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Together with -ilER�GLYPHICgS O F T H E

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	W		ritten by Francis Q�arles.
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	�#***� * * ******* ���* * * * :� To my much honoured, and no lefs truly beloved Frietid, Edward Beniowes Eiq;: % dear Friend, O U have put the Theorlo into my hand, and I have played: Ton gave , the Mujician thefirft encouragement j je Mufick returneth to you for Patronage* y«d it been a light Air; no dcuht lut it had �* the woft_t and among them the worfi 5 being a grave Strain, my hopes are, that fjlpleaje the heft, and among them you.- jyJh Airs pleafe trivial Ears \ they kifs J^eJ^ancy, and betray it. They cry, Hail,, n I' ^and* ^af^ter* *^Crucifie �� ^Lei* ^Dors ^de-** '� t to immerd themfelves in dung_y whilji vo u ^S J^corn J⁰P°°r ^a &^ame ^as Flies. Sir_B . j« have Art and Candour; let the one judge'., ^et'he other excufe ^our moll affectionate Friend, *FRA. QVARIES.*

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	T O T H E

AN Emhlem is but a filent Parable J Let not the tender eye check, to fee the allufion to our blefl�d Sa-, viour figured in thefe Types. In Holy Scripture he is fometimes called a Sower > ibiretimes a Fifher ; fometimes aPhyfici' an : And why not prefented fo, as well ttf the eye as to the ear ? Before the know ledge of Letters, God was known by Hie* roglypbkks. And indeed what are the Heavens, the Earth, nay, every Creature, but Hieroglyphichs and Emhlems of his Glory ? I have no more to fay ; I wifB thee as much pleafure in the reading, a$ I had in writing. Farewel READER.

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		T Fathers hack'J, ly Holy Writ led on : Thou Jbevoft a way to Heavn ^/Helicon: V~he Mufes Font is confecrate ly thee, ^And Poe f e baptizd Divinity : (pace₉ ^BleJlfoul, that here emlark ft: thoufaiPft a- Fis hard to fay, movdmore hy wit or grace, Each muf e Jo plies her oar : But O the fail ftfill'd from Heav'n with a diviner gale : * When Poets prove Divines, whyfhouldnot I* -Approve in Verfe this divine Poetry ? '� Let this fuffice to licence thee the pfefs :■■■ ^J I muft no more ; nor could the truth fay lefs. Sic approbavit RIC. LOVE, Procan. Cant:

		' Tot Flores QUARLES, quotParadfus habet. ⁷' . Lectori bene mak-volo. ' &'}* ^Je§it ex Horto hoc Floret, qui carpit, uierqna i v,-^)ur.^eP^�t«ftrjo/,iidicere, jureifo/Jw: «on e p_arnajj-₀ y 10 LAM, fejliv� ROS ET O O ?^¹ 4'°"", magisquse lit amo�na, ROS AM ^:4 r K^erf^us VIOLAS legis ; 8cquem verba* locutunn , -r_Tr^redls» verba dedit: Nam dedit ille ROSAS , ^vtSl^ego non dicam ba>c VIOLAS fuaviflima ; Tuts [J x'PJe tacis VIOLAS, Livide, ft violas, j ^a� ^v^lut � VIOLAS iibi iugit Jranea virus: vettisat ia 1'uccos Htfque ROSAS que tuos. ^uas ,₀/_aj ^^ _jr// ₀^ ^ _s _put0i _quar_que recufas Sj^entetuoro/fl,, has, reor^ffe ROSAS,* ^lL'°/'«, facis^Te ROSAW-dum, Zoile, rodis : ^�'c racies hjFVIOLAS, Livide, dum w/aJ. *^Bren'-H�L* f *«»? EDW. BEN LOWES, A 4 .

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		T H E FIRST BOOK. The INroCATlOK' I \ ^ ^⁶⁶' ^myl"^oul J^an<^ drain thee from the dregs Of . Of vulgar thoughts :. fcrew up the heightened AnH il~ ^'^ims Theorbo four notes highV, f pegs Of f .3'^l'r yet, that fo the fhriil mo�th'd quira ^ ,^w'ft-wing^,d feraphims may come and join, Inv iT'¹'" ^l^X ^con^^ort more than half divine. AndT ^no.^mule '■> ^let '«av'n be thine Atollo \ Ihv h* ''^s ^^acrec' iⁿfi^ue-'^;Ces hallow 1'hv S^-bred ftrains. Let his full beams infpir� Snat '^avi.^^le^ brains with more heroick fire : y{ ,^ctl thee a quill from the fpi sad eagle's wing, Call' ff ^e '^le morning lark, mount up and hug ; Thv t)>^t)^lek dangling plummejs, that fofilog Of V 'ⁿ8 heart, which gropes in this dark fog , - Toil ^ngeon ^earth 5 ^letflefta,!- W�odfoJbeai A ^.^P'hy flight, till this'bale world a peat S₀ hj!, . l^^dskip : let thy piniaas foat Than" <-^a P^ltcrl> that men may fee n no more Thin ^ ^lres crawling on this m iie-h ^''e ear untroubled with theii frantiek ail Th,- "^t,he frailty of thy II (h Thy-Kr^luded peaces Thef2�^rooutn'dDaffion; aud let ■■. Scot, _fc^^Wa««itheeat luff ^!».««e in? foul ■'"

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a Emli_ems, Book r^ That glide their ways with th^, _own _nat;_ve _flilKes. ;No, we muft fly like eagles, and �_k rhymes Muft mount to heav'n, and reach th' w_tnipick ear Our heav'n-blown fire muft feek no other '^here. Ihou great Theanthropos, that giv'it and g'-.*und'ft Thy gifts induft, and from our dunghil crown's}; Refkding honour, taking by retail "What thou haftgiv'n in grofs, from lapfed, frail, And iinful man : that drink'ft full draughts, wherein Thy childrens leprous fingers, fcurf'd with fin, Have paddled ; cleanfe, O cleanfe my crafty foul Fromiecret crimes, and let my thoughts controul My thoughts : O teach me ftoutly to deny 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 conduit of my quill Convey thy current, whofe clear ftreams may fill The hearts of men with love, their tongues with praife down me with glory, take who lift the bays.





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		Emblems^ I.
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Book i.

Emhlemsi

JAM. r. ,14;.

■^verJ wtan is tempt'ed, when he is drawn may
hy his ownluft and enticed.

Sen �* - Serf ent. Eve.

^^TOTeat f not talle ?not touch.⁷ not cad an eye
^l -L Al Upon the fruit of this fair tree ? and why ?
Q J ^eat*it thou not what heav'n ordain'd for food ?
^,^can� thou think that bad which heav'n call'dgood'

^eef q^aS " ^made ^ ^110t ^t0 ^be ^etl3°y'^d ■

BlefT °^ ^^avours ^m»kes a favour void :

_As ^lf,p unus'd, pervert into a wafte

See If ^as ^^ur^^elts > woman, do but tafle .-

To h°^W -^^e '^aden b^g*¹³ ^ma^^e M^ent ^^uit

JMeet tⁿ^^oy'^d ' ^Io°k ^ll0w ^their ^bsndiⁿg ^frui^�

X₀ v-r half-way : obferve but how they crouch �

Maik^s J^y hand ; coy woman, do but touch:

Their r ^a ^pure ^vexnil^^on Wuft has dy'd

Their fJ¹"¹⁸ ^cheeks» ^and how ^^or ft^a,ne they hide

Nep] P^a'he-heads to fee themfelves ftand by

"Whaf I* '" ^WovI)an, do but cad an eye.

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Come ^Do^^teo"s heav'n ordain'd for ufe, refufe

Eve 'wT^3nd ^eat '* y' ^a^^u^^e the thing ye ufe not j
ReitJ yfeft of beafls, our great creator did
The �tu^^ls ^tree. and this alone forbid j
^^s pieafuTi/ f^iegly ours, which doubtlel's are

■^^ls death

Yo,

' P. Pift �a^S' "^�l"^fs ^tha" ^death to touch,

equii 7\L^death'^s.^a Ne ; did not heav'n incite
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6 Emblems. Book I. E Blown from the fpring of life ) Is not that breath Immortal ? come; ye are as free from death As he that made you. Can the flames expire
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		Did not the great creator's voice proclaim Whate'er he made, fiom the blue fpangled frame To the poor leaf that trembles, very good ? ^� Blei! he not both the feeder and the food ? Tell tell me then, what danger can accrue From fuch bleft food, to fuch half gods as you? Curb needlefs fears, and let no fond conceit Abufe your freedom; woman take and eat. Eve 'Tis true, we are immortal^-, death is yet "Unborn, and till rebellion make it death, "Undue ; I know the fruit is good, until Prefumptious difobedience make it iH. The lips that open to this fruit's a portal To let in death,'and make immortal mortal. Sett You cannot die ; come woman,taile,and fear not Fvc Shall Eve tranfgrefs ? I dare not, O 1 dare not Serp. Afraid f whydraw'ft thou back thy umW Harm only falls on fuch as fear a harm. (arm Heav'n knows and fear» the virtue of this tree : 'Twill make you perfect Gods as well as he. Stretch forth thy hand, and let thy fondnefs never Fear death : do, pull, and eat ana live for ever. Eve. 'Tis but an apple ; and it is as good To do* as to defire. Fruit's made for food : f 11 pull, and tafte, and tempt my Adam too To know the feciets of this dainty, beq. D*

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		"ook i. Emhlems. , 7 S. CHRYS. fup. Matth. . f^e forced him not: he touched him not : only [aid, caft Jty fel f down ; that we may know, that whofoever obeyeth he Devil, ca�eth himfelf down : for the devil may fuggejl, ^cm$el he cannot. S. BERN, in Ser. , j " M the devil's part to [uggeft : ours, not to eonfent * °ft as we rejift him, fo often we overcome him : as often as . °^l'e!come him, jo often we bring joy to the angels, and Jy ^t0 God, who oppofeth us, that we may contend ; and JPfitth us, that we may conauer.

			Q , E P I G. j. fco h^Cky ?^arli3merlt � wherein at laft, An n^0Ules are agreed, and firmly pafi O h °^ ^^eat^ confir.n'd by higher pow'rs 3 ^na« it but had luch fuccefs as ours.'

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	Emhktfis. II.
		Book I.¹


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			Book iv Emblems. 9> �L JAM. i. I;. Then vohen lufl hath conceived, it bringeth forth fin j and fin, when it is fir>ijhed₉ithgeth forth death*

		LAment, lament; look, look, what thou hall dcme� Lament the world's, lament thine own e (late s. "°°k, look, by doing how thou ait undone ; Th, ^m?^nt thy fall, lament thy change of ftate :-.■ ^aliy faith is broken, and thy freedom gonej ^ee, fee too foon, what thou lament'ft too late, O thou that wert lo many men, nay, all _n Abridg'd in one, how has thy defp'rate fall ueitroy'd thy unborn feed, defiroy'd thy felf withal ?- uxorious Mam,* whom thy Maker made tqual to angels that excel in pow'r, "" haii thou done ? O why haft thou obeyed Kn i^le ^own ^dehnidtion ? like a new-cropt flow'r, T ^doas ^the glory of thy beauty fade ! �now are thy fortunes blafled in an houi'. t Wow art thou cow'd that haft the pow'r to quell And � ^pite ^of ^new ^fall'ⁿ angels, baffle hell, "^a vie with thofe that ftood,& vanquifh thofe that fell Seeh ³ '�S°u_t^the ^World C^whofe chaft and pregnant womb 'Me conceiv'd, and brought forth nothing ill) Is

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		10 Emblems; Book I. Is now degenerated, and become A bafe adult'refs, whole falfe births do fill The earth with monflers, menders that do roam And rage about, and make a trade to kill : Now glutt'ny paunches ; luft begins to i'pawn; Wrath takes revenge, and avarice a pawn ; Pale envy pines,pridelwells, and fluth begins to yawn. 4 The Air that whifper'd, now begins to roar \ And blu��ing Boreas blows the boiling Tide ; The white-moutb'd water now ufurps the (here, And fcorns the pow'rof her tridental guide � The fire now burns, that did but warm before, And rules her ruler with refilllefs pride : Fire, water, earth, and air, that tiid were made To be iubdu'd, lee how they now invade ; (obey'd. They rule whom once they ferv'd, command where once S Behold; that nakednefs, that latebewray'd Thy glory, nov/'s become thy fhame, thy wonder; Behold ; thole trees whole various fruits were made For food, now turn'd a fliade to fhroud thee under ; Behold ; that voice (which thou haft difobey'dj That late was mufick, now affrights like thunder : Poor man ! are not thy joints gtown faint with fha- To view th' effect of thy bold undertaking, (king That in one hour didit mart what heav'n fix days was (making»

			S. AUGUST' ■

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Bock i.

Emhlems.

S.AUGUST, lib. i. de lib. arbit.

It is amoji jufl punifiment ,that manfhould lofe that free-
d°m, which man could not ufe, yet had power to keep, if he
^Wo"ld -_y and that he who had 'knowledge to do what was
^r,�"t, and did not, jhould he deprced of the knowledge of
vhat was right i and that he who would not do rhghtecufly,

hen

*'■>«»! he had the'tower, fiould lofe the power to do it. w'
'>e had the will.

HUGO de anima.

They are ]_ufilypinWd that ahufe lawful things,hit they
"remojl jultly pvnijhed, that ufe unlawful things : thus Lu-
^Ci*« fell from haven : thus Adam loft hisparadije.

E P I G. ₂.

TW* ^^'"'tM kernels, being cart
Afnll^M * ^bow ^thickthey fpring ! how M !
*ienoft», ^ct0P«»d thriving, rank and proud !
"P°ft rous man firn Wd, and then he plough'd.

