, becaufe the man's not fpmle That brought them ? Or will poverty fend back Full bags of gold, becaufe the bringers black ? Life is a bubble, blowa with whining breaths, Fili'd with the torment of a thoufand deaths ; Whicfe 174 Emhlemes. Book ^] Which being prick'd by death (while death deprives One life) pretcnts the foul a thoufand lives : O frantick mortal, how hath earth bewitchM Thy bedlam foul, which hath fo fondly pitch'd Upon herfalfe delights ! Delights that ceafe Before enjoyments Hnds a timuch early caves ; for whom thy bubbling brow So often twcats» and baakrupt eyes do ow Such inidnightfccres to nature, forwhofcfak* Baie earth is fainted, the iafercal lake Unfear'd, the Cro*n of glory poorly rated : Thy God negleftcd, and thy Brother hated ; Behold thy darling, whom thy fouIaffe^Js So dearly ; whom thy foad iadulgence decks And puppets up in foft, in fiikcn weeds : Behold the darling, whom thy fondfiefs htdi With ;ar.fetch'J delicates, the dear bought gains Of ill- rpent time, the f rice of half my paias : Behold thy darling, who, when clad by thee. Derides thy nakcdnefs \ acd when moft free, Proclaifcs her lover llave ; and being fed Moft full, then ftrikes th' icdulgent feeder dead. What means thou thus, my poor deluded foul, To love !o fondly ? Can the burning cole Of thy affcftion laft without the facl Of counter- love ? Is thy compeer fo crusi, And thou fo kind, to love unlov'J again ? Cinft thou Tow fdvours) and (hu3 reap difdain ? Remember, 278 Emhlemes* Book 5, Remember, O rem mber, thou art bora Of royal blood ; remcifiber thou art Iworn A Maid of H9nour in the Court of Heaven j Remember whac a coftly price was given To ranfome thee from tkvVy thou wcrt io : And wilt thou now^ my foul, turn flave again ? 1 he Son and Heiip to Heaven's Tri-une J E H O V E Would faia become a futer for thy love, And offers for thy dowV his fathers Throne, To fit for Seraph ims to gaze upon ; He'i give thee Honour, Pleafure, Wealth, and Things Tranfcendingfar the MajeHyof Kings : And wilt thou proftrate to the odious charms Of this bafe fcuDion ? Shall his hollow arms Hug thy fofc fides ? Shall thefe courfe hands untie The facrcd Zone of thy virginity ? For lliame degen'rous foul, let thy defir« Bequicknedup withmore heroick fire; Be wifely proud, let thy ambitious eye Read nobler objeSs ; let thy thoughts defie Such am*rous bafenefs ; let thy foul difdaia Th'gnoble prefers of fo bafe a fwain ; Or if thy vows be paft, and Hymans bands Have ceremonied your unequal hands. Annul, at leaft avoid, thy lawlefs ad With infufficiency, or precontra£J : Or if the a£t be good, yetmaift thou plead A fecond freedom j or the flelh is dead. NAZlANZi Book 5", Emllemes: 279 N A Z I A N Z. Orat. i6. Hov> I im joyn^d to this hcdjf I knew not ; which when it is healthful, provoketb me to xoir , ar.d being damaged by rojiry affe^etb me with grief iwhich J both love as a. fellow fervaat^ andhite as an utter enemyi It is apleafant foe^md aperfdiouA friend, firange con)un[lion and alien atim : What J fear Jem- brace, and what llove I am afraid of ? before I make war^ / am reconciled *, before I enjojf peace J am at variant^. E P I G. 8. What need that houfc be daub'd with fleOi and blood ? Hang'd round with filksand gold ? repair'd with food? Coft idly fpent ! That coft doth but prolong Thy thraldome. Fool, thou mak'ft thy jail too ftrong. aSo Emhkmes. Book ^i IX. 1 cmi tn a S freight bjtujvxzttwo haueim a Beiire to Depart tr to he w Christ. . f'kll . ?.z 3 . f. H.van. itcve, sculf. Book $. Emhlemes, 2,81 IX. PHILIPPI ANS r.23. J am in a flraight hetiveen two : having a ic fire to he cUjfolved^ and to he with ChriH* WHat meant our careful parents To to wear. And lavifh out their ill extended hpurs. To purchafe for us larg? poflTeffirvr.s here, Which (though unpurchasM) are too truly ours ? What meant they, ah, what meant they to endure Such loads of needlefs labour to procure And make that thing our own,which was our own too fure* 2 What mean thefe liv'ries and poffeflive keyes ? What m-^ :^ X the'e bargains, and thrfc needlefs fales ? Whcit neeathef'- i^alous, thefe rufpicious ways Of law-devi. '. and Uw-diffolv'd enta'ls ? No reed t .weat for s;old, wherewith to buy r.ilatei of jigh-\iiiz'd land ; no need to tie Earth to their hcirs^wcre they but clog^'d with earthjas I. 3 O were their fouls but clogg'd with earth, as T, Th' would not purchafe with fo fait an itch ; They would '.ottake of alms, v^hat now they buy ? . Nor call r> m happy, whom the world counts rich ; rhev would not rake fuch pains, projecl and prog. To h^rge their fhoulders with fo great a log : , Who hath the greater lands, hath but the greater c!og.: T I .2z Emllemes, Book 4 I cannot do an a£l which earth difJains ; I cannot think a thought which earth corrupts no: ; I cannot fpeak a word which earth profanes not I canno: make a vow earth interprets not : if I but offer up an early groan, Or fprcad my wings toHcav'ns long-long'd for throne She darkens my complaints, and draggs my oifring down. 5 Ev'n like the hawk, (whofe keepers wary hands Have made a prisoner to her wechring ftock} Forgetting quire the pow'^ of her faft bands. Makes a rank bate from her forfakr^n block, But her to faithful lea(hdoth foon retain Her broken flight, attempced oft in vain - It gives herloin3 a Gwich, and tuggsher back again. 6 St?, when my foul dire£^s her better eye To Keav'ns bright Palace (where my treafure lies) I fpread my willing wings, but cannot Hie, Earth haks me down, Tcannot, cannot rife : When 1 but ftrivc to mount the leifl: degree, Earth gives a jerk, and foils me on my knee ; Lordj how ray Ibul is rack'd betwixt the world and thee !■ 7 Great God, I fpread my feeble wings in vain; In vain 1 offer my extended hands: 1 cjnnoc mouut till thou unlink my chain * 1 cannot come till thou releafc my bands: Which if thou pleafe to break, and then fupply My wings with fpirir, th' Eagle (hall not fiic A p'tch that's half fo fair, nor half fo fwift as I. S.BONAVENl Book 5". Emhlemes, iSj BONAVENT. Solibq. Cap. i. Ah fwiet fdfxe^ pierce xhe mirroxo cf my foul wiib tbs biihhful fodfts of ihj lov^,tbit it mdt truly bu^n and meh iwi iw^urftJ voith zbe only a::[:rt of tkea ; tbii it m:J drfire to be diJfjlveJ, anirohsToitb tkee : Lst it hunger ihns for the brad of lifix Let it tkir^ after thee, the faring indfouRtiin of eternil light, tie fireim of true j^leafn^e i Ut it nircaySj defire tbee^ [idth^e, and find thee^ andfvoscdj reJiiBibce, EPIG. 4. What ? vgill thy (hackles neither loofe nor break. Are they, too ftrong, or is thy arm too weak ? Art will prevail where koocty ftrcngth denies; My fool, chert's A^u^ fortU m thine eyes. 2^4 Emlkmei. Book y. X. 3nng my Soule out oJ^FriTon that IniM/ ^rai/e tfty Maine Ps. j^ z.7. F. -H. Van. Hnv. Sculp: Book s* Emllemes. 2? J X. P S A L M. 142. 7. Bring my foul out ofprifoft, that I may praife thy Name. MY Soul is like a Bird, my flefh the cage, ^ f? ••% Wherein (he wears her weary pilgrimage ■ Gf hcurs, as few as evil, daily fed "^ With facred Wine, and Sacramental Bread ; * The keyes that lock her in, and let her out, Are Birth and Death ; *cwixt both {he hops about From pearch to pearch, from fenfc to reafon ; then From higher reafon down to fenfe again : From fcnfe Ihe climbs to Faith ; where for a feafon She fits and ficgs ; then down again to reafon •• From reafon back to faith, and ftreight from thence She rudely flutters to the perch of fenfe : From fence to hope ; then hops from hope to doubt. From doubt, to to dull defpair ; there feekj about For defp*rate freedom, and at ev'ry grate. She wiluly thrufts, and beggs th' untimely date Of the unexpired thraldom, to releafe Th' afRic^ed captive, that can fird no peace. Thus am I ccop'd within this flefhly C9ge I wear my youth, and waft my weary age, Spending that breath which was ordain'd to cbaunt Hcav*ns praifes forth, infighs, a cd fad complaint: Whilft happier birds can fpread thcif nimble wing ^'-"jni Ihrubi :o Cedars, and there chirp anpfing, T 3 ^a zS6 Emhlemes. Book In choice pF raptures, harmonious ftory Of mans Redemption, snd his Makers glory : You glorious Martyrs, you illuftrious ftcops, That once were cloyfter'd in your flefhly coop5. As fait as I, what rhei'rick had your tongues ? What dextrous Art had your Elegiac fongs ? What Pi;//-//tf po^v'r had your admir'd devotion What ih^ckle,brcakng faith infus'd fuch motion To your firong prayer, that could obtain the boon To be enlarged ; to be unca^'d fo foon ? What I, poor T, can fing my daily tears, Grown old ia boadsg?, and can find no edrs : You gresc p^irtakers of eternal glory, Xhat with your Heav'n-prevailiog Oratory, ^:leai'd your fouls fro.n] your terrefirial cage, Pv-rrnit the paffion of my holy r3ge To recommend my forrows, dearly known To 3'oa, in days of old, and once your own. To your beft thoughts, (but oh't doth not befit ye To move your pray'rs ; you love j .y, not pittie :) Great Lord of fouls to whom fhouid pris'ners file, But thee i Thou cafl a cage as well as I ; And for my fake, thy plea fu re was to know The forrows that it brought, and felt*ft them too ; O {ct me free and I will fpend thofe days, Whkh no^ I wai^e in begging, in thy praife. ANSELM. Book 5r. Em hi ernes. 787 A N S E L M. in Protolog. cip. i. miferabJe condition of mankind^ tbit haa lofi tbit for rokich he wx created] Aid/! ^ rvhatbath he lofl} 'And whit birk he found ? Jife bath hfi happinefsfor which he ttat 'midc, gnd found miftfry for which bewaa not mude : Whit is gone ? And whit is left ? Thit thir.^ is gene, without which he is un- happy ? rhit thing is left by which be is miferable: O wretched mtn ! From whence are we expelled f To whit are we impel' Jed ? whence are we thrown ? And whither are we hurried ? Froim our honu into banijhment ; from the fight cf God into our own blindne^ ; from the pkafure of imTr.crtality to the bitteruf(s ofdeiib: Miferable charge ! From how great agond^ to bow great an evil ? Ah me, what have J enter prifed ? What bive I done ? Whether did I go ? Whether am J come ? E P I G. 10. Pauls midnight-vcice prcvaii'd; his muficks thunder Uohing'd the prifon- doors, fplit bolts in furder : And litt'ft thou here, and hang'rt the feeble wing ? Andwhin'ft tobecnlar^'d ? Soul, learn to fing, T 4 a88 Emhkmesi Book s- XI. As thtKart'ganteth^ftcrthe waterhrcsh So pantipth myfouh after- diee C Lcft^. \ Book $. Emhlemei, 2.89 XL PSALM. 14. 2, As the Heart panteth after the ivater^hrooks, fopanteth my foul after thee, OGod. HOw fhaO my tongue exprers that hallow'd fire Which Heav*ii hath kindled in my ravifli'd heart ? IVhat Mufe {hall I invoke, that will infpirc My lowly quill to aft a lofty part ! What Art (hall 1 devife t'exprefs defire, Too intricate to bs cxprefa'd by Art ! Let aU the Nine be filent ; I refute Their aid in this high taik, for they abufe The flames of love too much : Aflift me^ Diviii Mufe* Not as the thirfty foil defires foft (how'rs To quicken and rcfrefh her Embrion grain ; Nor as the drooping crefts of fading fiow'rs Requcfis the bounty of a morning raio^ Do I dcfire my God ; Thefe in few hours, Rc-wi(h what late their wiQies did obtain. But as the fwift foot Hart doth wounded flic To th' much dcfired ftreams, even fo do I Pant after thee, my God, whom Imuft find^ or die. Before 290 Emhlemes. Book Before a pack of deep-mouth 'd luftslflec; O, they have fiagled out my panting heart. And wanton Cuptd^ fitting in a rr-e. Hath piercM my bofome with a flaming dart ; My foul being fpent, for refuge feeks to thcc. But cannot find where thou my refuge art : Like as the fwift-foot Hart doth wounded flic To the dcfired ftreams, cv'n fo do I Pant afcer thee, my God, whom I mutt find, or die. At length by flight, I over-went the pack ; Thou drew*ttthe wanton dart from out my wound The blood that folio w'd, left a purple track, Which brought a Serpent, but in fhape a Hound ; We ftrove, he bit me ; but thou break'lt his back, I left himgrov'iiogonth'envenons'd ground ; Butas the Serpent bitten Hart dothfiie To the loDg-long*d for ftreams, ev'n fo did I Pant after thee, my God, whom I muft find, or die. If Luft fhould chafe my foul, made fwift by fright, • Thou art the ftream, whereto my foul is bound * Or if a Jav*lin wound my fides in flight, Thou art the Balfom that muft cure my wound : If poyfon change t' infeft my foul in fight, 'i hou art the Treacle that muft make me found • Ev*ii as the wounded Hart, emboft, dothfiie To th* ftreams extreamly Iong*d for, fo do I. Past afcer thee, my God, who>'n I muft find, or die. CYRIL. 3ook 5. EmlUrnes. 291 CY RIL.lib. 5. in [oh. cap. 10. O precio'M wner, rvkrcb (^uenchetb the roifomc ihiffi cftbii world, [cDurexh I'j tl^e ftdins of finners, tbit TVjLiereth the esrthof otr \cv.h rchh hfivfvh jhcroiTS^ ard bringetb bick tke ibirflj ban of min to bit only Gcd \ S. AUGUST. Selilcq. 35. fountain of life, and vein of living rollers^ toben fhM.ll I Jei'Ji tbii forfjken^ irrpajfibje, and dry eanb, ar.dta^^ the ved" ters of thy Jrvsrtntfs^ihat I m^y behold thy virtue and tby ghrjy and fuck my tkirfi rvith the /: reams of tby mercy ; Leri, 1 thirfi : Tbcuarttbe f^rir.gof life, fatufc mi ; Jtbir^ Lord, J thirfi after thee tb€ livirg God ! E P I G. II. The arrow fmitfen Har:. -deep w©>jndccf, flies To th* fprirgs with water in his weeping eyes : Heav'n is thy fpring ; if Sotans fiery dart Pierce thy faint fides: Dofo, my wouDdcd Heart. l^Z Emllemes. XII. Book J. zpz- i Book f. Emllemes. 2.93 XII. PSALM 41. 2. # ff7;^« Jhall I come and appear before God t WHat is my foul the better to be tmM With holy fire ? What boots it to be coyaM With Heavens own ftamp ? What vantage caa there bf To fouli of Heav^n-defcnded pedigree, More, then ta beaft that grovel ? Arc not they Fed by th' Aioiighties hand f And ev'ry day, Fili'd with his blcflfings too ? Do they cot fee God in his Creatures, as direct as we ? Do they not t:fte thee ? Hearihse? Nay, what fen fe Is not partaker cf thine Excellecce ? Whit more do we ? AloS, what ferves ourreafon, But, like dark-lanthorns, to accomplifh treafoa With greater clofencfs ? It affords no light. Brings thee no nearer to our purbline fight : No pleafure riG:s up thee leatt degree. Great God, but in the clearer-view of thee: What priv'ledge more then fenfe hath reafon then ?