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		Emilemn III.
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-Book u Emhlems. 13 III PROV. 14. 13. ^ven in laughter the heart is forrovofuk anU the end of that mirth is heavinefs. A^L"! fond child, . How are thy thoughts beguil'd nope for honey from a neft of wafps.? Thou may'ft as well ₀WeekforeafeinhelJ, ^lP"ghtly Neftor from the mouths of afps, z The world's a hive, \ J^Tq °^m whence thou canft derive good, but what thy foul's vexation brings : rut cafe thou meet EachT P^etti-petti-fweet, atop _is girded with a thoufand flings.

	_T,^hy doft thou make �he f f ^murni'^ring troops forfake ^l*^e protection of their waxen homes ? v ^xj}^eiT* hive contains �W. ^etu ^³''⁵ ^worth thy pains; s nothing here, alas < but empty combs/

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		�4 Emblems. Book v What torment feems too fhatp for fiefh and blood ! What bitter pills, Compos'd of real ills, Men iwailow down to purchafe one falfe good 1

		The dainties here, Are leait what they appear ; Though fweet in hopes, yet in fruition four The fruit that's yellow, Ts found not always mellow; The fairelt tulip's not the fweeteft flow'r,

	Fond youth, give o'er, And vex ihy foul no more In feeking what were better far unfound ; Alas � thy gains Are only piefent pains To gather fcorpians for a future wound.

What's earth ? or in it, That longer than a minute, Can lend a free delight that can endure ? O who would droil, Or delve in fuch a foil, Where gain's uncertain, and the pain is fure ? Si a S. AUG US⁵'

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^,d *7ZttolTf°^ra- ^mam,'I »'"«W: H is a labour
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H U G O.

hnlT*"] ^isanentie!t%t^let*fw^et a bajtard mirth, which hath
3 tn her mouth, gall in her heart, andafiing in her tail.

fohat fw/ �PIG. j.

K? ^Sg hon%?₀^y_r^lhafts ^alr-dy *de?

°^ney '« tb�ir L,l^fwf^ts! ^th> bees'do b: ne
««f mouth,, but i� their tails a A

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	^Bo°k I. Emb	¹⁷IV.
		¹⁷IV.

PSALM 62. 9. ⁰ be laid in the balance, it is altogether lighter than 'vanity. 1 1 A?H^a'^10ther ^we!§^ht^: '^Tis y^et ^to ^Hght: And v ^^et' ^fond Cupid, put another in ; yet another : Still there's under-weight : V" ^an°ther hundred : Put again ; �p ^d world to world ; then hesp a thoufand more Takeun ' ^the"' to renew thy wailed ilore, P more worlds on tru(l,to draw thy balance low'r. 2. Putⁿin^hg ^flefll,^w5tf> all her loads of pleafure 5 Put in thp " , ^WWB0»'s endlel's inventory 1 Put in tif°ⁿ"-^rous ^a(fts of might* Ctfar : Ac/io? ^greafer weight of Aden's glory ; ^Put cC T°^s gaunrfet; put in P/ato's gown: ^ybala ^Seba?^ms> put in the triple crown. «ce will not draw; thy balance will not down. ? Lord ' �,1, » , Mei, feil³⁴ ^a. ^°_r^rld ^is ^th5s» which day and night, ^hich ZicZ¹}^hfomuch "il, with fo much trouble ? So poSSL '." f^qUal ^fcaIes ^is ^found ^fa ^1JS^h�> Go^dP^^¹²"^ with a bubble? i � Their wth«fc ^frantkk ^mortals ^aould ^deilFF ^UP°n 5S ' ^hn,°^pes' ^and P^lace ^theiridle M " ^cn ^aify ««A», upon fo light a toy I B i Thou

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		l8 Emllems. Book r.

	4 Thou holy Inipoller, how hall thou befool'd The tribe of man with counterfeit defire! How hasthe breath of thy falfe bellows cool'd Heav ns free-born flame, and kin�led bafiard fire ! How hail thou vented drofs initead of treafure, ■ Au-d cheated rnen with thy falfe weights& meafuie» Proclaiming bad for goodj& gilding death with pleafure'

The world's a crafty Strumpet, moil affecting And clofely foll'wing thoi'e that moil reject her 5 -But feeming carelefs, nicely dilVefpecting And coyly flying thofe that molt affect her : If thou be free, file's ftrange ; if ttrange, {he's free! Flee, and fhe follows ; fellow, and fhe'll flee : Than (he there's none more coy, there's none more fon^' (than lh«' 6 ^: O what a crocodilian wctld is this, Compos'd of treach'ries, and infnaring wiles ! She deaths deflruction in a formal kit's, And lodges death in her deceitful fmiles ; She hugs the foul the hate> ; and there does pro*'⁵Th« very'Ii tyiant, where fhe vows to love ; And-is a feipent molt, when molt fhe feems a dove» 7 Thrice happy he, whofe nobler thoughts defpilc To iv.as<e an object of fo eatie gains; Thrice happy he, who lcorns fo poor a prize Should be the ciown of his heroick pains: Thrice happy he, that ne'er was bom to try Her frowns or fmiles : or being born, did lie In his fad nurfes arms an hour or two, and die. 5. AUGUST

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			Book F. Emlkms. E-j* S. AUGUST, lib. ConfeiT. 0.)"^ i/jrt; dote upon this wilii for wint vii�ory do ye fight ? Tour hopes can be crowned'with no greater reward, than "^e world cangive; and what is the world hut a brittle thing Ml ₀f j_mg_ers^ therein _we travel from lejfer to greater pe~ J* ? O let all her vain, light, momentary glory perijb with ^r felf, and let us be converfant with more eternal things. ■'«! this world is miftrahit; life isfiort, and death is [ure.*

		Ut E PIG. 4. �hl ^Ul' ^what'^s 1'ghter than a feather ? Wind. W" ?^ln& ? The fire. And what, than fire ? The mind. ThjJV slighter than the mind? A thought.Than thought? bubble world. What, than this bubble.' Nought. B 2 i.

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			Book l<
		Emblems. V.
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40


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"ook i. Emblems, 3* V. i COR. ?. 2i. The fafkion of this world pajfeth away, GOne are thofe golden days, wherein Pale confcienee ttarted not at ugly fin : ^When good bid Saturn s peaceful throne ^w»5 unul'urpcd by his beardlefs Son : When jealous Ops ne'er fear'd th' abufe ^t her chall bed, or breach of nuptial truce : > when juft 4ftma pois'd her fcales Mortal hearts, whofe abfence earth bewails : ■yjyVhen froth-borHVenus and her brat, �th all that fpurious brood young Jove begat, Th r ^rid fhapes were yet unknown ; ■Sj* halcyon days, that golden age is gone. Th l -^e ^was ^no ^c^^lent ^tnen ^to ^wa'^cy leifure of this long-tail'd advocate j Anrt r^alion law was in requeft, "° ^nane'ry Courts were kept in every breaft* : And ^ftatutes had no tenters, J¹ men could deal fecure without indentures : the -^e ^W" ^no P^eeP'ⁿg ^°^^e ^t0 ^c^^earwutal's eye from his incarnate fear ; To b �? ^Were ^no ^lullful ^ci»^ders then uroil the carbonado'd hearts of men : A fh ^r°^fle ^cheeks ^did ^tnen proclaim name ₀f guilt, but not a guilt of fliame : At e V^as "° ^whininS ^Soul ^t0 ^�art Th R ^S ^twanS' ^or ^curfe ^his flaming dart j Ana e �°y ^had ^tnen bur callow wings, KUErennjs' fcorpions had no flings:

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			2,2 Emhlems. Book J. The better-a�ted world did move Upon the fixed poles or" truth and love. Love effanc'd in the hearts of men ! Then reafon rul'd, there was no pafiion then j Till lull and rage began to enter, Love the ciicumfrence was, and love the centre j Until the wanton days of Jove, The Ample world was all compos'd of love j But Jove grew flefhly, falfe, unjuft ; Inferiour beauty fill'd his veins with luft : And cuequean Juno's fury hurl'd Fierce balls of rape into the incefluous world : Ajly&a fled, and love return'd From earth, «arth boil'd with lull, with ragejt burn'd» And ever fince the world hath been Kept gpjng with the fcourge of luft and fpleen.



					S. AMBROSE-

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Book i.

Emllems.
S. AMBROSE.

3j:

afFeM ^u-^a fiarp fp_Ur to vice, winch always tutteth the
^m%om^o a f�fegallop. ' ' ' *

HUGO.

pojf_OJl ^a ^an immoderate wantonness of the fiejh, a /met
eth A ^C/ pe�lihnce ; a perniciouspoij'on, which weaken-
h'oick), 7 °f ^mn> ^JHa' effminateib the firength of an

S. AUGUST.

F . �
peri_ou^ ^K/ ^^atted °f another's felicity : in refpetl of Su-'
infer';*/'. ^cauf^e ^l^^ey are not equal to them ; in refpeS of
Eq_Ua,_s^lirs' ^lefi he Jhould be equal to them ; in refp.cl of
ceettgj ''_tl ^ecanf^e they are equal to them : Through envy pra-

>e fall of the world, and death of Cbrift.

What r ; ^EPIG' *�

^B"t ma rJ^p ' ^rauft ^the world be hfli'd fo foon ?

'�islike t�¹ ^m3rning ^anJ be whipt at noon f

�he more v7§?' ^thac P¹^³ ^with ^r�^w' ^doves»
lis lain d, the more perverfe it proves.

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		Emhlems. VI.
				Book I.

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^°ok i. Emblems. 2$ VI. ECCLES. a. 17. ^ «■ vanity and vexation of fpirit.

		HOW is the the anxious foul of man befool'd In his defire, ^Anat thinks an hedick fever may be cool'd Q , In flames of fire ? ' ^noPes to rake full heaps of bumiftYd gold A wvr ^^roai ^na»y ^m>^re � whining lover may as well requefl �j A fcomful bteaft ^meU in gentle tears, as woo the world for reit. 2 Le> � ^cr ^Wlr, and all her fludied plots effed L_et _f The beft they can ; filing fortune profper and perfeil Let ^What ^wit ^be2^an 'j ^earth advife with both, and fo project Let -^A ^ha.PPy '^¹*¹¹ > ^Wlt or fawning fortune vie their beft;

			With n ^may ^be ^bIeft ⁿ ^aU that earth can give; but earth can give	no reft


	� ^h°fe gold is double with a cartful hand, «»s cares are double : The

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		$6 Emblems. Book I» The pleafure, honour, wealth of fea and land Bring but a trouble ; The world it felf, and all the world's command, Is but a bubble. The ftrong defires of man's infatiate breaft May ftand poffeft Of all that earth can give ; but earth can give no reft» 4 The world's a feeming par'dife, but her own And man's tormentor; Appearing fix'd, yet but a rolling ilone "Without a tenter j It is a vaft circumference, where none Can find a centre. Of more than earth, can earth make none poffefl; And he that leaft Regards this reftlefs World,fhall in this World find refi< 5 True reft conflfts not in the oft revying Of worldly diofs ; Earth's miry purchafe is not worth the buying ; Her gain is lofs �, Her reft but giddy toil, if not relying Upon her crofs. How worldlingsdroil for trouble! That fond breaft That is poffefs'd Of earth without a crofs, has earth without aieft.

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	The crofs � the invincible fanBuary of the humlle, the ^aeJ^e«ion of the poUd, the viBory of Chrhft, the deslruttion °J the devil, the confimation of the faithful, the death of «w unbeliever, the life of the juft. DAMASCEN. ne crofs ofChriH is the key of paradife ; the weak man's J aff ; the convert's convoy ; the upright man's perfection \ befoul and bodies health : the prevention of all evil, and ^t1}s pocurer 0} dlgood.

		W u,. E PIG. 6. ^ot.dlmgs, wbofe whisnp'ring tolly holds the loffes Lo k°t°^Ur' P^leafuie» health, and wealth 1'uch croflfe, ■vy, ^here> and tell me, what your arms engrol's, �ⁿ «en the beft end q� what he hugg's a crofs i

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Book i. Emblems. 29 VII 1 PET. f. 8. Be foher, be vigilant, lecaufe your adver- fary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, feeking whom he way devour.

	WHy doft thou fuffer ruflful floth to creep, Dull Cyprian lad, into thy wanton brows? Is this a time to pay thine idle vows At Morpheus' Ihrine ? Is this a time to fteep Thy brains in wailful flumbers f up and rouze -Thy leaden fpirit : Is this a time to fteep ? Adjourn thy fanguine dreams, awake; arife, Call in thy thoughts; and let them all ad^ife, ■Had'� thou, as many heads, as thou haft wounded eyes.

		��-ook, look, what horrid furies do await Thy flatt'iing flumbers! It' thy drowzy head But chaftce to nod, thou fall'lt into a bed Of fulph'rous flames, whofe torments want a date. Fond boy, be wife, let not thy thoughts be fed With Phrygian wildoin ; fools are wile too late : I^eaii betimes, and let thy reafon lever Thole gates which paffion clos'd ; wake now or never; ⁰¹ if thou nod'fl thou fill'fl, and falling lall'ft for ever.

			Mark,

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		3 o Emhlems] Book l\ 3 Mark, 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: The wound is polling, O be wife, beware. What, has the voice of danger loft the art To raife the fpirit of negledted care ? W�U, fleep thy fill, and take thy foft repofes ; But know withal, fweet tails have four clofes ; And .he repents in thorns, that fleeps in beds of rofes. 4 * Yer, fluggard, wake, and gull thy foul no more With eaith's falfe pleafure, and the world's delight, Whofe fruit is fair,.and pleafing to the fight, But four in talie, falie as the putiid core : Thy flaring glafs is gems at her half light; She makes thee teeming rich, but truly poor : She boa�s a keMiel and bellows a fhell ; Performs an inch of her fair-promis'd ell : Her words proteft a hsav'n ; her works produce an hell. 5 O thou the fountain of whofe better part, Is earth'd and gravel'd up with vain defire : That daily' wallow'ft in the fkfhly mire And bafe pollution of a luftful heart, That feel'll no palfion, but in wanton fire, And own'lt no tcraent but in Cupid's dart ; Behold thy type : Thou flu'ft upon this ball Of earth, fecure, while death that flings at all, Stands arm'd to ltrike thee down, where flames attend fthy fall. ]

			S, BERN-

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	Book i. EmMews. %*

			s. BERN.