< Whit vantage is it to be born, a man ? How ofttn hath my patience built, dear lord. Vain towers of hope upon thy gracious Word ? Hew often hath thy Hope- reviving Grace Woo'd my fufpirious eyes to feek thy face ? How often have I fought thee ? O how long Hath exps£lati m taught my pcrfeft tongue Repeated pray'r?, yccprayVs could- nc'r obtain ] In vain 1 feck ;h$^j and I b?g in vain ; If 294 Emllemes. Book j, If it be higa prefamption to behold Thy face, why didft thou make mine eyes fo bold To fcek it? It" that objra, be too bright For mans afpe^, why did thy lips invite Mine eye t* expe£l ic ? If it might be feen. Why is this envious curtain drawn between ♦ly darkncd eye and ic ? O tell mc, why TIy>a doft command the thing thou doil deny ; Why doft thou give me fo unpriz'd a treafure. And then deny*it my greedy foul the pleafurc 'To view my gift : Alas, that gift is void. And is no gift, that may not be enjoy *d : If thofe refulgent beams of Heavens great light Guild not the day, wh^t is the day, but night ? The drowzy fhepherd deeps ; flowrs droop and fade ; The birds are fullen, and the beafts is fad : But if bright T'nm dart his golden ray, And, wichhis riches, glorifietheday. The jolly (hepherd pipes ; flowrs fre(hly fpring ; The beafts grown gamefome, and the birds they Gng, Thou art my Sun, great God •• O when (hall I View the full beams of thy Meridian eye ? Draw, draw this flclhly courtain, that denies The gracious prefenceof thy glorious eyes ; Or give me faith ; and by the eye of grace, X diall behold thee, thou^ii not face to face. S. AUGUST. Book 5'. Emllemes. , z^j S. AUGUST, in. Pfal. 39. who crested aJI things U better thin all things ; roho hsdu- tifed all things 14 more beautiful than all things : Who made fircngf.h it ftrorger than all things : Who madi great things U greater than all things i W a^foever thou lev: fi, bstt that to thse: Learn to lovethc- rvcriman in bit rvorhy the Crearour in hU creature: Let not th :t which WJ* made hj him pojfefs tbe^y kjl thou Lfe him bj vshom tbyj'eJf >pjtf made. S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 57. O thou mofi froeet, mofl gracio'u^ rnojl amiable, noft fairy Tohin jhall I fse tte: ? B if » Jhill I be [atisfiedroith thy beau- ty ? tvlen'^jlltbau '<^ad ms from this dark duvgecn. that I ma) confefh^k^Binu. EPIG. 12. How ait thoa (haded ia this veil of night, Bejiind thy curtain flcfh ? Thou (eeft no light, Buc what thy pride doth challenge, as ber own ; Thy fie(h is high : Soul, take thi^ curtain down. 95 Emhl^^€S* Book 5*. XIIL {by aw ay and be at re/h ^J:s'^ - ^ • Book y. Emhlemes. %ff xnL PSALM. J J. ^6. that I had the mngrof a Dove, f$r thei^ Jivould flie avoay and he at rejl ! ANd am I fworn a drnghil-flave for ever To earth's bafe drudg'ry ? IhaO I never find A night of reft ? fhalf my Indentures never Be cartcell'd ? did injurioui Nature bind My foul earth's prentice, with no claufe to leave her ? TsTo day of freedom : muft I ever griad ; O that I had the pinions of a Dove, That T might quit my bands and fore above, ^And pour my juft complaints before the great Jebove ) How happy arc the Doves^ that have the pow'r When c're they pleafe, to fpread their airy wings \ Or cloud-dividing Eagles, that can towrc Above the fcent of thefc inferiour things! How happy h the Lark, that ev'ry hour ^ Leaves earth, and then for joy mounts up and fings ! 'm Had my dull foul but wiigs as well as they, *' How I would fpring from earth, and dip away! At wife AnrtA did, and fcorn this ball of clay. U 29S Emllemeu Book O how my foul would fpura this ball of day, And loach the dainties of earth's painful pleafure i O how Tde laugh to fee men night and day Turmoil, to gain that traih, they all their treafure f O how.I'de fmile tof;e what plots they lay To catch a blaft, or own a fmile from Cxfur ! Had I the pinions of a mounting Dove, How I would fear and fing, and hate the love Of tranfitory toys, and feed on joys above ! There fhould I find that evcrlafling pleafure, (not j Which change removes not, and which chance prevents. There fhould I find that evcrlafting treafure, Which force deprives not, fortune difaugments not ; There fliould I find that cverlafting Cx^ir^ Whofe hand recalls not, and whofe heart repents not ; Had I the pinions of a clipping Dore, How I would climb the skies, and hate the love Of tranfitory toys, and joy in things above ! No rank mouth'd flander there (hall give offence. Or blafl our blooming names, as here they do j Noliver-fcaldingluft ftiall there incenfc ^ Our boiling veins. There is no Curtis bow ; Lord, give my foul the milk-white innocence Of Doves, and I fhcll have their pinions too : Had I the pinions cf a fprighciy Dove,' How I would quit this earth, and foar above And Hcav'ns blefl kiiigdom find, with Hcav ns blcft King (Jchove.' S. AUG. Book j. Emhlernes. ±99 S. AUGUST. inPfaUiiS^ Wbit Toh^sjhjuld Idefire^ hut the two precepts ofkve, en which the Liro^ and the Prophits depend] O if I could obtaitt tbefe roifi^s, I could fir from thy fice to thy face^ from the fice ef thy Juffice to the fice of thy Mercy : lit ui find tbofe mngi by love, which vjc hive hS by lufi, %. AUGUST. inPfal. ^6. Let iu ciH offrobitfoever kinderetb, entiitgleth^ or burden- etb our flight, until we attain tbjt which fdtufietb i beyond which, nothing it \bencdib which, aS things are j of which aB things ire : EPIG. 12* Ten me, my wifhlag foul, did*ft cTer tri6 Ho* feft the wings of red croi^ faith can flie ? Why bcgg'ft chou then the pinions of a Dove ? Paichs wings are fritter, but the fwifteft loYC. U 2 Bmhlemes\ xv: Book fi How amidhleare thy Taheniacles Lord qf B.osts, my Souh iowfii,yea eiteii^ ^aintethfor the csurts'cfthe Lord. f. 7a, . Book 5".' Emlkmesl jbl XIV. PSALM 84.1. How amiahle arc thy tahernacles, God of HoHs ! ANtientof days to whom an times are Now; Before whofe Glory Scraphimi do bow 1 heir bluOiing checks, and veil their blemifh'd faces. That, uncontain'd, at oace doth fill all places; How glorious, O how far beyond the height *Of puz'Ied quils, or the obtufe conceit Of flelhand blood, or the too flat reports Of mortal toDgues are thy exprefleS courts ! Whofe glory to paint forth with greater Art, Ravifh my fancy, and infpire my heart ; Excufe my bold attempt, and pardon me For (hewing fenfe, what Faith alone (hould fee# Ten thoufand millions, and ten thoufand more Of A ngel-meafured leagues, from th* Eaftern (Iiore Of dungeon-earth his glorious Palace ffcands. Before whofe pearly gates ten thoufand bands Of armed Angles wait to entertain Thofe purged fouls, for which the Lamb was flain ; Whofe guiltlefs death and voluntary yielding Of whofe given life, gave the brave court her buildlflg ; The lake warm blood of this dear Lamb being fpilt; To rubies turn'd whereof her pofti were built; And what dropped do*n in a kind gelid gore. Did turn rich Saphyrcs, and did pivc her floor; U 3 The goi Emlleme^. Book j. The brighter flam-s, that from his eye-balls ray *d. Grew Chryfolites, .' eieof tnr walls were made: The milder glances fp.-kled on the ground, And groundfild every door with Diamond ; But dying, dafted upwar<38, and did fix A battlement of pureft Sardonix. Her ftreets with burniOiM gold are paved round, Stars lye like pebbles fcattVed en the ground : Pearl mixt with Onyx, and ihe Jafper flone. Made graveD'd caufe-ways to be trampled on* There Ihines no Sun by day, no Moon by night. The Palace glory is the Palace light: There is no time to meafure motion by. Their Time is f^A^allowM with Eternity i Wry-mouth'd Difdain, and corner hunting Luft, And twy facM Fraud, and beetle- browM Diftruft Soul- boyling Rage, and trouble ffate Sedition, And giddy Doubt, and goggle- ey»d Sufpition, And lumpllh Sorrow, and degenVous Fear Are banifli'd thence, and Death's a ftranger there : But fimple Love, and fempiternal Joys Who(e fweetnefs neither gluts nor tulnefs cloys ; Where face to face our ravifh'd eye (hall fee Great E L O H I M, that glorious One in Three, And Three in Oce, and feeing him fliaO bled him, Andblefling, love him, and in love poffefihim. Here ftay my foul and ravifh in relation : The words being fpent, f^end now in contcmplatio^i. S. G R E G. Book 5. Emikmes. 303 $. G R E G. in Pfal. 7. pcenkent. Sweet Je/W, the Word of the ^aihrr, the brightnefi of pi" ternal glory, whom AngUs delight to view, teach me to do thjf will'; t hat kdkj thy good Spirit, I mjy come to that bUfci City, where day it eternal^ where there it certain fecurity, and Jecure tternity, and eternal psace, and peaceful bappinefs, and happy fweetnefs, andfwset pleafure ; where thou, God, with the Father and the holy Spirit liveH and reignefl world with- out end. Ibidem. There ii li^ht without darhnefs', joy without grief; defre without punijhment ; love withcut fadnefs ; fatiety without loathing ; fafty without fear 5 health without difeafe ; and life without deathi E PIG. 14. My foul, pry not too nearly ; the complcxio;i Of Sols bright face is feen by rcfleftion: But would'rf thou know what's Hcavn ? PI tell thee what. Think what thou caaft not think, and Heaven is chat, U 4 304 Emllemesi Book $. XV. ^^ke ha/i my- b^hp-L'cl cmiL't'c 'r^-x Lh ^ tiRoej pt^t: ayoima Jtartui'. -n.y Iflount; iaims of /}ueJ' . can f :S: i^. Book. 5"^ Emhtemes^ jcy XV, CANTICLES 8. 14. Make haff, my BeloveJ, and he like the Roe, or the young Hart upon the mountains of Spices. GO, gentle tyrant, go; thy 4ames do pierce ; My foul too deep ; thy flamej a'c too too fierce 5 My marrow melts, my fainting fpirits ^ y r th' torrid Zone of thy Meridian eye . Away, away, thy fweets are too perfuming: Turn, turn thy face, thy fires are too con Aiming: Hafthcncej and let thy winged ftepsouc go The frighted Ro-buck, and this fiying Roe. But wilt thou leave me then ? O thou that art Life of my fool, foul of my dying heart, Withoat the fweet afpecV of whofe fair eyes? My foul doth languilh, and her lolace dies, Art thoufo eafily wooM ? fo apt to heir The frantick language of my Foolifh fear P Leave, leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me \ Look, look upon me, thougk thine eyes o'recome me. how they womd !Bat how my wounds content me ! How fwceily thefe delightful pains torment me ! How I an tortured in exceflive raea(ure Of pleafing cruelties too cruel meafure / Torn, torn away, remove thy fcorching beams ; J 1 Unguilh with thefe bitter- fivect extreasii: Haft 3o6 Emhlemes. Book 5:. Hafte then,and let thy winged fleps out-go The flying Ro-buck, and his frighted Ro. Turn back, my dear ; O let my ravilh'd eye Once more behold thy face before thoa fly ; What fhall we part without a mutual kifs ? who can leave fo fweet a face as this f Look fuU upon me ; for my fouldefires To turn a holy Martyr in thofe fires : O leave me not, cor turn thy beauty from me ; Look, look upon me, though thy flames ov*f come nic. If *thou becloud the Sun- fhine of thy eye, 1 freeze to death, and if it (hine, 1 fry ; Which like a feavcr, that my foul hath got. Makes me to burn too cold, or freeze too hot-* Alas, I cannot bear fo fweet a fmart. Nor canfl thou be left glorious, than thou art* Hafle then, and let thy winged fteps out-go The frighted R.0 buck, and this flying Ro, But go not far beyond the reach of breath ; Too large adirtance makes another death : My youth is in her fpring ; Autumnal vows Will make me riper for fo fweet a Spoule ; When afcer- tittles have burnifh'd my dcfire, Vi (hoot thee flames for flames, and fire for fire. O leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; Look, look upon me, though thy flames ov'rcomc mc Autor Book J. Emllemes. 307 Autor fcala? Paradifi. Tom. 9. Aug. cap. S. Fe^r noty O Bride, nor de^iir ; think not tbjfclf conumned if thy Briitgroom voithinvo his face d tohilf : All things cO' opcrcL'-efor the beji \ Both from his abfena^ and bit presence itougainfl light I He cometb to th^e^ and he goethfrcm the: t He cometb to mike thee conJJute ; heg?eth, to make thee cau- tiomjeft thy abundant confolation puff^tbee upiHe comstb.that ih) hnguifhing foul maybe corafcrted'y he goetb, left hit fa- fftiliirityfhould be contemned ; and being abftnt to be more defirtd \ and being d' fired, to be more earneQly fought ; And being long fought^ to bz more n^ceptably found. EPTG. 15. My foul finsMonftcr, whom with greater cafe " Ten thoufaod fold, thy God could make than plcafe What woiild'a thou haverNorpl€a>'d with 5un,nor fhade? Heav'fl knows not what to make of what he made. vji Emllemes. Book 5', ^^'idcfaQ Cor mat (id arof 309 The FAREWELL. REV. 2. la Be thou faithful unto Death y and I will give thee the Crown of Life. JLJE faithful. Lord, what*s that ? Believe : 'tis cafic to believe ; but what ? That he whom thy hard heart hath wounded, And whom thy fcorn hath fpit upon, Hath paid thy fine, and hath compounded For thefe fouls deeds thy hands have done % Believe, that he whofe gentle palms Thy n«edlc pointed fms have nailM, Hath born thy (lavifh load fof alms) And madcfupply where thou haft fail'd, Did ever mis'ry find foftrange relief ? It is a love too ftrange for mans belie^. Believe that he whofe fide Jhy crimes have picrc'd with their rebellions, dy'd, Tofavc thy guilty foul from dying Ten thoufand horrid deaths, from whence There was no fcape, there was no flying, But through his deareft bloods expcnce : Believe, this dying friend requires No other thanks for all his pain. But e? n the truth of weak defires. And for his love, but love again : Did ever mis'ry find fo true a friend ? It is a love too raft to comprehexid. Witfe 3IO Emhltmes. Book 5*, With flood« of tears baptize And drench thcfe dry, thefe unregcn'ratceyes * Lord, whet my dull my blunt belief. And break this flcflily rock in fundcr. That from this heart, this hell of grief, May fpringa Hcav'n of love and wonder: if thy mercies will remove And mclc this lead from my belief, My grief will th.