Security is no where ; neither in heaven, yior in paradife, touch kfs in the world : In heaven the Angels fell from the divine Prtfnce ; in paradife, Adam fell from his place of thafure -in the world, jucias fell from the School of our Saviour. HUGO. j j ^eat fecure, I drink fecure, I fleep fecure, even as though J^)adpasl the day of death, avoided the day of judgment,and ycaped the torments of Htll fi; e : I flay and laugh, as,though ^Kere already triumphing in the Kingdom of Htsven.

		_G EPIG. 7- j,_f^et Up, my foul ; redeem thy flavilh eyes Th^c ^drowzy bondage : O beware �, be wife : Life V^S ^before ^thee » ^thou ^mult ^fi&^ht ^or ^fiy «es naoft open in a clofed eye.

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	LUKE 6, 25. ^off Ie to you that Uugh now, for ye /hall mourn and weep. \|HE world's a popular difeafe, that reigns r>A Within the f'roward heart and i'rantick brains j/ poor diftemper'd mortals, oft ariftng �'Pm ill digeition, through th unequal poifing j* ill-weigh'd elements, whofe light diredte Q^a"'gnant hurr.ours to malign effeds: jfle raves and labours with a boiling liver; _A^Bids hair by handfuls, curfing Cupid's quiver : Yⁿother with a bloody flux of oaths q°Ws deep revenge : one doats: the other loaths: Y^ne frisks and fings, and cries a flagon more ° drench dry cares, and make the Welkin roar : pother droops: the Sun-fhine makes him fad 5 Q^ev'n cannot pleafe: one's mop'd ; the other's mad : j^'ie hugs his gold ; another lets it fly : _^e knowing not for whom ; nor t'other why. . ^ne fpends his day in plots, his night in play ; pother flceps and flugs both night and day : j"e laughs at this thing ; t'other ciie for that: v* neither one nor t'other knows for what. a °ⁿder of wonders ! What we ought t'evite »-j^S. ^our difeafe, we hug as our delight : \u *? ^a fymptom of approaching danger, a '^en unacquainted fenfe becomes a ftranger, Bui ^rt^kes ^no knowledge of an old difeafe j ^r when a noifom grief begins to pleafe The

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		34 Emhlems. Book l« The unrefifting fenfe, it is a fear That death has puly'd, and compounded there : As when the dreadful Thund'rei's awful hand Pours fourth a vial on the infefted land, At full th'affrighted mortals quake and fear j And ev'ry noil'e is thought the Thunderer: But when the frequent foul-departing bell Ha? pav'd their ears with her familiar knell, It is reputed but a nine-days wonder, They neither fear the Thund'rer nor his Thunder. So when the world (a worfe difeafe) began To fmart for fin, poor new-created man Could feek for ihelter, arid his gen'rous Son Knew by his wages what his hands had done : But bold-fac'd mortals in our blufhlsfs times Can firig and fmile, and make a fport of crimes, Tranfgrefs of cuftom, and rebel in eafe, We falfe joy'd fools can triumph in difeafe, And (as the carelefs Pilgrim, being bit By the Tarantula, begins a fit Of life-concluding laughter J wafte our breath In lavifli ples^re, tiJJ we laugh to death,.

			HUGO

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			"Ook i. Emhlems. j f HUGO de anima. What profit is there in vainglory, momentary ninth, the ^Drill's power., the fiefi's pleafure, full riches, noble defcent_t^a,[d great defires ? Where is their laughter ? whet e is their "brtb? Where their infolence ? their arrogance ? Fromhow 'fitch joy to how much fadnefs} After how much mirth, how "^ltch ntifery ! From how great glory ate they fallen, to how &f^eat torments ! What hath fallen to them, may befall thee, ^ecaufe thou art a man : Thou art of earth ^ thou livejl of ^eath ! thoufialt return to earth. Death expelleth thee every tohere � Se wife therefore, and exjieil death every where,*

		E P I G. 8. j� hat ails the fool to laugh ? Does fomething pleafe \|*^ls vain conceit ? Or is't a meer difeafe ? 5f?°'> giggle on, and wafte thy wanton breathy ^hv morning laughter breeds an ev'niiig death.

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"fi�k i. Emblems. 37 IX. ^ 1 JOHN 2. 17.- Tke world pajjeth away_y and all the lu(ls thereof. 1 DRaw near.brave Sparks,whofe fpiiits fcom to light Your hollow'd tapers, but at honour's flame j ⁰u, whofe heroick aftions take delight To varnifb over a new painted name 5 ^hofe high-bred thoughts difdain to take their flight, Butbn th' Icarian wings of babbling fame j .Behold how tott'ring are'your high-built flories (ries. ^uf eatthjwhereon you tiufl the ground-work of your glo- z ■^"d you, more brain-fick Lovers, that can prize
		A wanton fmile before eternal joys
		A wanton fmile before eternal joys

	ⁿat know no heaven but in your Miftiefs' eyes ; ^, �hat feel no pleafure, but what fenfe enjoys : hatcan, like crown diilempei'd fools, delpife True riches, and like babies whine for toys .� _ Think ye the Pageants of your hopes are able Ao�and Jicure on earth, when earth it felf's unliable f V ^? '-ome, dunghil Worldlings, you that root like fwine, ^And ca� up golden trenches where ye come : ^whofe only pleafure is to undermine, And view the fecrets of your mother's womb : °nrie bring your Saint pouch'd iri his leathern fhrine, And fummon all your griping Angels home ; behold your world, the bank of all your ftore ^ne ^WorW ye f₀ admire, the world ye fo adore.

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	3 8 Emblems. Book I.

4 A feeble world; whofe hot-mouth'd pleafures tire Before the race ; before the iiarr, retreat ; A faithlefs world, whofe faife delights expire Before the term of half their pio.nis'd date : A fickle world, not worrh the leait defire, "Where ev'ry chance proclaims a change of flate : A feeble, faithlefs, fickle world, wherein Each motion proves a vice; and ev'ry act a lin. S The beauty, that of late was in her flowV; Is now a ruin, not to raife a luft : He that was lately drench'd in Da-nag's fnow'r, Is mailer now of neither good nor truit; Whofe honour late was mann'd with princely pow'r, His glory now lies buried in the duft ; O who would truft this world, or prize what's in if, That gives and takes, and chops and changes ev'ry mi- fnute. 6 Nor length of days, nor folid frrength of brain, Can find a place wherein to reit fecure .- The world is various, and the earth is vain. There's nothing certain here, there's nothing fure': We trudge, we travel, but from pain to pain, And what's our only grief's our only cure : The world's a torment ; he that would endeavour To find the way to relt, mull feek the way to.leave hef»

		S. GREG.

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		Book i, Emhlem'. §� S. GREG, in hom. Behold the world is withered in it f elf, yet flour ifie th in °u>' hearts, every where death, every where gi jef, every where "efolation : On every fide we are [mitten ; on every fide filled. ^ih bit terne fs, and yet with the lliiid mind of carnal de- ij} e, we love her hitternefs : It fiieth and we follow it ; it T�lleth, yet we flick to it : And becaufe we cannot enjoy it falling _t we fall with it, and enjoy it fallen.

			\_t �PIG. 9. fortune fail, or envious time but fpurri, \* world turns round, and with the world we turn: l-jj^n fortune fees, and Lynx-ey'd time is blind, ^truft thy joys, O world, till then, the wind, G

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"ook i. Emhlems. 41 X. JOHNS. 44." e are of your father the devil, and the lufls of your father ye will do. HEre's your right ground: wag gently o'er this black: 'Tis a fliort call ; y'are quickly at the jack. ^<Jb, rub an inch or two ; two crowns to one On this bowl's fide ; blow wind, 'tis fairly thrown : ■The next bowl's worfe that comes; come bowl away : Mammon,* you know the ground, untutor'd play : our lait was gone, a yard of ftrength well ipar'd, _ft Had touch'd the block; your hand is ftill too hard. <"ave paflime, readers, to confume that day, ' Which without paflime flies too fwift away ! ^�ee how they labour ; as if cay and night ^ Were both too fbort to ferve their loofe delight: "^ee how their curved bodies wreath, and skrew Such antiek fhapes as Protein never knew : � fle raps an oath, another deals a curie ; , -He never better bowl'd ; this never worfe ! ⁿ« rubs his itchlefs elbow, fhrugs and laughs, * The other bends his beetle brows, and chafes ; betimes they hoop, (ometimes their Stygian cries v.Send their black Santo's 10 the blufning skies: ''Us miirgling jhuinours in a mad confufion, j. They make .bid preinifes, and worf^coucluiion : «t Where's a palm that fortune's hand allows � To blik the vidor't honourable brows ? °i"e, leader, come ; I'll light thine eye the way To view the prize, the while the gameUers play:

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		^r₄<2 Emblems. Book I. Clofe by the jack, behold, gill fortune fiands To wave the game ; fee in her partial hands The glorious garland's held in open ftow, _> Tochear the lads, and crown the conqu ror s brow. The world's the jack ; the gamefters that contend, Are Cupid, Mammon: that judicious fiend, That gives the ground, is Satan : and the bowis Are finful thoughts ; the p.ize, a crown tor fools. "Who breaths that bowls not? What bold tongue can lay Without a bluft, he has not bowl'd today . It is the trade of man, and ev'ry finner Has play'd his rubbers: every foul's a winner. The vulgar proverb's croft, he hardly can Be a good bowler and an honed man. Good God 1 turn thou my Brazil thoughts anew ; Mew-f�le my bowls, and make their byals true. I'll ceafe to game, till fairer ground begiv'n^ JSor wife to win, until the mark be.heav n.

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S. BERNARD-, lib. de con fid

0 you fans of Adam, 70a covetous generations, what have
ye to do with earthly riches, which are neither true, nor
yours ? Gold and Silver are real earth, red and white, which
the only error of man mains, or rather reputes, precious : In
Jliort, if they le yours, cany them with you,

S. HI E R O N. in �p.

.QLusl, thou infernal fire, vhofe fewel is gluttony; whofe
jfine is p ide : wbofe fpai Ides are wanton words 5 whofe [mokt
^u infamy j whofe afeesare undeannefs j whofe end uhell.

E P I G. 10,

Mammon well foll^e°th touchers

Cupid bravely led;
equal fortune makes a dead :

~ 01 reed can meafure where the conqueft lies ;
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		Book i. Emllemu 4$ XT. EPHES. a. 2. �jvalke dace or dingt o thecourfe of this world, according to the prince of the air 1 D Whither will this mad- braio world at Jaft Be driv'n ? Where will her reftlefs wheels arrive?'. ^why hurries on her ill-rratch'd pair fo fa A f* .O whither means her furious groom to drive ? "hat, will her rambling fits be never pail i ■for ever ranging ? Never once retrieve ? W ill earth's perpetual progrefs ne'er expire i ■' Her team continuing in their frtih career: ^ftnd yet they never reft, and yet they uever tire. 2 *W's hot-mouth'd fleeds, whofe noflrils vomit flame,- .And brazen lungs belch forth quotidian fire, ■Mieir twelye_hours task perform'd grow ftiff and lame, And their immortal fpirits faint and tire : - ^ftt th'azure mountains foot their labours claim The privilege of reft, where they retire To quench their burning fetlocks, and go fleep Their flaming noftrils in the weflern deep, ^ftnd r'refh their tired fouls with flrength-reftoring fleep, b 5 ut thefe prodigious hackneys, bafely got � 'Twixt men and devils, made for race or flight, wn drag the idle world, expecting not v The bed of reft, but travel with delight �, «ho never weighing way nor weather, trot C 4 Through

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		4$ Emllems. Book r. Through duft and din, and droil both night and day ; Thus droil thefe fiends incarnate, whofe free pains Are fed with dropfies and venera! blains. INo need to ufe the whip ; but flrength. to rule the reins. 4 Poor captive world ! How has thy lightnefs giv'n A juit occafion to thy foes iliufion ? O, how art then betray'u thus fairly driv'n In leeming triumph to thy own coufufion ? is thy empty univerfe bereav'n Of all true joys, by one falfe joy's delufion ? So I have (een an unblown virgin fed With fugar'd words fo full, that flie is led A fair attended bride to a falfe bankrupt's bed. � S Full gracious Lord ! Let not thine arm forfake The world impounded in her own devices : Think �f that pleafure that thou once did'ft take Amongft the lilies and fweet beds of fpices. Hale flrongly, thou whofe hand haspow'r to flack The fwift-foot fury often thoufand vices : Let not thy dull-devouring dragon boafr, His craft has won what Judo's lion loft;' Rercember what is crav'd ; recount the price it coft»

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		Book J. Emhknts. 47 ISID O R. lib. t. De fummo bono. By how much the nearer Satan perceiveth the world to an nd, by fo much the more fiercely he troubleth it with perse- cution ; that knowing himfelf is to he damned, he may get company in his damnation. CYPRIAN, in Ep. Broad and fpacioui is the road to infernal life* ; there are enticements and death-bringing pleafures. There the devil fiattereth that he may deceive; fmileth that he may enda- mage-^ allure th that he may dejlroy.