-n refine my love. My love will then refrefh my grief, Then weep mine eyes as he hath bled ; vouchfafc To drop for every drop an Epitaph* 4 But is the crown of Glory The wages of a lamentable ftory ? Or caa fo great a purchafe rife From a fait humour ? Caa mine eye Run faft enough t* obtain this prize ? If lo. Lord, who*s fo mad to die ? Thy tears are trifles ; thoumuftdo: Alas I cannot then endeavour : 1 will ! But will a tug or two Suffice the turn ? Thou muft perfever : 1*1 flrivetiil death -, aad lliall my feeble firife Be crowned ? I'l crown it with a crown of life. But is there fuch a dearth That thou muft buy, what is thy due by birth ? Jie whom thy hands did form of dafl And give him breath upan condition ; To love his great Creatour, muft He now be thine by compofition f Art thou a gracious God and mild. Or head.ftro3g man rebellious rather ? O, man's a bafe rebellious child. And thou a very gncio-is Facher : Thegifc is rhme; we itrive, thoacrowa'ft our ftrife; Thciiftiv'ft Uj Faith ; and Faith, acro^'o of life. FINIS, The mini of tkc Frontifpie^i, This Bubble's Man: Hope. Rar, falic Jov snd Trouble, Arc thofc Four Winds which daily tofs this Bubble. ^ To the Right Honourable Joth in BLOOD and VIRTUE, And Moft Accompliili'd Lady MARY. Counters of VOKSET, Lady Cover nefs fo'tbe Moft Illoftrious CHARLES. AND JAMES DUKE of rORK. Excellent Lady, [Prefent thefe Tapors to hum under the fafe froteiiion of your Honour alk I^ame ; ibere, I prefume, they ftand Jecure from the "yawps of Ignorance, and Blafls of Cenfure, X It The Epiftle Dedicatory. // is afmall part of that abundant fervke which my thankful heart oweth your incom* parable goodnefs. Be pleafed to honour it with your noble Acceptance, which fhall h nothing but what your own efieem fhall make MADAM, Yout Ladifliip's Moft Humble Servant^ fra. Quarks. n To the READER. IF you are fatisfied with my EmhlemSy \ here fet before you a ftcond Service. It is an Egyptian Difh, drefl on the Englijb Falhion : They, at their Feafts, ufed to prefent a Death's-Head at their Second Courfe : This will (erve for both. You need not fear a Surfeit : Here is but Httle, and that light of digeftion : If it but pleafe your Palate , I queftion not your Stomack : Fall too ; and much good may it do you. Convivio addit Minerval. £. B. Rem, Regem, Regimen^ Regionem, Rellgionemt Exorndtj celehraty laudat, honorat, anti^t^ X 2 3^^ Hieroglyph. I. Hieroglyph. L %^% PSALM. 1.5^. BehoU I WAS fbapen in iniquity^ and in fin did njy Mother conceive rue. MAn is man'* >4. S. C. There is nenc tliat can Read God aright, iii*>lers he firft fperllMan: Man is the ftairs, \*hcreby his knowledge climbf. To his Creatour though it oftentimes Stumbles for want of light, ahd fometitrei trip! For want t f careful heed ; aad fometimei (lipl Through unac'vifed hrfte; and thenac lengt* His N*eary ftep? have reach'd the top, his ftrength Oft falls to l^and ; his giJdy brains turn round, And I'ht^on- like, falTs headlong to the ground : Thcfe iT.'T-s are often dark, and full of danger To him. -^ '.om want of praftice makes a ftracger. To this blind way : the Lamps of nature lends But afalfelight, and lights to herownendi. Thcfe be the ways to Heaven, thefe paths require A light it{it Tprings from that Diviner tire, Whofc human foul-enlightn'ng Sun-beams dart Through the bright crannies of th'immortal part. And here thou great Original of Light, Whofs crrour- chafing beams do unbenight The very foul of darknefs, and untwift The clouds of ignorance, do thou aflift My feeble qulil ; reflect thy facred raves Upon thcfe lines, that they may light the ways That lead to thee; To guide my heart, my hand. That I may do what others underfland. Let my heart praiJiccwhac my hand (hall write; lilUhcb, 1 im aTapor wanting light. X3 This 3^4 Hieroglyph, I. This golden Precept, l^nowthyfelf, comedown From Heavn»s high Court : It was aa Art unknown To flefh and blood. The men of Nature took Great jouraies in it : Their dim eyes did look But through the mift, like Pilgrims they did fpend ITheir idle fteps, but know no journics end. The way to know thy felf, is firft to caft Thy frail beginning. Progrcft, andthylaftt This is the fum of Man-r But now return And view thisTfifflour ftanding in this Urn. Behold her fubftance fordid and impure, Ufclefs and vain, and (wanting light; obfcnro: 'Tis but a fpan at longeft, nor can laft Beyond that fpan ; ordain'd and made to waft : 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 birn : Thus llvelefs, lightlefs, worthlefs firft began Jhat glQriQm, that prefumptuous thing caH'd Man, & AUGUST. Hieroglyph. I. 3xy S. AUGUST. Confidgr, O mm, vobit tkou totrt bifou thy birtby and wba thou Art from thy birtb to thy death, and rvbat tbou Jhalt bt after death : Tbou toertmade of an impure fubfianeCy chtbed and nourijhed in thy tnotbers blood. E P 1 G. I. Forbear, fond Tapour ; What thou fcek'ft, is fire: Thy owD diftruftion's lodg'd in thy defire. i hy wants arc far more fafc then their fupply : He that begins to livCj bcginb to die. X 4 3i6 Bitrolfyphy IL Z\ zscius luide 3^^ Hieroglyph. IF. 317 GEN, 2. 3. And God f aid y Let there h Alight ; and there was Light. THis flame expeSing Tapour hath at length Received fire, and now begins to burn : It hath DO vigour yet, it hath ne ftrength ; Apt to be puft and qucnchc at every turn: It was a gracious hand that thus endoA'd This (huff with flame:But mark this hand doth (hroud Jt felf from mortal eyes, and fold it in a cloud. Thus man begins to Htc. An unknown flame Quickens his fini(ht Organs, now poffett With morion ; and which motion doth proclaim An adive foul, though in a Feeble b eaft : But how, and when infus'd ask not my pen ; Here flics a cloud before the eyes of men : I cannot tell thee how, nor canft thou tell me when. Was it a parcel of Celefcial fire Infus*d by Heav'n into this flefhly mould : Or was it (think you} made a foul entire ? TheH, Was it new created ? Or of old ? Or is't a propagated Spark, r^k^d out From Natures embers ? While we go about, By rcafon to rcfolve, the more we raifc a doubt. If 3i8 * Hieroglyph. 11. If it be part of that celeftial Flame, It muft be ev'n as^wure^ as free from fpot As that eternal Fourifain whence it came .• If pore and fpotlefs, then whence came the blot It felf being pure could not it iclf defile ; Nor hath una^ive matter pojv'f to foil Her pure and aOivc form, as Jars corrupt their Oyl. Or if it were created, tell me when ? If in the firft fix days, where kept till now .' Or if thy foul were new created, then Heav*n did not at all, at firft, he had to do : Six days, expired all creation ceaft All kinds, ev'n from the greateft to the leaft, Were finifht and compleat before the day of reft. But why fhould Man, the Lord of Creatures, want That pririledgc which Plants and Beafts obtain ? Beafts bring forth Beafti, the Plant a perfeft Plant; And ev*ry like bring forth her like again : Shall Fowls and Fi{hes» Beafts and Plants convey Life to their iffue, and Man lefs than they ? Shall thefe get living fouls ? And Mm dead lumps oTday? 