			E PIG. 11; ^y, foft and fair, good world ; poll not too fart j j.hy journies end requires not half this haft. . j'lefs that arm thou fo difdain'lr, reprives thee, ^*as! thou needs mult go, the devil drives ihe;, C $

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		Book f, *Erd�emi.* 49 XII ISAIAH 66.1x1 *Te may* fuck, hut not he fatisfied with the hreajl of her convolution. 1 V^Har, never fill'd ? Be thy lips skrew'd fo fart (thee; To th'earth's full breaft ? for ihame,for (hame nnfeize �'�hou tak'ft a furfeit where thou ihou'd but tail, Arid mak'ft too much not half enough to pleafe thee. ■j. Ah, fool, forbear ; thoii iwalloweft at one breath "othfood and poiibn down; thou dra w'� bothmi�kand (death - Tl ^z ■ⁿs ub'rous breails, when fairly drawn, repair, t, he thriving infant with their milky flood, ^ut being overilrain'd, return at lait Unwhollbm gulps eoir.pos'd of wind and blood, , A mod'rate ule does both repaft and pleafe ; ^who flrains beyond a mean,, drawsin and gulps difeafe.--■■ ^uj O that mean, whofe good the lead abufe ~ Makes bad, is too too hard to be directed : ^aJJ thorns bring grapes, or crabs a pleaiing juice ? here's nothing wholfom, where rise whole's infecled. -j. Unfeize t!;y lips: earth's milk's a ripen'd core, ^t drops from her difeafe, that matters from her lore, ��;-,,, 4 /ⁿ . . ^^lou ^l^^at paunch, that burlies out thy coat, j., ^s inviviug fat ; or fleih, that feems fo brawny f .y paunch is dropfied and thy cl��eks are bloat ; ^A«y lips are white, and thy complexion tawny: Thy

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			§6 Emllems. Book J. Thy skin's a bladder blown with watry tumours; Thy flefti a trembling bog, a quagmire full or humours. S And thou, whofe thrivelefs hands are ever (training Earth's fluent breafls into an empty fieve, That always hafl, yet always art complaining, And whin'it for more than earth has pow'r to give ; Whofe neafure flows and flees away as fafl ; That ever haft, and hauVyet hall not what thou haft. 6 Gochufe a fubflance, fool, that will remain Within the limits of thy leaking meafure ; Or ejfe go feek an urn that will retain The liquid body of thy flipp'ry treafure : Alas! how poorly ate thy labours crown'd ? Thy liquor's never fweet, nor yet thy veffel found. 7 What lefs than fool is man to prog and plot, And lavifh out the cream of all his care, To gain pooi feeming goods \ which being got, Make firm poffeffion but a thorow-fare ; Or, if they hay, they furrow thoughts the deeper j And being kept with care, they lofe their careful keepe"



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		Book i^ Emhlems. 51 S. GREG. hom. 3. fecund, parte Ezech. If we give more to the Jl e/b than we ought, ree nourijb an enemy j if if e give not to her necejjity what we ought, we de- fl^r°y a citizen : the fiefi� to he fatufied fo Jar as Juffices to °vr good 1 whofoever allorveth fo much to her as to make her P'oud, knoweih not how to he fatufied : to he fathjUd is a �^reat art ; left hy the fatiety of the fiefb we break forth into the iniquity of her folly. HUGO de anima. The heart is a f mall thing, hut defireth great matters. It ^u not fufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world is not efficient for it.

			E P I G, 12. \Vhat makes thee, fool, fo fat ? fool, thee fo bare ? Ye fuck the felf-fame milk, the felf-fame ait : ^omean betwixt all paunch, and skin and bone ? �he mean's a virtue, and the world has one.

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		Book I. Emhlemsl 53 XIIL JOHN 3. 19: Men love darknefs rather than light₃ lecaufe their deeds are evil.

			LORD, when we leave the world and come to thee, How dull, how Hug are we ! ■How backward .' How prepoii'rous is the motion Of cur ungain devotion ! Our thoughts are milftones, and our fouls are lead, And our defires are dead : Our vows are fairly premis'd, faintly paid ; Or broken, or not made : Our better work (if any good) attends Upon our private ends: In whofe performance one poor worldly feoff Foils us, or beats us off. If thy fliarp fcourge find out fome fecret fault, We gEumtle or revolt; And if thy gentle hand forbear, we ftray. Or idly lofe the way. Is the road fair ? we loyter; clogg'd with mire ? We flick or elfe retire : A lamb appears a lion ; and we fear, Each bulh we fee's a bear. "When our dull fouls duettour thoughts to thee, As flow as fnails are we : But at the earth we dart our wing'd defire; . We bum, we burn li&e fire, Like as the am'rous needle joys to bend To hei magnetic!? friend : Or

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		�4 Emtlemi. Book t« Or as the greedy lover's eyeballs fly At his fair miflrefs' eye : So, fo we cling to earth ; we fly and puff, Yet fly not raft enough. If pleafure beckon with her balmy hand, Her beck's a firong command : If honour calls us with a courtly breath, An hour's delay is death: If profit's golden-finger'd charm enveigles, We clip more'fwift than eagles t Let Aujler weep, or bluff ring Boreas roar Till eyes or lungs be fore : Let Neptune fwell until his dropfy fides Buril into broken tides : Nor threat'ning rocks, nor winds, ncr waves, nor fire, Can curb our fierce defire ; Nor fire, nor rocks, can flop our furious minds, Nor waves, nor winds ; How faft and fearlefs do our footfteps flee ! The light-foot roe-buck's not fo fwift as we.

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			Book r. Emhlems] 55 S. A U G U S T. fup. Pfa!. 64. Two feveral lovers linlt two feveral cities ; tie love of GW luildah a Jerufalem ; the love of the world hiildeth a Babylon ; Let every one enquiie of bimfelfwhat he loveth, ^a»d befiall refolve bimfelf of whence he u a citizen. S. AUGUST, lib. 3. Confeff. All things are driven by their own weight, and tend to 'their own centre ; my weight is. my love -_y by that lamdri- *■ whitherfoever I am driven.* : Ibidem. ;.'■>.'� . teti, he loveth the the lefs, that hiith any thing mil) wt_t whitk k hvith not for thte.

		_r EPIG. U. 2°^ri, fcourgemy afs, if flie fhould make nohafle, j.^,!d cut b my flag, if (he fhould fly too fait : » »e be over-fwjft, or fhe prove idle, ^te love lend him a fpur; fear, her a bridle.

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		Book, i.' Emhlems.. 57 XIV. PSALM 13. 3. Lighten mine eyes, 0 Lord, left I Jleep the Jleep oj death. WHI't ne'er be morning ? Will that promis'd light Ne'er break, and clear thofe clouds of night i Sweer Vhofphor, bring the day, Whofe conqu'ring ray May chafe thefe fogs 5 fweet Pbofphor, bring the day. How long ! How long Shall thefe benighted eyes Languifh in fnades, like feeble flies -xpefting fpring ? How long fhall datknefs foil The face of earth, and thus beguile Our fouls of fprightful aftion ? When, when will day Begin to dawn, whofe new-born ray May gild the weather-cocks of our devotion, And give our unfoul'd fouls new motion � Sweet Pboffhor,* bring the day j ^ Thy light will fray Thefe horrid mills; {weeiPJjofphor, bring the day. Let thofe have night that flily love t'immure _T Their cloifter'd crime?, and fin fecure ; ■-^et thofe have night that blufli to let men know j. The bafenefs they ne'er blufh to do ; -et thofe have night that love to have a nap, ^ And loll in ignorance's lap ; *-^et thofe whofe eyes, like owls, abhor the light, Let thofe have night that love the night :

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		5'8 Emlkms. Book 1* . Sweet Pliofilm bring the day ; How fad delay Afflicts dull hopes ? Sweet Thofplm bring the day. Alas! my light in vain expecting eyes- Can find no objefts, but what rife From this poor mortal blaze, a dying fpark Of Vulcan's forge, whole flames are daik, A dang'rous, dull blue-burning light, As melancholy as the night: Here's all the funs that giiiter in the fphere Oi earth : Ah me ! what comfort's here I Sweet 1'hoffhor bring the day ; Hafte, hafte away Heav'n's lait'rjng lamp j, fweet Phofplor., bring the day» Blow, Ignorance : O thou, whofe idle knee Rocks earth into a lethargy, And with thy fo�ty fingers has benight _ The world's fair cheeks, blow, blow thy fpight j. Since thou haft puft our greater taper; do Puff on, and out the leffer too : If e'er that breath-exiled flame return, Thou haft not blown, as it will bum : Sweet Pbofpbor, bring the day : Light will repay The wioogs of night j fweet Fhoffior, bring the day.

			S. AUG VST*

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	Book i. Emblems,- ^ S. AUGUST, in Joh. Ser. rp. God is all to thee : If thou he hungry, he is head ■ if !fⁿfly, he is water ; if darknefs, he is light; if naked] he ** a robe of immortality. A L A N U S de conq. nat. God is a light that is never darkened ; an unwearied lik "at cannot die; a fountain always flowing ; a gar den of life x ^aJe»nnaryofwifdom j a radical beginning of allgoodnefs.

		E PIG. *4.
		E PIG. *4.
Sty foul, if ignorance puff out this light, .^e'll do a favour that intends a 1'pight : e feems dark abroad ; but take this light awafo ^lhv windows will difcover bieak-a-day*

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		Emhlems. XV.
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	XV. &EV. 12. 12. The devil is come unto you₉ having great wrath, hecaufe he knoiveth that he hath hut a (hort time. i LORD, can't! thou fee and fuffar ? Is thy hand Still bound to thpeace ? Shall earth's black Mo- ^A full polTcffion of thy wafted land ? fnarch take O, will thy flumb'ring vengeance never wake, Till full ag'd law-refilling cuftom Ihake The Pillars of thy right by falfe command ? Unlock thy clouds, great thun'drer, and come down; Behold thole temples were thy facred crown ; ^■edrefs, redrefs our wrongs; revenge, revenge tby own. 2. See bow the bold ufurper mounts the feat p Of royal majeily ; how overthrowing "erils with pleafure, pointing ev'ry threat . With bug bear death, by torments over-awing ^ Thy frighted lubjeds; or by favours drawing heir tempted heaits to his unjuft retreat ; Lord, can'ft thou be fomiki, and be fo bold? _T Or can thy flocks be thriving, when the fold ^is gavern'd by the fox.' Lord, can'fl thou tee and hold ?

		"it fwift-wing'd advocate, that did commence Our welcome i'uits before the King of Kings, That*

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		6l Emblems- Book 1* That fweet ambai�ad�r, that hurries hence What airs th' harmonious foul or fighs or fings See how ihe flutters with her idle wings ; Her wings are dipt, and eyes put out by fenle; Senfe corcqu'ring faith is now grown blind and cold^ And bafely craven'd_? that in times of old Did conquer heav n it fel f, do what th'Almighty could. 4 Behold how double fraud does fcourge and tear Ajlr&a's wounded fides, plough'd up, and rent With knotted cords, whole fury has no ear j See how (he (lands a pris'ner to be fent A flave into eternal banifhmenr, I know not whither, O, I know not where : Her patent muft be canceFd in difgrace ; And fweet-lip'd fraud, with her divided face, Muft aft Jftrxa's part, muft take ARrta's place. J Faith's pinion's dipt! and fair JJlt&x gone ! Quick feeing Faith now blind, and Jujlice fee .' Has Jujlice now found wings.' And has Faith none ? What do we here ? who would not wifh to be Diffolv d from earth, and with Aflr&a flee From this blind dungeon to that fun-bright throne? Lord, is thy fceptre loft, or laid afide i Is hell broke loofe, and all her fiends untied ? Lord,rife,and rouze>& rule, and crufh their furious prid?«

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			PETER RAV.inMatth. ^S/^LTS &»** ofvhk�Lfi, Perpetual en-J,. 7 ' , snifter of the world m/n'l *%�&&&&&&&* '°w«i5 e» Jr -n , ° hatred, nmketh vices faloved* *'«%%&& ^cmtinthn> ****** r^Xi MACAR. ^a' ^glorified. ^fi' ^tm ^WC "V t'itofri with tlofc*
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SECOND BOOK.

ISAIAH so. it.

*'°u that walk in the light of yoar^wn fire ;
and in the f parks that ye have kindkd_i ye
/hall lie down in /orrow.

DO, filly Cupid, fnuffand iriin
Thy faire, thy feeble light,
^'id make her felr'-confuming flames more bright j
Methinksihe burns too dim.
Is this that fprightly fire,

more than 1'acred beams infpire
^ir'2 ravilht hearts of men, and fo inflame defire ?

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I ^es> boy, how thy unthrifty blaze
fci^onfumes^ how fait fhe wains 5
^^e fpends her felf, and her, whole wealth maintains
Her weak, her idle rays.
Cannot thy luftful blaft
v. Which gave it luftre, make it M ? jTo

"at heart can long bepleas'd, where" pleafure fpends

0, ^?

,' wanton, place thy pale fac'd light
L^v'here never-breaking day

' ^!t)ds to vifit mortals, or difplay ,^:

Tx.y tullen ihades of night:

j �hy torch will burn more clear
JJ,ⁿ%ht'« an litand Hemifphere ;

^VBn's fcornful flames and thine can neifer co-%»Jar.'

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	66 Emhkmf. Book 2. 4 Ixi va'iR thy bufie hands addrefs Their labour to difplay Thy eaiie blaze within the verge of day j The greater drowns the lefs 1 If heav'n's bright glory ftune, Thy glirairing I'parks mult needs refign ; Puff out.heav'n's glory then, or heaven will work cut (thine. S Go, Cupid's ramim Pandar, go, "Whole dull, whole low deiire Can find fufficient warmth from nature's fire, Spend borrow'd brearh, and blow, Blow wind made ftrorig with fpight ; "When thou hail puft the greater light Thy leikr fpark unay fhine, and warm the new-triage (night..

Deluded mortals, tell me when Your caring breath has blown Heav'n's tapet out, and you have fpent your own, What fire (hall warm you then ? Ah tools, perpetual night Shall haunt youi iouls with Stygian fright, "Where.they fliall boil in fUmes,but flameslhall bring no (iighf.

		S, A V G U S T'

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		Book 2. EmUehfs. 67 S. AUGUST. Tie fujficiency of my merit is to knew that my mettt is-^Knot fujjiaeni. S. GREG. Mor. ij. By how much the lefs man feeth himfelf, hy fo much the* lefs he difphafeth himfelf; and by how much the more he feeth the light of grace, by fo much the mm e he difdaineth the light of nature. .S. GREG. Mor. Th l\ght of th unJei-Jlanditigf humility kindlsih, end }ndi! emntf),

			EPIG. r. Thou blow'A heav'n's fire, the whilfl thou go'ir, about» Rebellious fool, in vain to blow it our, Thy folly adds confufion to thy death ; Heav'n's fireconfounds,when fann'd with follies breath. V 3

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Emllems.

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		II. E CC LES. ₄. 8. There is na end of all his labour, neither /Js his eye Jatisfed with riches. O How our widen'd arms can over-ilretch Their owndimenfions! How our hands can reach .Beyond their diilance! How our yielding breaft Can fhrink to be more full and full pofTeft Of this inferiourorb ! Kow earth refin'd Can cling to fordid earth ! How kind to kind ! ' * We gape, we grafp, we gripe, add ilore to ftore j Enough requires too much; too much craves more. We charge our fouls fo fore beyond their ftint, That we recoil or burft : the bufie mint Of our laborious thoughts is ever going, And coining new defires ; defires not knowing Where next/to pitch, but like the boundlefs ocean Gain, and gain ground, and grow more ilrcng by motion»- The pale-fac'd Lady of the black ey'd night Firft tips her homed brows with eaiie light, Whofe curious train of fpangled Nymphs attire � Her next night's glory with increafing fire ; Each ev'ningadds more luflre, and adorns The growing beauty of her grafping horns : She fucks and draws her brother's golden ilore, , "Until her glutted orb can fuck no more. , Ev'n fothe vulture of infatiate minds Still wants, and wanting feek?, and feeking finds - New fewe] to encreafe her rav'nous fire, The grave is fooncr cloy'd than mens defire : Wc crofs the Teas, and midit her waves we burn, � Transporting-lives, perchance, that ne'er return ; 1 D 4 We

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		�0 B,mh ferns. Book 2« We fack, we ranfack to the utmoft fands Of Dative Kingdoms, and of foreign lands; We travel fea and foil, we pry, we prowl, We pfogrefs, and we prog Fio.m pole to pole ; W'! i'pend our mjd-day f-.,e.tt, ouj mid-j)ight oil, We die the nigbt in thought, the day in toil : irt feivile, and the rade geinile, (Yet; h ingenious guil»;) To com nd with her empty Store gi ifp one handful more ; Peeking tell, oui labours nevet ceafe, But as our year.', our hot defines increafej "�hus we, pooi little worlds ! with bloo d and fweat In vain attempt to comprehend the g<reat ; in our gain become we gainful k>fers, And What's ericlos'd, enclofes the enclofers. lNc«\ reader, cloi'e thy book, and then advifc 5 Be wifely worldly, be not worldly wile ; Let not thy nobler thoughts be always raking "line world's bafe dunghill ; vermin's took by taking t Take heed thou trull not the deceitful lap Of wanton Dalilah j the world's a trap.

			HUGO

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		Book 2. Emllems. yi HUGO <Je anima. Tell me where he thofe now, that fo lately lov'd and hugg'd the world ? Nothing rcmaineth of them hut duft and worms; ohferve what thofe men were ; what thofe men are t They were like thee ; they did eat, drink, laugh, and led . merry days ; and in amoment Jhpt into hell. Here their flejh is food for wqj/is, there their fouls are ftwel for fire, till they fball he rejoined in an unhappy fellowjhip,and cah in- * - to eternal torments * where they that were once companions in fin, JJ;all be hereafter partners in punifbment.



				■ E P I G. i. I Gripe, Cufid, and gripe �iiJi, until that wind, I That's pent before, fiiid lecrei vent behind : ⁿ And when thou'att done, hark here, I tell thee what, before I'll tru� tby armful, 1M uu(t that, D $

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		Book 2. Emhtems* 7 J HI. JOB it 8. He is cafl into a net by his own feet, and ivalketh upon a [nare. ^l i

	w		Hat ? nets and quiver too ? what need there all Thefe fly devices to betray poor men ?

Die they not fait euough when thoufands fall Befoie thy dart ? what need thefe engines then ? ! .Attend they not, and anfwer to thy call, Like nightly coveys, where thou liil and when ? "What needs a ftratagem where flrength can i'way? Or what needs flrength compel where none gainfay-? Or what needs ftratagem or ftrength,where hearts obey J I Husband thy flights: It is but vain to wail e Honey on thofe that will be catchV. with gall j Thou canit not, ah.! thou eanft not bid lb fait As men obey: Thou art ;r,ore flow to call Than they to come ; thou canil not make fuch hafle - To Arike, as they, being flruck, make hall to fall. Go lave thy nets for that rebellious heart That fcorns thy pow'r, and has obtain'd the alt t'avoid thy flying fhafr, to quench thy firy dau. ? Loft mortal, how is thy deftruclion fure, Between two bawds, and both without lemoife! 1 he

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		74 Bmllems. Book 2. The one's a line, the other is a lure ; This to intice thy foul ; that to enforce : Way-laid by both, how canft thou (land fecure ? That draws ; this wooes thee to the eternal curfe. O charming tyrant, how halt thou befool'd And flav'd poor man, that would not if he could, Avoid thy line, thy lure $ nay, could not if he would, 4 Alas, thy fweet perfidious voice betrays His wanton ears with thy Sirenian baits; Tho' wrap'fi his eyes in milts, then boldly lays Thy Lethal gins before their cryftal gates; Thou lock it up ev'ry fenfe with thy falfe keys, All willing pris'ners to thy clofe deceits: His ear mod nimble, where it deaf fhould be, His eye molt blind, where molt it ought to fee, And when his heart's moil bound, then thinks himfelf (moft free. S Thou grand impoftor, how haft thou obtain'd The wardlhip of the world ? Are all men turn'd Idiots and lunaticks ? Are all retain'd Beneath thy fervile bands ? Is none return'd To his forgotten felf ? Has none regain'd His fenfes ? Are their fenfes all adjourn'd ' What, none difmift thy court ? Will no plump fee Bribe thy falfe fills to make a glad decree, T'unfooi whom thou haft fool'd, and fet thy pnYners (ftee ?

			5. BERN.

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		Book 2. Emblems. j$ S. BERN, in Ser. In this world is much treachery, little truth ; here all things are traps ; here every thing is befet with fnares ; here fouls are endangered, bodies are ajfli&ed j here all things are vanity and vexation of fprit.

			EPIG. ?. Nay, Cupid, pitch thy trammel where thoti pleafe. Thou caiift not fail to take fuch fifh as thefe ? Thy thriving fport will ne'er be fpent: no need To fear, whenev'iy cork's a world, thou'k fpeed.

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		Book 3.
j 6 Emllems. IV.		Book 3.
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		Book 2. Emblems. 77_t IV. HOSEA 13. p "�hey pall he as the chaff that is driven with a whirlwind out of the floor₃ and as the - fmoke out of the chimney, F Lint-hearted Stoicks, you, whofe marble eyes Contemn a wrinkle, and whofe fouls dtfpife - To follow nature's too affected fafhion, Or navel in the regent walk of p;ffion ; "Whofe rigid hearts difdain to ffcrin': at fears, Or play a.t fall and Joule, with fmiles and tears 5 Come burff your foleens with 'laughter to behold A new found vanity, which days of old Ne'er knew : a vanity, that has befet The world, and made more ilaves than Mahomet 1 That has condemn'd us to the fcrvile yoke Of flivery, and made us ilaves to fmoke. But iiay, wi.y tax I thuo our modern times, For new-born follies, .;nd for new-born crimes ? Are we fole guilty, and the fir/1 age free? No, they were fmpk'd and flav'd as well as we : (Ture, What's fwect-lipt hohqm s blaft,biu fmekefWhat's trea- But very fmuke ? And what more fmoke than pleafwe? Alas ! they're all but fbadows, fumes and l~ia�s j That vafcifhes, this fades, the other wailfcs. The iciilefs merchant, he that loves to fteep His brains in wealth, auci liys his loul v.; fieep In.bag» of bullion, fees th' immortal crown, Ana lain wouid mount, but ingots kept him down : He brag? to day, pe chance, and begs to morrow .� He lent but now, wants credit now to burrow ; , Blow

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		7 8 Em&lems. Book. 2." Blow winds, the tfeafure's gone, the merchant's broke - A Have to hiver's but a flave to fmoke. Behold the glory vying child of fame, That from deep wounds fucks fuch an honour'd name That thinks no purchafe worth the ftile of good, But what is fold for fweat, and feal'd with blood ; That for a point', a blalt of empty breath, "undaunted gazes in the face of death ; Whofe dear-bought bubble, fill'd with vain renown, Breaks with a phillip, or a Gen'ral's frowp: His lhoke-got honour daggers with a �roke j A flave to honour is a flave to fmoke. And that fond fool, who waites his idle days In loofe delights and fports about the blaze Of Cupid's, candle ; he that daily fpies Twin babies in his miitrefs" Geimn�s, ■ Whereto his fad devotion does impart The f weet burnt-offering of a bleeding heart: See, how his wings are lindg'd in Cyprian fire, "Whofe flames confume with youth, in age expire : The world's a bubble; all the pleafures in it, Like morning vapours, vanifh in a minute : The vapours vanifh, and the bubble's broke; A flave to pleafure is a flave to fmoke. jNFow, Stoick, ceafe thy laughter, and repaft Tby pickled cheeks with tears, and weep as fait.

			S. HIES.ON,

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		Book % EmhUmu 79 S. HIE RON. That rich man \sgieat.v;ho thivkfth not him:V.f'great, bs- ccufe ha is rich j. the proud man (who is the poor man) bragg eth outwardly, butbeggeth inwardly ; he � blown vp.lut not fall. PETR. RAV. Vexation and avgvijb accompany riches and honour : tie pomp of the world, and the favour of the people, arc but fntoke, and a blaft fuddevly vanijhing j which if they cont' teontf nleafe, commonly brhg repentance j and for a minuts °J �'h t^J kring <w age of J�n o»\

			e pig. ₄; Cupid, thy diet's flrange : It dulls, it rowz«J, It cools, it heats, it binds, and then itloofes: Dull-fprightly, cold-hot fool, if e'er it winds the? Into a loofenel's once, take heed, it binds thee.

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		Book J. Emlkms. 8t V. *PROV. aj. 5. Wilt thou fet thine eyes upon that which is not** ? for riches make themfehes wings; they flie away as an eagle. t FAlfe world, thou ly'fl : thou caiifl not lend The leaf» delight: Jny favours cannot gain a friend, They are fo flight : Thy morning pleafures make an end To pleafe at night : Poor are the wants that thou fupply'ft ; And yet thou vaunt'�, and yet thou vy'ft (ly'ft. iWith heaven jfond eartb,thou boau'ft j falfe world,thou 2 Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales Of endlefs treafure j Thy bounty offers eafy fales Of lalling pleafure ; Thou ask'ft the confcience what ihe ails, A nd fwear'ft to eafe her : There's none can want where thou fupply'ft : There's nonec-m give where thou deny 'ft. Alas! fond world,thou boaft'ft; falfe world, thou ly'fl. ? Vhat well advifed ear regards What earth can fay ? Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted clay ;
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		82 Emblems. Book 2. Thy cunning can but pack the cards, Thou danfl not play : Thy game at weakeli, full thou \y'it ; If f�en, and then revy'd, deny'ft ; Thou art not what thou leem�l; falfe world, thou ly'fh 4 Thy tinfcl bofom feems a mint Of new-coin'd treafure, A paradife, that has no flint, No change, no rrseafure ; A painted cask, but nothing in't, Ncr wealth, nor pleafdre : Vain earth ! that falfly thuseomply'ft With man ; vain man, that thou rely'fl On earth> vain man, thou doatfftjvain earth,thou ly'fh, S What, mean dull fouls,,in tins high meafure To haberdafli In earth's bafe wares, whole greateft trealute, Is drofs and train ; The height of whole inchanting pleafujfi Is but a flafh f Are thefe the goods that thou fupply'fr " "Us mortals with ? Are thefe the high'ft ? Can thefe br\|ng cordial peace.' falfe world, thou ly'ft.

			PET.

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		Book 2. E mi lews. 83 PET. B L E S. The world is deceitful; her end is doubtful ; her tonclu- Jion is horrible 1 her Judge is terrible ! and'her junijbment is intolerable. S. AUGUST, lib. ConfeiT. The vain-glory of this world is a deceitful fweetnefs, f, 'finitlefs labour, a perpetual far, a dangerous honour : Her heginning is without providence, mid her end not without ■repentance.

			E P I G. j. \Votld, thouVt a traytor; thou haft ftamfcrt thy bate Aad cbytssick metal with s<reat Cdfttr's face, And with thy baltard bullion thou haft barter'd �ar wares of price j how juflljr drawn and quarter'd!

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Emllems.

Book

VI.

JOB i?. 3*1.

Let not him that is deceived trufl in vanity^
for vanity fh all he his recompence.

BElieve her pot, her glafs diffufes
Falfe portraitures : thou canit efpie
�iSotrue reflection : fhe abufes
Hermif-inform'd beholder's'eye ;
Her cryftal's falfly it eel'd ; it fcatters
Deceitful beams : believe her not, ihe flatters.

This flaring mirrour reprefents

No right proportion, view or feature :

■Her* very looks are complements ;

They make thee fairer, goodlier, greater:
The skilful gloi's of her reflection

But paints the context of thy coarfe complexion.

Were thy dimenfion but a ftride,
Nay, wert thou ftatur'd but a fpari,

Such as the long-biil'd troops defy'd,
A very fragment of a man !

She'll make thee Mimas, which you will,

The Juve-uzin tyrant, or th' Ionick hill.