7 Muft human fouls be generated then ; My water cbs ; beheld, a Reck is nigh : If Natures work produce the fouls of men. Mans foul is mortal : All that*s born muft die. What fhaU we then conclude ? What fun-lhine will Difpcrie with gloomy cloud ? Till then, be ftill, My vainly ftriving thoughts j lie down, my puzle^J quill. ISIDOR. Hieroglyph, IL 319 ISIDOR. Wh) ioft thou wonder, O rmn^At the height of the Stdfs^ Of the depth of the SeA? Enter into tfy ov>m fouly ind wonder there. Thy fcul by mition is infufed, by infuf§M, crested. EPIG. 2. What art thou now the better by this flame ? Thouknow'ft not how, nor when, nor whence it came : Poor kind of bappincfs, that can return No more account but this, to fay, I bum. 33° Hieroglyph. III. Hisroglyph. IIT. 331 PSALM 103. i^. The wind pajfcth o'l^er it, and it is gone y NO fooner is this lighted Taper fet Upon the traoficory ftage Of eye-bed arkiog night. But it is ftf aight Tub je^ed to the threat Of envious winds, whofe wailful rage Diftarbs her peaceful lig^t, r (brigKC And makes her rubft;aacc, wait, and majtes her fiames lefs No fooner are we born, no fooner come To take poffcflion of this vaft. This foul affli^ing earth, But danger meets us at the very womb. And forrow with her full mouth'd blaft Salutes our painful birth. To put out all our joys, and puff out all our mirth* Nor infant innocence, nor childilh tears, Nor youthful wit, nor manly power. Nor politick old age, Nor virgins pleading, nor the widows prayers, Nor lowly cell, nor lofty tower. Nor Prince, nor Peer, nor Page Can fcape this common blaft, or curb her ftormy rage. Td 332. Hieroglyph, lit 4 Our life is but a pilgrimage of blaftf; And every blaft brings forth a fear j And every fear, a death ; The more it lengthens, ah, the more it waftes: Were, were we to continue here The days of long livM Setb, Our forrows would renew, as we renew our breath.' 5 Toft too and fro, our frighted thoughts are driv'ii With every pufF, with every tide Of iife-confuming care ; Our peaceful flame, that would point up to Heav'o Isftill difturb'd, and turn'd afide ; And every blaft of air Commits fuch waftc in man as man cannot repair. 6 W*are all born debters, and we firmly ftand Oblig'd for our firft parents debt, Befides our intaereft ; Alas -, we have no h rmlefs counter-band, And we are every hour befet. With threatningt of arrcft, And till we pay the debt, we can expeft no reft. 7 What may this forrow-fhaken life prefent To the falfe reli(h of our tafte That'i worth the name of fweet ? Her minutes pleafur's choak*t with difcontent, Her glory foil'd wich every blaft ; How many dangers meet Poor man betwixt the biggin and the winding Iheet* & AUGUST. Hieroglyph. l\L 33} $. AUGUST. In thismrU, not to he grieved^ not w Be affliScd^ not to hs in dinger y Uimpfible, Ibidem. Behold, tie mrUu full of trouble, yethehved: What if itwereapletfi'gmrld? Borv viouUj} thou ddight in her cilms^ thit cink [o wcH endure berjiorms. EPIG. 7. Art thou coDfum'd with foul afRifting croffes ? Difturb'd with giief ? annoy *d with worldly loffes ? Hold up thy bead ; the Tapour lifted hie WiQ brook the wind; >vbcQ lower Tafours die. ^34 Hieroglyph. IV- CuranCiO Lahajcit ♦ "il^ Hieroglyph IV, Jjy M A T T H E W 9; T-L. The whole need not the Phyjitian. I ALways pruning, always cropping ? Is her brighmefs ftill obfcur'd ? Ever drefling, ever topping ? Always curing, never cur'd ? Too much fnuffing.makes a waftc; When the fpirits fpend too faft. They will fhrink at cv'ry blaft. 2 You that always are bpftowing Coftly pains in life repairing. Are but always orerthrowiDg Natures work by overcaring : Nature meeting with her Col In a work fhe hath to do, Takes a pride to over- throw. 3 Nature know$ her own perfe^ion. And her pride difdains a tutour. Cannot ftoop to Arts correSlon, And fhe fcorns a co-ad jutor. Saucy Art (hould not appear Till (he whifper in her ear : B:igAT flees, if Sato, bear. 4 Nature worketh for the better, If not hindred that fhe cannot; Art ftands by as her abetter. Ending nothing (he began not ; If diftemper chance to fcife Nature foil'd with the difeafe. Art may help her if Ihe plcafc. Y I«t 336 Hieroglyph. IV. But to make a trade of trying Druggs and dofcs always pmning, Is to die for fear of dying; He's untun'd, that's always tuning. He that often loves to lack Dear-bought drugs bath found a knack To foyl the man, and feed the Quack. O the fad, the frail condition Of the pride of Natures glory ! How infirm his compofition, And at beft how tranfitory ! When this riot doth impair Natures weaknefs, then his care Adds more ruin by repair. Hold th^, band, healths dear maintainer. Life perchance may burn the ftronger: Having fubftance to fubftain her, She untouch 'd , may laft the longer : W hen the Ar tift goes about, To redrefs her flame, I doubt. Oftentimes he fnufTs it eur. NICOCLES- 'Hieroglyph. IV. 337 NICOCLES. PhyJitidMS ofiU men are oiofi httppy ; whit good fuccefs fO' ever r bey bxve, the world procUimab ^ wivbAt faults tiejf commit^ the earth covemb* EPIG.4.' ■ My purfe being heavy, if my light appcac But dimm, ^i£i comes to make all clear ; jguici leave thy trade ; thy dealings are not right, Thou tak*ft QBr wcigty gold to give us Ushr^ Y 2 338 Hieroglyph. Vl Hieroglyph. V. 339 PSALM. 1 1. 91. Aniht will give his Angels charge over thee^ OHow mine eyes conld pkafc themlelves, and fpcnd Perpetual ages 4n this precious fight i How I could woe Eternity, to lend My wafting day anaatldote for night And how my flerfi coold with my flefji contend. That views this objeft with no more delight ! My worlc is great, my Tapour fpends too faft : Tis an I have, andfoon would outor waft Did not this bleffed fcreen protcft it from this Waft. O, I have !oft the jewd of ray foul. And I muft find it ont, or I muft die ? Alas .' My fin- made darknefs doth controul The bright endeavour of my careful eye : I muft go fearch and ranfack every hole ; Nor have I other light to to fcek it by : O if this light be fpent, my work not done, My labour's worfe then loft ; my jewel's gone, And I am quite forlorn, and I am qilte undone* 3 You bleffed Angels, you that do enjoy • The fuQ fruition of eternal glory. Will you be pleasM to fancy fuch a toy As man, and quit your glorious territory^ And ftoop to earth, vouchfafing to employ Your care to guard the duft that lies before ye? Difdain you not thefe lumps of dying day, That for your pains, do oftentimes repay Ncglcft, if not difdain, and fend you grieVd away ? y 3 ^ This 340 Hieroglyph. V. ^ / T -t Thii tapour of our lives, that once was plac*d In the fair fuburbs of Eternity, If now alas confin'd to ev'ry blaft. And turn'd a Maypole iot the fporting Fl^ ; And win you, facrcd Spirits^ pleafc tocafl Your care on ns, and lend a gracious eye ? How had this flender inch of Tapour been Blafted and blaz'd, had not this heavenly ScYcen Cutb'd the grpud Waft, and timely ftept between ! G goodnefs, far tranfcending the report Of lavifli tongues ! too vafl to comprehend : 'Amazed quill, how far dofl thou come (hort T* exprefsexpreflions that fo far tranfcend ! lYoubleffed Courtiers of th' eternal Court, Whofe full-mouth'd Hallelujahs have no end. Receive that world of praifes that belongs To your great SovVeign ; fill your holy tongues ^ith GUI Ho&iipa'i mird with your Seraphick foogs. S. BERN. Hieroglyph, V. 341 S. BERN. // thou defireji the help