Had furfeits, or th' ungracious flar
Conipir'd to make one common place

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		26 Emblem. Book i\ Of all deformities that are Within the volume of thy face, She'd lend the favour lhould out-move Ihe'Troj bane Helen, or the Queen of Love. 5 "Were thy coBium'd efbite as poot As* Laz'rus or affla&ed Job's ': She'll change thy. waist j to teeming fiore^ And turn thy rags to purple robes ; She'll make thy hide- bound flank appear ■As plump as theirs dm feait it all the year. 6 Look off, let not thy opt'eks be Abus'd : thou fe> It not what' thou fhould'it : Thy (elfs the object thou tkould'it fee, But 'tis thy fhadow thou behold'ir. : And fhadow: r\rive the more in ftature, The nearer we approach the light of nature-, 7 Where heavVs bright beams look more diredl, The fhadow fhr.nks as they grow ftronger. But when tbty glance their fair afrjefl, The bold-fac'd ihade grows larger, longer: And when their lamp begins to fall, Th' incieafiog fhadows lengthen moil of all. 8 The foul that feeks the noon of.grace, Shrinks in* but fwellsif g;;ice retreat, As heav'h lifts pj>, or v-ib his iac«, Our fell e(tee.ms grow 'lefs or great. The lesi reateit, and who (hall Appear the g*eatell, are the leafi of all.

			HUGO

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		Book i, Emhlems, Zy HUGO lib.-de anima. In vain he lifteth up the eye of his heart to behold his God, toho is notfrfl rightly advifed to behold bimfelf: Firjl, thou Miift fee the vifible things of thy felf, before thou can/i bs pepared to know the invifible things of God ; for if thou tanft not apprehend the things within thee, thou canft not comprehend the things above thee : the beft looking-glafs, therein to fee thy God, is gerjeftly to fee thy felf.

			E PIG. 6. Be not deceiv'd, great fool : there is no Iofs *n being fr»all; great bulks but iwell with drofs» jHan is heav'u's Matter- piece : it' it appear «lore great, the value's lefs j if lefs, more dear, �

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	Book z. Emblems. 89 VII. DEUTERONOMY 30. 19: $ havefet before thee life and death, Heffing and curfing, therefore choofe life, that thott and thy feed my live.

		THE world's a floor, whofe fwellina heaps retain Th� mingled wages of the ploughman's roil; The world's a heap, whofe yet unwinnow'd-grain Is lodg'd with chaff and Jjurkd in her foil , All things are mixt, the ufeful with tliR vain; The good with bad, the noble with the vile ; The wcrld's an ark., wherein things jure and grofs ' Prefent their lof.-ful gain, and gain;.,! lofs, "Where ev'ry dram of gold contains a pound of Jrofs.

This furnifli'd ark prefects the greedy view With all that earth can give, 01 heav'i; cm add j Here lafting joys ; heregleafuies hourly new, And hourly fading, may be wifii'd and had : All points of honour, counterfeit and true, Salute thy foul, and wea';:.¹. b h good and bid.: Here may'It thou <., -leaned dott Of all thy wiflies, p ective that ftorc Which being empty mo/f, does oveiflow the more.

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			$o Emhlems. Book . Come then, my foul, approach this royal burfe, And lee what wares our great exchange retains 5 Come, come ; here's that ftull make a firm divorce Betwixt thy wants and thee, if want complains ; No need to fit in councilwith thy purfe, Here's nothing good fhall coll more price than pains: But, O my foul, take heed, if thou rely Upon thy faithlefs opticks, thou wilt buy Too blind a bargain: know, fools only trade by th' eye. 4 The worldly wifdomof the foolifh man Is like a lieve, that does alone retain- The groiTer fubflance of the worthlefs bran : But thou, my foul, let thy brave thoughts difdain So courfe a purchafe.; O be thou a fan To purge the chaff and keep the winnow'd grain : Make clean thy thoughts, & drets thy mixt defires: Thou art heav'n's tasker $ and thy God requires, The pureit of thy flow'r, as well as of thy fires. 5 Let grace conduft thee to the paths of peace, And wildom blefs the ioul's uublemi�Yd ways j No natter then, how fhoitor long's the leafe, Whofe date determines thy felf-number'd days: No need to care for wealth's or fame's increafe, Nor Man* hif.palm, nor high Apollo s bays. Lord, if thy gracious bounty pleafe 10 fill The flv/or of my dtfires, and >each me skill Todrefs & cnule the com, take thofe the ch«ff that will- S.AUGUST 4 ¹ >

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			Book 2. EmU�Ms. c>i S.AUGUST, lib. i. de doft. Chrihi. Temporal things more ravifiinthe expectation than in frui- tion : but things eternal more in the f. uition than expectation. Ibidem. The life of man is the middle between angels and beafls ; if man takes pleafure in carnal things, he is compared ta,- bea�ls : but if he delight in fpirituil thing'yJ/e is fuited. with angels.

		E P I G. io. Art thou a child ? Thou wilt not then be fed. But like a child, and with the childrens bread : But thou art fed with chaff, or corn undreft : My foul, thou favour'il too much of the bead.

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		94 Bwllems. Book 2. So, now my bird is white, and looks as fair As Pdops'¹ ihoulder, or a milk whire pair : Here's right the father's fruift ; when Mars beguilM Sick'Venm of her heart, juit thus he fmil'd. Divine Cupid. "Well may they fmile alike ; thy bafe-bred boy And his bafe lite had both one caufe, a toy : How well their fubje&s and their fmiles agiee ? Thy Cup id finds a Toy, ai.d Mars found thee: Falft Queen of beauty, Queen of falfe delights, Thy knee prefents an Emblem, that invites Man to hinifelf, whofe felf tranlported heart ("O'er-whelin'd with native forrows, and the fmart Oi purchas'd grief's) lies whining night and day» jS'ot knowing why, till heavy heel'd delay, The dull-brow'd Pai'dar of defpair, lays by His leaden buskins, and prefents his eye \Vith antiek tiiflis, which the indulgent earth Makes proper objects of man's childifh mirth. Thefe be the coin that pafs, the tweets that pleafe; There's nothing good, there's nothing great but thefe : Thefe be the pipes that bafe^born minds dance after, And turn immod'rate tears to lavifh laughter ;. "Whillt heav'nly raptures pafs without regard ; Their firings are harfb, and their high drains unheard : The ploughman's whiffle, or the trival flute, Find more refpett than great Apollo's lute : "We'jU look to heav'n, and truit to higher joys; J-et fwine love husks, and children whine for toys.

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		Book 2. Emllems] $f S. BERN. Thatis the true and chief joy which is not conceived from the creature, but received from the creator,-which (being once pojfejl thereof J none can take from thee : whereto all pleafure < being compar'dis torment, all joy is grief, [weet things are htter, all glory is bajenefs,and all delegable things are de~_:fpicabte. S. B E R N. 707 in a changeable fubjeS mnfl necejfarily change attlis 0 fubjefa changeth..

			E P I G. 8.- Peace, childifh Cupid, peace : thy finger'd eye «ur cries for what, in time, will make thee cry» *»ut are thy peevifh wranglings thus appeas'd ? Well ruay'A thou cry, that art fo poorly pleas'd. E 5

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		Book a. Emllems. $? ' IX ISAIAH io. 3. ^hat voillyoudo in the day ofyourvifitation>. to whom will ye flie for help � and where' will you leave your glory ? 1 IB this that jolly God, whofe Cyprian* bow" Has (hot fo many flaming darts, And made fo many wounded beauties go Sadly perplex'd with whimp'ring hearts ? Is this that fov'reign Deity that brings The"flaviih world in awe, and flings ("kings ?"' The blund'ring fouls of fwains, and flopsthe hearts of > 2 "hat CircxMi charm, what Hccat&in fpight Has thus abus'd the God ot love ? ^reat Jove was vanquifh'd by his greater might j.^:(And who is flronger-arm'd than Jove ?) Or has our luflful Gcd perform'd a rape, And (Tearing Jrgus' eyes) would Fcape ? The view of jealous earth, in this prodigious fhape,- "^here be thofe rofie cheeks, that lately fcorn'd The malice of injurious fates ? AVi! where's that pearl porc-cullis that adcrn'd ^; Thofe dainty two leav'd ruby gates ? Where be thofe killing eyes tiiat focontroll'l _T _ The world, and locks that did infold ^ike knots cf flaming wire.like cuils of buiniih'd gold ? m¹

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	HUGO. O the extream hathfomenefs ofpjlilylu�, winch -not only effeminates the mind, but enavates the body ; which not only dijiaweth the foul, but difguifeth theperfon ! It is vfierd with fury and wantonnefs; it is accompanied with filthinefs and unckannefs j and it h fallow d with grief and repentance.

		E P I G. o. What ? fweet-fac'd Cupid, has thy baf!ard-treafiire₉Thy boafted honours, and thy bold fac'd pleafure Perplex'd thee now ? I toid thee long ago, To what they'd bring thee, fool, to wit, to woe.

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	i SHe's empty : hark, fhe founds: there's nothing there But noife to fill thy ear ; Thy vain enquiry can at length but find A blaft of murm'ring wind : It is a cask, that feems as full as fair, But meerly tunn'd with air; Fond youth, go build thy hopes on better grounds: The foul that vainly founds Her joys upon this world, but feeds on empty founds. z She's empty: hark, fhe founds: there's nothing in't, The fpark-engend'ring flint Shall fooner melt, and harden" raunce i'hall ruft DilTolve and quench thy thirft, Ere thisfalfe world fhall Hill thy l�ormy breau With firsooth fac'd calms of reft. Thou may'ft as well expect meridian light From fhades of black-mouth'J night, As in this empty world to find a full delight.

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		ie2 Emlletns. Book 2, 3 She's empty : hark, (he founds: 'tis void and vaft j, What if fame flatt'ring blaft Of flatuous honour fhould petchance be there, And whifper in thine ear ? It is but wind, and blows but where it lift, And vani(heth like milt. Poor honour earth can give ! What gen'rous mind Would be fo bafe to bind Her heav'n-bred foul a flave to ferve a blalt of wind i 4; She's empty : hark, (he founds: 'tis but a ball For tools to play withal : " The painted film but of a ftronger bubble, That's lirrd with filken trouble : It is a world, whole work and recreation Is vanity and vexation ; A hag, repair'd with vice complexton'd paint, A quett- houfe of complaint; It.is a faint, a fiend, worfe fiend, when moll a faint. 5 She's empty : hark, (he founds : 'tis vain and void, What's here to be enjoy'd But grief and ficknefs, and large bills of forrow, D.awn now, and crofs'd to morrow? Or what are men, but puffs of dying breath, Reviv'd with living death f* Fond lad, O build thy hopes on furer grounds Than what dull flefh propounds : Trull not this hollow world, (he's empty : hark, (he (founds.

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S. CHRYG. inEp. ad Heb. Contemn riches, and thou Jhalt he rich -^ contemn glory'j and thou Jhalt he glorious :, contemn injuries, and thou [aalt he a conqueror ; contemn rtsl, and thou Jhalt gain refti con? temn earth, and thou Jhalt Jind heaven. HUGO. lib. de vanit. mundi. The world is a vanity which affordeth neither heaitty to the amorous, nor reward to the laborious, nor encouragement, to the indvjltious..

	EPIC. 10. This honfe is to be let for life or years; Her reri is forrow, and her income, tears : Cutid, 't has long flood void ; her bills make known, She mult be dearly let, or let alone.

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MATTE 7.14. Narrow is the way that leadeth unto and few there he that find it. PRepoft'rous fool, thou Itroul'ft amifs \ Thou err'ft; that's not the way, Uis this: Thy hopes, inftrudled by thine eye, Make thee appear more near than I j My floor is not fo fjaj, fo fine, And has more obvious rubs than thine: 'Tis true ; my way is hire and ftrait, And leads me through a thorny gate: "Whole rankling pricks are fharp and fell j. The common way to heav'n's by hell: ³Tis true j thy path is ihort and fair, And free from rubs : Ah ! fool, beware, The fafeft road's not always ev'n ; The way to hell's a feeming heav'n : Think'ft thou the crown of glory's had "With idle eafe, fond Cyprian lad ? Think'ft thou, that minii, and vain delights,. High feed, and fhadow-fhcrt'ning nights, Soft knees, full bags, and beds of down, Are proper prologues to a crown f Or can'lt thou hope to come and view, Like profp'rous Cafarj and fubdue ? The bond flave uferer will trudge, In fpight of gouts will turn a drudge, And terve his foul-condemning purfe, T'increafe it with the widow's curfe :

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		ffo6 Emhlems- Book 2v And ftia'1 the crown of glory fland Not worth the waving of an hand ? The flefnly wanton to obtain His minute-lult, will count it gain To lofe his freedom, his eflate, Upon fo dear, fo fweet a rate ; Shall plsalures thus be priz'd, and rriuft" Heav'n's palm be cheaper than a lull ? The true bred fpark, to hoil'e his name Upon the waxen wings of fame, Will fight undaunted in a flood That's rais'd with brackifh diops and blood. And Ihall the piomis'd crown of life Be thought a toy, not worth a firife ? And eafie good brings eafie gains j But things of price are bought with pains :, The pleating w»y is not the right : H? that would conquer heav'n muft fi&h\t*

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		E P I G, 11. ■O Cupid, if thy'fmothei way were right, � fhould iiuffruu this crovfrn were counterfeit-: The way's not eafie where tire Prize jn �>eat- '� hope no viituesj where 1 Uaeil no l'we<ic»

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		Book 2. Emhlems. 109 XII, GALAT. 6. 14. God for hid that I fhould glory, fave in the crofs. 1' ./"""* A N nothing fettle my uncertain bread, \jr And fix my rambling love? Can my affe&ions find out nothing bell, But ftill and ftill remove ? Has earth no mercy ? will no ark of reft Receive my refilefs dove ? Is there no good, than which there's nothing highVj To blefs my fu:l defire With joys that never change; with joys that ne'er expire? *t ,* I wanted wealth j and at my dear requeft, Earth lent a quick fupply � I wanted mirth to charm my fullen brealt; And who more brisk than I ? I wanted fame to glorifie the reil; My fame flew eagle-high : 'My joy not fully ripe, but all de.cay'd, Wealth vain'ft'd like a ihade ; My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade, 3 The world's an ocean, hurried to and fro With ev'ry blaft of paf��on : Her

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		no Emhlems, Book 2. Her luftful flreai�is, when either ebb or flow, Are tides of man's vexation : They alter daily, and they daily grow The worfeby alteration .' The earth's a cask full tunn'd, yet wanting meafure; Her precious wine isplealure \ Her yeft is honour's puff; her leesare worldly treafure. My truft is in thecrofs: let beauty flag Her loofe, her wanton fail; Let count'nance-guilding honour ceafe to brag Fn courtly terms, and vail; Let ditch-bred wealth henceforth forget to wag Her bafe, though golden, tail; Falfe beauties conqueft 'is but real lots, And wealth but golden drofs -; Beft honour's but a blaft : my trull is in the crols, 5 My truft is in the crofs; there lies my reft: My fait, my fole delight : Let cold-mouth'd Boreas, or the hot mouth'd Eafl, Blow till they bvirit with fpight-5 Let earth and hell confpire their worft, their belt, And join their twilled might; Let fhow'rs of thunder bolts dart down and wound me, And troops of fiends furround me, All this may well confront; all this ihall near confound . (me.