of AsgeJs, fiy the comftrts of the roorU, and repfi the temyntions of the Devil. Hi wiUgivt hu Angels charge m/erhhee, whit reverence, Tobathve, rohat confdense defervethfe \mtt a faying ? For their prejence, reverence ; for their good voiS, love ifor their tuition, confidence. '1 ■ »' -% EPIG. 5. My flame, art thou difturb'd, difcas'd and dr iv'n To death with ftorms of grief ? Point thou to HcaT'A One Angel there (hall eafc thee more alone. Then thrice as many thoufands of thy own. Y 4 34^ Hieroglyph VL ''TcnLpus zrtt^ 3-42, \ Hieroglyph, VI. 343 ECCLESIASTES 3. t. To every thing the re is an appointed time. I Time Death. Tim*, TlEholdthefraikyof this llsnder fnuf j3 A^^^ it hath not long rolatii Without the help of either tni?:t or puff. Her weakffcfs kaowu the wa/ to waft : Nature hach made herubftance apt enough To fpend it felf, aad fpend too faft : ^ It needs the help ot none That is fo pfone To lavilli oat ui^toucli'J, aad languilli all alone, 2 JDutb.Tims.hold thy peace,ar!d Ihske thy flaw pac'd fand : Thy idle minutes make no «ay ; Thy ^lafs exceeds her how V, oi'dfe doth ftand, I cannot hold, I cannot ftay. Surceafe thy pleading, a?5d enlarge ft?y hand I farfet wich too long delay : This br'iik, thisoDld-fac'd light Doth burn too bright ; Uarknefs adorns my throne^my day h darkeft night. 3 Time* Great Prince ofdarknef?, hold thy needlefs hand > Thy captiv's faft and cp.nnot flee : What arm can ref:ue ? Who C2n countermand ? Whatpow'f can fet thy pris'ncr free ? Or if they could, wnaccljfe, wh^t foreign land Can hide that head that flees from thee ? But if htr harmiefa light Offend thy fight, (at night ? Whii nced'ft thou Ihaich at nooDjWhat will be thine X 344 Hieroglyph. VL Deiih, I have out ftaid my patience ; my quick trade Grows dull and makes too flow return : Thii long livM debt is due, and (hould beei pakl When firft her flame began to burn t But I have ftaid too long, I havedelaid Toftore my vaft, my craving Urn. My patient gives me pow*r Each day, each hour, (tow'r To ftrike the Peafants thatch,& (hake the Princely Tim, Thoucount'ft to faft t Thy patient gives no pow'r Tia riffir flian pleafe to fay, Amen^ (hour? DcAtb.Czxi^ thou appoint my (baft ? Time, Or thou my Dedth. 'lis I bid, do. Time. 'Tislbid, When Alas ! Thou canft not make the pooreft flow'r To bang the drooping head till then : Thy ffiafts can neither kiH, Nor ftrike, until Cwill. My powcf give them wings, and plcafurc arm thy S. AUG. Hieroglyph. VL 345* S. AUGUST. Tbou inowefi not what time be wiU come : Watt alvfAji thatbectiufe thou inowefi not the time of bit coming^ thou tnayeft be prepared aj^iinfi the time he cometb. And for this percbifice, thou kncwefi not the time, becaufc tbou mnjtfi be prepMed agiiufi aU times. \ EPIG. 6. Expea, but fear not death: Death cannot ki[?. Tin Time y (that firft muft feal her Patent) will: Would'ft thou lire long r keep Time in high cftccm ; Whom gone, if thou canft not rcul, redeem. 34^ Hieroglyph. VIL •4^ Hieroglyph. VII. 347 JOB. 18. 6. His light JhaU le dark ; and his candle Jhall he put out. WHat alls our tapour ? Is her luflrc fled. Or foyl'd e What diredifaftcr bred Jhis change, that thus (he vails her golden head ? 2 It was but very now (he fhin'd as fair As VcnwL ftar. Her glory might compare With Cjntbiitt burnilht with her brothers hair. 3 .There was no cave-begctten damp that mought Abufc her beams ; no wind that went about Jo break h«r peace ; no pulFco put her out, 4 Lift up thy wond'fiog thoughts, and thou fhalt fpic A caufe, will clear thy doubts, but cloud thine eyc; Subjcfts muft vail, when as their Sov'ieign's by. Canft thou behold bright Phi« of living eartlj, Confumc thy golden days In llavifh freedom, let thy ways Take befV advantage of thy frolick mirth ; Thy ftock of Tims decays, And lavifh plenty ftill fore-runs a dearth : The bird that's flown may turn at laft ; And painful labour may repair a waft ; But pains nor price can call my minutes paft, SEN Hieroglyph, XI, 365 SEN. ExptBgre4t joy rshn thou (hilt hy down tie mini of a, chili, ani ieferve the fiyk of a wile man ; for ut tbofs years chilihooi it pafi^ but oftentimes childifhnejs remainetb, ani Tohjt U wcr/e, xh^u hij^ the authorit) of a man^ but the votes of A chili. £PIG. II, To the declining man. Why ftand'ft thou cifcontented ? Is not he As equal diftant ffon the top as thee ? What then may caufc thy difcontentcd frown ? He % mouHtingup the hil] ; thoo plodding down. ^66 Hleroilyfk XIL Vb "^al (trior e. Vvrtli . 66 Hiero^yph. XII. ^67 DEUTERONOMIE. 33. aj. As th€ daysy Jo Jhall thj sirength h. ThePoft Of fwrfcfooiTime Hath no* at length bsgun The Kalends of our middle ftage : The number'd fteps that we have gone, do (how The number of tbofe ftepj wt arc to go ; The buds and bloffoms of our age Are blo-*n, decayed, and gone And an oar prime Is lift ; nd what we boaft too much, we have kaft c^ufc to boaft^ Ah me! There is no reft ? Our Time is always fleeing. What rein caa curb our head-firong hours; They poft away : They pafs we know not how ; Our Norn is gone, before we can fay Nots ; Time paft and future's cone of ours; That hath as yet no being ; And this hath ceaft To be: ^'hat 15, is only ours : Hew fhort a Time bare we ! h ?. Ana 368 HieroglypkXll And now JpoUos ear. Expefts harmonious ftrainf^ N«w miatcd from the Thnchn Lyre ; For now the virtue of the twi-fork'd Bill Infpires the raviih'd fancy, and doth fiB The vines with Pe^afean fire: And now thofe fteril brains That cannot (how. Nor bear Some fruits, (ban never wear ApOo's facred Bow. Exce fs And furfeit ufes To wait upon thefe days; Full feed and flowing cups of wine Conjure the fancy, forcing up a fpirit By the cafe Magiek of debauched delight j Ah pitty, twice-born Baccbtu Fine fliould ftarve ApoUo's Bxyes, And drown thofe Mufes That blcfs And caliDthe peaceful foul^whea florms of cares opprefs. Strong light Boaft not thofe beams That can but only raife And blaze a while, and then away : There is no SoWice in thy day ; The midnight glory lies Betwixt th' extremes '^■:^-\'W-'- Of night, ; A'glWffoirdwithlhame, and foord wich'Jalfc delight. mfl Hieroglyph. XII. 3^9 Hifi thou cUmhed up to the fuU age of tiy few dijs ? Look bichpoirds and tboujhah fee the frailty cf thy youth ; tbs folly of thy childhood^ And the wille of thy la fancy : Look forrvards^ thou Jbdh fee the cares of the World, the troubles of thy mind^ the difeafes of thy body. EPIG. 12. To themiddle''aged. Thou that art prancing on the lufty Noon Of thy fall age. boaft not thy feJf too foon : Convert that breath to wail thy fickle flate ; Take heed thou'lt brag too foon, or boaft too lateC Aa 2 3?6 Hiero^typh.WW: Martem/ki-ar d arrtui 370 Hieroglyph. XIII. 371 JOHN. 3. 30. Hd muH CHcreafe, hut ImuHJecreafe. Time voids the table, dinner'i done ; And now ourdays declining Sua Hath hurried his diurnal load To th' borders of the Weftern road ; Fierce Pblegon, with his fellow fteeds. Now puffs and pants, and blows and bleeds. And froths and fumes, rcmcmbringftill Their lalhes up th* Olympick hill. Which haying conquer'd , now difdain,- The whip, and champ the frothy rein. And with a full caricr they bend Their paces to their journeyi end : Our blazing Tapour 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 the generoui dp forfakes Her feir-growntwig : A breath cv*n fhakei The down ripe fruit; fruit foon divorcd From her dear branch, untouch'd, unforc*d. Now Sanguin f^enm doth begin To draw her wanton colours in. And flees negle£Ved in difgrace, Whil'ft Mars fupplies her luke warm place i Blood turn to cholcr : What this ags Lofes in ftrecgth it finds in rage-* That richennamel, which of old, Damafk'd the downy cheek, and told. 37* Hieroglyph. XIII. A harmlefs guilt, unaflc*d, is new Worn off from the audacious brow ; Luxurious daJiaaee, midnight revelfi Loofc riot, ^'-Jd thofe venial evils Which 5acor,meratc youth of late Could pkad, now watc an Jdvocate : And what appeac'd in former times Whifp'ring as fa:iUs. now roar as crimes ; And now ^H y- wiiofc I'ps were wont To drench c .^r Cor^l in the font Of fork'd PamafM ; you that be The fons of Phcebui, and can flee On wings of fancy to difplay The flagg of high invention, ftay, Rcpofe your quills ; your veics grow fower, Tempt not your Salt beyond her power : If your paP/d fancies but decline, Cenfure will ftrikest every line And wound yonr names, the popular ear Weighs what you are, not what you were Thus hackney like, we tire our age, Spur-galj'd with change from flage toftage. Set Hieroglyph. XIIL \nT^ Stffttbou %bi diily light of the gr titer WtirU? When At* teMiedto the higheft pixcb of Meridian glory ^ it fiayeih not^ but by the [Atne degrees, it af^ended, it defcendeth. And is the light of the lefcr roorld more permanent ? Conxinmnce U tie tbildof Eternity^ not of rime. EPIG. 13: To the young man. Young mao, rejoyce ; and let thy rifiog days Cheer thy glad heart : Think^ft thou thcfc uphil ways Lead to deaths dungeon? No, but know withal, A rifing ii but a Prologue to a fall. Aa 4 374 rrterigry/>k. XIV. J74 Inviiioja- $zmciiiS. Hieroglyph. XIV. 37 f JOHN. IX. jy. Tet a little while is the light with you. THcdaygro*'io!d, the Io«f. pitch lamp hath made No Icfs than treble (hade, Aod the dcfcending damp doth now prepare T* uncurl bright Tiiir.s hair ; Whofe Weftern wardrobe now begins t* unfold Her purples, fring'd with gold, To cloath his rv-eaing glory, when t\k alarms Of reft {hall call to reft in leftlcls Tbctis arms. Nature now calls to Tapper, to refrelh The fpifils of aU fleOi ; The toylicg plowman drires his thirfty teams, To tatte the fiipp'ry ft:eams : The droyling fwine-herd knocks away, andiJeafls His hungry whining guefts •• Thcboxbil Ouzle, and the dapled Thrufh Like hungry rivals meet at their bcioved bu(h. And now the cold Autumnal dews arc leen To cobweb every green ; And by the low-ftiorn Rowini doth appear The faft- declining year: The faplefs branches doflF their fummer fcits And wain their winter fruits ; And flormy blafts have forced the quaking trees To wrap her trembling limb? in r"ji:s of mofTy frccz. Our 376 Hieroglyph. XIV. Our wafted Tapour now hath brought her light To the next door to night r Her fprightlefi flames grown with great fnuffj doth turn Sad as her neighboring Urn: Her flcnder inch, that yet unfpent remains. Lights but to further pains. And in a filent language bids her gueft Prepare his weary limbs to take Esernal reft. Now careful age hath pitch'J her painful plough Upon the furrow*d brow j And fnowy blafts of difcontented care Have blanch*d the falling hair : Sufpicious envy mixt with jealous fpight Diflurb*s his weary night : He threatens youth with age ; and now alas, He owns not what he is, but vaunts the man he was,' Gray hairs, pur(uc thy days, and let thy paft Read Lectures to thy laft: Thofehafty wings t hat hurri'd them away Will give thefe days no day : The conftant wheels of Nature fcorn to tire \ Until her works expire : That blaft that nipt thy youth, will ruin thee ;"< tree. That hand that (hook the branch win quickly ftrike the S. CHRYS Hieroglyfh,ySV. 377 S. C H R Y S. Gny biirs are honounble, rohsn the Behavhur fuhs with ^riy hairs : But when an antient man hath ckildijk manners, be becometb more ridiculous than a child, SEN. Thou art in vain attained to old years, that refeitefi thy jouthfuhefs. EPIG. 14. To the Touth. Sceft thou this good old man ? he reprefcnts Thy Future, thou, his Preterperfe^ tenfc : Thoa goeft to labour, he prepares to reft r Thou brcakTc thy fafc, he fupps ; now which Isbcft? 378 Hieroglyph* XV, Hkroglypk XV. 37^ PSALM 90. 10. TJje days of our years are three/core years and ten. SO have I feen fh* iUuftrlous Trinee of Ltght Rifing in glory from his Crocem bed, And trampling down the horrid (hades of night. Advancing more and more his cocqu'ring head, Paufcfirft, decline, at length begin to ihroud His fainting brows within a cole-black cloud. So have I feen a wen- built Ci^fcfhnd Upon the tip-toes of a lofty hill, Whofc aftive powV commands both fea and land. And curbs the pi ide of the beleag'rers will : At length her ag'd foundation fails her truft. And lays her tott'ring ruins in the duft. 3 So have I feen the blazing Tspour (hoot Her golden head into the fee We air, Whofe fhadow- gilding ray fpread round about. Makes the foul face of black-brow'd darknefs fair j Till at the length her wafting glory fades. And leaves the night to her iavet'race fludsf. 4 Ev*n fo this little world cf living C/^;, The pride of Nature, glorified by Art, Whom Earth adores, and all her Hofts obey, AUy'd to Heav'n by his Diviner part. Triumphs a while, then droops, and then decays. And worn by age, death cancels all his days. Tbatf 380 Hieroglyph. XV. That glorious Sun, that whilom Ihonc ^o bright, Is now er'n ravifh'd from ourdarkned eyes •• Thatfturdy CajiU^ mann'd with fo much might. Lies now a Mon'ment of her own difguife ; That blazing Tapour^ that difdain'd the pufF Of troubled Air, fcarce owns the name of fnuflf Poor bed-rid Man ! Where is that glory now, Thy Youth fo vaunted ? Where that Maje/iy Which (et enthron'd upon thy manly brow ? Where, where that braving arm ? That daring eye ? Thofe buxom tunes ? Tbofe Bacchanalian tones ; Thofe fwelling \eios ? Thofe marrow flaming bones ? Thy drooping ^/or/s blurrM, and proft rate lies Grov'iing induft; and frightful honour, now. Sharpens the glaunces of thy gafhful eyes ? Whilft fear perplexes thy dift rafted brow : The panting breaft vents all her breath by groans^ And death cnerves thy marrow- wafted bones. Thus Man that's born ef woman can remain But a fhofC time : His days are aD full of forrow ; HlsWie S2 p'-nancs vnd his death's a pain. Springs like a flow V to day, and fades to morrow; His breath's a ^tt6*i?, and his day's a |f^n .* 'Tis glorious mifery to be born a Man, . CYPR. Hieroglyph. XV. 381 CYPR. when i)ts dre dim^esrs deaf, vifiigepde, teeth decay ed,sktn tvbitbered ^breath tainttd, pipes furtfd.tnees trembling, hinds fumbling.feti fiiUvg, the judden dovufal of tbyftjhly bouft is near At band, S. AUGUST. A)l vices wax oUhj ageiCcvetcu'nefs aJonegrorvetb young. EPIG. 15. To the infant. 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