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			E PIG. tz. \ follow'd reft ; reft fled and loon forfook me; i fan from grief ; grief ran and overtook me, What fhall I do ? left I be too much toft ^y'i worldly crciTes, Lord, let me be croft. j? fc

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xiir. PRO V 76. it. As a dog returneth to his vomit', y# 4 �00/ returneth to his folly. DI am wounded ! and my wounds do fmart Beyond my patience or great Chiron's art; 1 yield, I yield the day, the palm is thine ; Thy bow's more true, thy lhaft's more fierce,than mine, Hold, hold, O hold thy conqu'ring hand. What need To fend more darts ? the firlr. has done the deed e Oft have we flruggled, when our equal arms Shot equal (hafts, inflicted equal harms ; &ui tins exceeds, and with her flaming head, . Twy-fork'd with death, has fhuck my conscience "dead, cut mult I die ? ah me ! if that were all, Then, then I'd ffroke my bleeding wounds, and call This dart a cordial, and with joy endure 3 hele harfh ingredients, where my grieFs my cure. >ut fomething whifpers in my dying ear, There is an after^day ; which day I fear. The flender debt to nature's quickly paid. ~'fcharg'd perchance with greater eafe th?: :.'je; j°ut if that pale-fac'd Serjeant make arreft. i^en thoulnnd a<3ions would (whereof tf' ^s more than all this lower world ca ?^eentred, and condemn me to th< ~f Stygian darknefs, bound in *nd grip'd with torture ■ are we] my vain farewi **rewel my rambling d

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		114 Emblems. Book 2. 'Twas you betray'd me firlt, and when ye found My fole advantage, gave my foul the wound : Farewel my bullion gods, whole fov'reign looks So often catch'd me with their golden hooks ; Go feek another Have j ye muft all go ; I cannot ferve my God and bullion too. Farewel falfe honour ; you whufe airy wings Did mount my foul above the thrones of kings j Then-fiatter'd me, took pet, and in difdain, Nipt my green buds ; then kick'd me down again : Farewel my bow ; farewel my Cyprian quiver ; Farewel dear world, farewel dear world for ever. O, but this moll delicious world, how f weet Her pleafures relilh ! ah ! how jump they meet The grafping foul, and with their fprightly fire, Revive and raife, and roufe the wrapt defire! For ever f O, to part fo long I what, never Meet more ? another year, and then for ever: Too quick refolves do refolution wrong 5 What, part fo foon, to be divorc'd fo long ? Things to be done, are long to be debated ; Heav'n's not decay'd. Repentance is not dated.

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		� Books. Emllems. IF f S. AUGUST. Jib.de util. agen. poen. Go up, my foul, into the tribunal of thy conscience; there fet thy guilty felf before thy f elf: hide not thy felftehind thy felf, lest God, hing thee forth before thy felf. S. AUGUST. inSoliloq. In vain is that wafning, where the next fin defileth : he hath ill repented, whofe fins are repeated : that Jlomach is the veorfe for vomiting, that licketh up his vomit. ANSELM. God hath promifed pardon to him that repentetb, lut he hath not promifed repentance to him thatfmntth,.

			E PIG, 13. Brain-wounded Cupid, had this hafly dart, As it has prick'd thy fancy, piere'd thy heart, 'T had been thy friend : O how hath it deceiv'd thee ! «or had this dart but kill'd, this dart had fav'd thee. F J

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	'■"HIS but 9foil at beft, and that's the moft X Your skill can boaft : My flipp'ry footing fail'd me ; and you tript, Jufl as I flipt : My wanton weaknefs did her fel f betray With too much play : * was too bold j he never yet flood lure, That ftands fecure : \Vho. ever trufled to his native flrength, But fell at length ? The title's craz'd, the tenure is not good, That claims by th' evidence of flefti and, blood.

^oaft not thy skill, the righteous man falls oft, Yet fails but fort: There may be dirt to oiire him, but no ftones To cruft his bones : What if he daggers> nay, put the cafe he be Foil'd on his knee? That very knee will bend to heav'n, and woo For mercy too. The true-bred Gamefler ups a f reft, and then Falls to't agen ; whereas the leaden-hearted coward lies, And yields his conquer'd life, or craven'd dies. F 4 Boaft

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		Ii8 Emhlems. Book 3. 3 Boaft not thy conqueft ; thou that ev'ry hour FallYl ten times low'r ; 2*ay, haft not pow'r to rife, if not, in cafe, To fall more bafe : Thou wallow'ft where I flip ; and thou doft tumble Where I but flumble : Thou glory'ft in thy flav'ries dirty badges, And fall'ii for wages : Sour grief and fad repentance fcours and clears My flains with tears : Thy failing keeps thy falling fiill in ure j liut when I flip, 1 itand the more fecure. 4 Lord, what a nothing is this little fpan, We call a Man ! What fenny trafh maintains the fmoth'ring fires Of his defires \ How flight and fhort are his refolves at longeft! How weak at tfrongeft 5 �, if a finner held by that fart hand, Can hardly (land, Good God ! in what a defp'rate cafe are they, That have no �ay ? Man's ftate implies a necefiary curfe 5 (Vorfe. When not himlelf, he's mad ; when mofl: himfelf, he's

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		Book 7. Emhlems. it$> S. AM BR OS. in Ser. ad vin:ula. Peter Hood more firmly after he had lamented his fall than before he fell �, infomuch that he found more grace than - he loft grace. ■ S. C H R Y S. in Ep. ad Heliod. monich. It is no fuch hainous matter to fall afflii�ed, as being doven to He dejefted. It is no davger for a fouldier to receive a found in battle, but after the wound received, through de- Jpair of recovery to refufe a remedy ; for we often fee wound- ^ed champions wear the palm at I aft ; and after fight, crown'd- fithviSory,

			E P I G. J4- �riumph not, Cupid, his mifchaiice doth fhow Thy trade j doth once, what thou doft always do: gragnot too loon ; nas thy prevailing hand o� d him �* ah fooJ, th' hah taught him how toftand* i' 5

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XV. JER. 32. 40. / will put fear in their hearts that they fhaU not depart from trie. SO, now the foul's fublim'd ; Iter four defires Are recalcin'd in heav'n's well teniper'd fires s ' The heart reftor'd and purg'd from droffy nature, ^■ow finds the freedom of a new-born creatine : it lives another life, it breaths new breath ; Jt neither fears nor feels the iting of death : Like as the idle vagrant (""having nonej That boldly 'doptseach houfe he views, his own j «lakes ev'ry purfe his chequer ; and at pleafure, Walks fortn and taxes all the world like C&Jar j At length by virtue of a juft command, ^s fides are Jent to a Severer hand ; "Whereon his pafs, not fully underilood, J taxed in a frabnfcript of blood 5 Thus paft from town to town ; until he corns* A. fore repentant to his native home r ~v'n lo the rambling heart, i^at idly roves �'o.Ti crimes to fin, and uncontroul'd removes J'oui lull to luft, when wanton flefh invites roirTold worn pleaiufSsto new choice deliglvs, At length corrected bv the filial rod Jf his offended, but his gracious God, And lalh'd from fins to nghs; and by degrees,. jo;ri i'ighs to vows, from vows to bended knees j jvO'Yi bended knees to a true penfive bread j ^fo.ii thence to torments not by tongue expiefl: j.

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		122 Emllewis. Book 2. Returns; and (from his fintul felfexil'd) Finds a glad father, he a welcome child : O then it lives ; O then it lives involv'd In fecret raptures ; pants to be difibiv'd : The royal off-fpring of a i'econd birth, Sets ope to heav'n, and ihuts the door to earth : If love- fick Jove commanded clouds fhould hap To rain iuch fhow'rs as quicken'd Danae's lap: Or dogs (Tar kinder than their purple mailer) Should lick his fores, he laughs, nor weeps the fafl�r. If earth (heav'n's rival) dait her idle ray ; To heav'n, 'tis wax, and to the woild, 'tis clay : If earth prefent delights, it fcorns to draw, But like the jet unrub'd, difdains that ftraw. No hope deceives it, and no doubt divides it j No grief dillurbs it, and no error guides it ; No good contemns it, and no virtue blames it \ No guilt condemns it, and no folly fbames it j No floth befots it, and no lull enthralls it; No fcorn afflicts it, and no paffion galls it : It is a carK'net of immortal life ; An ark of peace ; the lills of facred flrife j A purer piece of eiidlefs tranfitory ; A lhrine of grace, a little throne of glory : A heav'n born off-fpring of a new-born birth ; An earthly heav'n ; an ounce of heav'nly earth.

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		Book 2. Em I lews. 113 S. A U G IJ S T. de Spir. & Anima. 0 happy heart, where piety affetleth, where humility pub- jeBetb, where repentance correSeth,wbere obedience dheffeth, tebere perfeverance perfetteth, where power proteSetb, where devotion projeftetb, where chcyity conneSetb, S. GREG. Which way foever the heart turneth it [elf {if carefully) it /hall commonly ofrferve, that in thofe very things we lofe God, in thofe very things we fball find God : it jhall find tbs ^heat of his power in confider ation of thofe things., in the love of which things he was moft cold; and by what things it fell perverted, by thofe things it is raifed converted.

			E PIG. I J." My heart! but wherefore do I call thee fo ? 1 have reuoune'd my int'reil long ago : "When thou weit falfe and ficfhly, I was thine ; Mine wen thou never, till thou wen not mine.

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T HE THIRD BOOK. The Entertainment.

	ALL you whofe better thoughts are newly bom_rAnd frebaptiz'd with holy firej can fcorn The world's bafe traib, whofe Decks difdain to bear Th' imperious yoke of Satan ; whofe chart ear No wanton fongs of Sirens can furprize "With falfe delight; whofe more than eagle-eyes Can view the glorious flames of gold, and gaze On glitt'ring beams of honour, and not daze j Whofe fouls can fpurn atpleafure, and deny The loofe fuggeiiioiis of the fl'efli, draw nigh e And you whofe ain'rous, whofe felict defnes "Would feel the warmth of thofe tranfcendent fires,, "Which (like the riling fun) put out the light Of Venvs flar, and 'turn her day to night ; You that would love, and have your paffions crown'd With greater happinefs than can be found In your own wiib.es;. you that would affect Where neither fcorn, nor guile, nor difrefpedl Shall wound your toitur'd fouls ; that would enjoy. Where neither want can pinch, nor fulnefs cloy, Kor double doubt afflict;,, nor baler fear XJnflames your courage in purlin r, draw near,. Shake hands with earth, and let your foul refpecl Her joys no further, than her joys reflect Upon her maker's glory ; if thou fwirn in wealth,, fee him in all j fee all in him : SSnk'ft:

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		is6 Em Hems. Book 3« Sink'ft thou in want, and is thy (mail crufe fpent ? See him in want : enjoy him in content : Conceiv ft himlodg'd in crofs, or loft in pain/ In pray'r and patience find him out again ; Make heav'n thy Miitrefs, Jet no change remove Thy loyal heart, be fond, be fick of lc;ve : What, if he flop hi* ear, or knit his brow 1 At length he'll be as fond, as fick as thou: Dart up thy foul in groans : thy fecret groan Shall pierce his ear, fhall pierce hi? ear alone : Dart up thy foul in vows: thy facred vow Shall find lum out, where heav'n alone fhall know : Dart up thy foul in fighs: thy whifp'iing figh Shall roufe his ears, and fear no lift'ner nigh : Send up thv groans, thy fighs, thy clolet-vow ; fthou. There's none, there's none fhall know but heav'n and Groans fieih'd with vows,and vows made fait with tears,. Unfcale his eyes, and fcale his comjuer'd ears : Shoot up the bofoin fhafts of thy deiire, f'eathsi'd with faith, and double iork'd with fire; And they will hit: fear not, where heav'n bids comej Heav'u's never deaf, but when man's heart is dumb.

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	Book 3. Emllems. 129

I. ISAIAH 26. 6. My foul hath defiredthee in the night. GOod God ? what horrid darknefs doth furround My groping foul! how are my fenfes bound �In utter {hades, and muffled from the light, (Lurk in the bofom of eternal night ! The bold-fac'd lamp of heav'n can fet and rife j And with his morning glory fill,the eyes Of gazing mortals ; his victorious ray Can chafe the fhadows and reflore the day : Night's bafhful emprefs, though fhe often wain, As oft repeats her darknefs, primes again j And with her circling horns doth re-embrace Her brother's wealth, and orbs her iilver face. But ah ! my fun, deep fwallow'd in his fall, Is fet, and cannot ihine, nor rife at all : My bankrupt wain can beg nor borrow, light; Alas! my darknefs is perpetual night, tails have their rifings, wainings have their primes, And defp'rate forrows wait their better times : Ebbs have their floods, and autumns have their fprings : All �ates have changes hurried with the fwings Of chance and time, dill riding to and fro : Terreflrial bodies, and celeltial too. How often have I vainly grop'd about, ^Vith lengthen'd arms to find a paffage out, That I might caicii thofe beans mine eye defires, And bathe a;y foul in thofe ceieiual fires .' Like as ti<e i.aggaid, cloiiter'd in hei mew, To fcour her downy robes, and to renew

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		130 Emhlems. Book j. Her broken fligs, preparing t'overlook The tim'rous mallard at the Aiding brook, Jets oft from perch to perch ; from ftock to ground j From ground to window ; thus furveyjng round Her dove-befeather'd prifon, till at length ("Calling her noble biith to mind, and ltrength Whereto her wing was born) her ragged beak. Nips off her jangling jeffes, llrives to break Her gingling fetters, and begins to bate At ev'ry glimpfe, and darts at ev'ry grate : Ev'n fo my weary foul, that long has been An inmate in this tenament of Jin, Lock'd up by cloud-brow'd error, which invites- My cloiiier'd thoughts to feed on black delights, Kow 1'corns her fhadows, and begins to dart Her wing'd defires at thee, that only art The fun ihe leeks, whofe rifing beams can fright Thefe dusky clouds that make fo dark a night : Shine forth, great glory, Ihine ; that I may fee Both how to loath my felf, and honour thee ; But if my weaknefs force thee to deny Thy flames, yet lend the twilight of thine eye: If I mud want thofe beams, 1 wiih.^ yet grant, Ihat.I, at kaft, may wilh thole beams, 1 want*.

			S. AUGUST.

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	Book 3« Etnllems,- 131 S. AUGUST. Soliloqu. cap. ??. Time was a great dark cloud of vanity before mine eyes, fo that I could not fee the fun of jujlice and the light of truth : I heiiig the fun of darknefs, was involved in darknefs: ^yI loved my darknefs, hecaufe I knew not thy light : I was blind, and loved my hlindnefs, and did walk from daiknefs to darknefs : hit. Lord, thou art my God, who haft led me Pom darknefs and thejliadow of death ; haft called me into this glorious light, and heboid, I fee.

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		EPIG. r. 'rjty foul, chear up; what if the night be long ? ijeav'n finds an ea< when finners find a tongue ; ihy tt;rs are rooming ihow'rs : he,)v'n bid ma fay, Whsn Peter's evak* begins to cr_ w, 'r s day,

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		Emhlems. II.
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	COLcrdtL'u knovejt myjiolilluessc . Sinns are net hi'4. jrom. theeTf.�p. %. 13Z

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	Book 3. *Emblems.* 133 II. *PSALM 69.* 3.** 0 Lord, thou knowefl my fooli(knefs₃ and my fins are net hid j^rom thee.


		QEcft thou this ftilfpawdiet ? in what meafure O He feems tw.niported with the antiek pleafure Of childifh baubles ? Can'it thou but admire The empty fuloefa of his vain defire f, Can'tf thou conceive fuch poor delights as thefe Can fill tli' infatiate foul of man, or pleafe The fond afpect of his deluded eye ?

Reader, fui-B very fools are thou and I : ■t'alfe p�ff� of honour ; the deceitful ftreams Of wealth .; the idle, vain, and empty dreams Of pleafuie, are our trarrick, and enfnare Our fouls, the threefold fubjecr of our care j We toil for train, we barter folid joys for airy trifles, feil our heav'n for toys: We catch at barley grains, whillt pearls /land by ' Defpis'd i uich very fools are thou and I. Aim'ft thou at honour ? does not the idiot fhake it In iiis left hand ? fond man, (lep forth and take it: Or would'il thou wealth I fee .now the fool prefents thee With a full basket, if fuch wealth contents thee; Would'il tfiou take pleafure � if the fool unftride �His prauncing itallion, thcu may'lt up and ride : f'ond man, fuch is the pleafure, wealth, and honour The earth affords fuch fools, as doat upon her j Such is the garue whereat earth's idiots fly j Such idiots, ah ! fuch fools are thou and I: Had

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		BJ4 Emblems. Book 3. Had rebel man's fool- hardinefs extended No farther than himfelf, and there had ended, It had been jufl j but thus enrag'd to fly Upon th'eternal eyes of majeiiy, And drag the fon of glory from the bregft Of his indulgent father; to aired His great and facred perfon ; in difgrace To fpk and fpawl upon his fun bright face ; To taunt him with bafe terms, and being bound To fcourge his fofr, his trembling fides ; to wound His head with thorns ; his heait with human fears ; His hands with nails, and his pale flank with fpears j And then to paddle in the purer flream Of his fpilt blood, is more than mod extream : Great bu.lder of mankind, canft thou propound All this to thy bright eyes, and not confound Thy handy work f O ! canftthou chufe but fee, That mad'lt the tie ? can ought be hid from thee ? Thou teert oar peifons, Lord, and not our guilt; Thou feed net what thou may'ft, but what thou wilt : The ha'id that form'd us is infore'd to be A fcreeu fet up betwixt thy work and thee : Look) look upon that hand, and thou (halt fpie An open wound, a through fare for thine eye j Or if that wound be clos d,- that paflage be Deny'd between thy gracious eye and me, Yet view the fear; that fear will countermand Thy wrath; O read my fortune in thy hand.

			S. CHRYS.

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S.CHR YS. Horn. 4. in Joan.

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Fools feem to abound in wealth,when they want all things ;
they fsem to enjoy happinefs, when indeed they are only mom
miserable ; neither do they wider/land that they are deluded
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S. GREG, in Mor.

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Rebellious fool, what has thy folly done *
Controul'd thy God, and crucify'd his Son ?
How fweetly has the Lord of' life deceiv'd thee � ('t bee*
Thou Iheddil his blood, and that ihed blood has fav'd
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Book 3. Emblems. 137 III. PSALM 6. a. Have mercy. Lord, upon me^ for I am weak \ 0 Lord, heal me_t for my bones are'vexed. Son!. Jefus. 2W. A H! �ono� Damd, help. Jef. What finful cry /\ Implores the fon of David ? Soul. It is I. "Jef. Who art thou ? Soul.Oh ! a deeply wounded bread That's heavy laden, and would fain have reft. Jef. I have no fcraps, and dogs mult not be fed, Like houihold children, with the childrens bread. Soul. True, Lord j yet tolerate a hungry whelp o lick their crums : O fon of David,* help. Jef. Poor foul, what ail'ft thou ? Soul O I burn,I fry, j'cannot reft, I know not where to fly, To find fome eafe ; I turn my bluLber'd face /orn man to man ; I -row! from place to place T'avoid my tortures, to obtain relief, <« ftill am dogg'd and haunted with my grief : ty mid-night torments call the fluggifh light, ^«d when the morning's come, they woo the nighf. 7e/.Surceafe thy tears, 8c fpeak thy free defkes. (firesr. So.* Quench,quench my flames,& fwagethofefcorching Jef. Canft thou believe, my hand can cure thy grief? Soul. Lord, I believe; Lord, help my unbelief, fjftf' Hold forth thine arm and let my fingers try, ■�"y pulfe ; where chiefly doth thy torment lie ? ' _b Soul. From head to foot; it reigns in ev'ry part, «ut plays the felf-law'd tyrant in my heart,

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		IjS Emllems. Book 3. Jef. Canft thou digell, canft reliih wholfora food ? How liands thy tafle ? SouL To nothing that is good: All finful train, and earth's unfav'ry fluff I can digeft, and relifh well enough. Jefus. Is not thy blood as cold as hot, by turns ? Soul. Cold to what's good ; to what is bad it burn?. Jefiis. How old's thy grief? Soul. I took it at the fall "With eating fruit. Jef. 'Tis epidemical : Thy blood's infected, and the infection fprung From a bad liver: 'tis a fever ftrong And full of death, unlets, with prefent fpeed, A vein be open'd : thou muft die or bleed. Soul. O I am faint and fpent: that launce that fhall Let forth my blood, lets forth my life withal: . My foul wants cordials, and has greater need Of blood, than (being fpent fo far) to bleed : I faint already; if I bleed, I die. Jef. 'Tis either you muft bleed, fick foul, or I: My blood's a cordial. He that fucks my veins, Shall cleanfe his own, and conquer greater pains Than tljefe : chear up ; this precious blood of mine Shall cure thy grief ; my heart fhall bleed for thine. Believe, and view me with a faithful eye, Jhy foul fl�all neither languifh, bleed, not die.

			S. AUGUS*

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Book 3. Ernitems. 139 S. AUG US T. lib. 10. ConfsfT, Lord, he merciful unto me : ah vie \ hehold, 1 hide not my wounds: thou art a phyjician, and I am fck j thou art merciful, and lam mifeiable. S. GREG, in Pafloral. O wifdom, with how [weet an art doth thy wine and oil rejlore health to my healthlefs foul! how powerfully merciful, how mercifully powerful art thou ! powerful for-me, merciful to me!

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Canftthoube.fic^lfeaKhva^prl!<f7;\^ / ,'■ j Thou canft not livej;n^lefs^tJ�$Mo«�r dj�rV^w?' I Strange kind of: grifej¹ that finds .no medicine good : � To 'Iwage her pajns,ihia_th"e^hyficjaii's blood i ■

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	■Leef: upon, my affliction,and. mi/�r» and foraive. me allmif Stmts' ¹⁷ - ⁵ *14.tr*

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		, Book 3. Emblems, 14I IV. PSALM 25. ig. Look upon my ajfliftion and my pain, and forgive all my fins. BOth work and flrokes ? both lafh and labour too ? What more could Edom, or proud J/bur do ? Stripes after ibipes; and blows Succeeding blows ! Lord, has thy (courge no mercy, and my woes �No end ? my pains no eafe ? no intermiffion ? Is this the ilate, is this the fad condition Of thofe that truft thee ? will thy goodnefs pleafe T* allow no other favours? none but thefe ? ^ill not the rhet'rick of my torments move ' Are thefe the fymptoms, thefe the iigns of love ? Is't not enough, enough that I fulfil The toilfome task of thy laborious will ? May not this labour expiate and purge My fin without the addition of a fcourge ? Look on my cloudy brow, how faft it rains Sad fhow'rs of Iweat, the fruits of fruitlefs pains : Behold thefe ridges, fee what purple furrows Thy plow has made ; O think upon t^ofe foirows That once were thine ; O wilt thou itbt be woo'd To mercy by the charms of fweat and blood f Canit thou forget that diowl'y mount wherein Thy dull difciples flept ? was not my fin Thc.re punilh'd in thy foul? did not this brow Then iweat in thine 'i wire not thefe diops enpw ? Remember Golgetha, wheie that fpring-tide O'eiflow'd thy ibv'ieign facramentai fide :

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		J4² Emhlemr. Book 3» There was no fin, there was no guilt in thee, (me. That caus'd thole pains ; thou fweat'fl, thou bled'ft for Was there not blood enough, when one fmali drop Kad-pow'r to ranfbm thoufand worlds, and itop- The mcuth of juilice? Lord, I bled before In thy deep wounds ; can juilice challenge more � Or dofi thou vainly labour to hedge in Thy lofies from my fides ? my blood is thin, And thy free bounty fcorns fuch eafy thrift ; o, r.o, thy blood came not as love but gift. But muft I ever grind.' and mud I earn Nothing but ftripes ? O wilt thou difaltern Th� relt thou gav'it ? haft thou perus'd the curfe Thou laid'lt on Adam's fall, and made it worfe -^?Canft thou repent of mercy ? heav'n thought good JLcli man fhould feed in fweat j not work in blood : "VVby doit thou wound th' already wounded brea� i Ah me 1 my life is but a pain at beft : I am but dying dull : my day's a fpan ; What pleafure tak'� thou in the blood of man ? Spare, fpare thy fcourge, and be not fo auftere : 'dead fewer iliokes, or lend more Xlrength to bear. tm B

			S. BERN.

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		Book 3. Emblems.' I43 S. BERN. Horn. 8». in Cant. Miferable man ! «ho pall deliver me from the approach of this jbameful bondage ? 1 am'a miferable man, but a free man; free, bscaufe a man ; miferable, becaufe a f ervan t; in regard of my bondage, miferable ; in regard of my will, inexcufable: for my will, that was free, befiaved it felf to fin, by ajfenting to fin ; for he that commuteth fin_} is the fervant to fin, ■

			E PIG. .4. Tax not thy God : thine own defaults did urge This two fold punifhment ; the mill, the fcourge. Thy fin's the author of thy felf-tormenting: Thou grind'ft for finning; fcourg'd for not repenting. G J

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	Hememberlbeje&ch thietlnitthoiL haft made m& as the Clay ■ Wilt thau bring me into du/t aadin.. Job.jig^.p , 14*41 ■

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		Book 3^ Emblems, 14# V. JOB 10. 9. Rememler 1 hefeech thee, that thou hafl made me as the clay, and voilt thou bring me to dufi again � THUS from the bofom of the new-made earth Poor man was delv'd and had his unborn birth ; The fame the fluff, the fel f lame hand doth trim The plant that fades, the«�ae&�»ft-iies, and him : One was thtir fire, one was their common' toother. Plants are his filters, and the beaft his brother, The elder too ; beafts draw the (elf-fame breath, , Wax old alike, and die the felf-iame death: Plants grow as he, with fairer robes array'd i Alike they flourifh, and alike they fade : The beait in fenfe exceeds him, and in growth; The three-ag'd oak doth thrice exceed them both; Why look'ft thou then fo big, thoiiTutle fpan Of earth ; what art thou more in being man? �, but my great creator did infpire My chofen earth, with the diviner fire Of reafon ; gave me judgment and a will ; Thar, to know good ; this, to chool'e good from ill: He puts the reins of pow'r in my freehand, A jurifdidtion over fea and land, He gave me art to lengthen out my fpati _N Of life, and made me all, i,n being man: I, but thy paffion has committed treafon Againft the facred perfon of thy reafon: Thy judgment is corrupt, perverfe thy will j That knows no good, and this makes choJ$�of ill^: The

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146 Emhiems. Book 3. The greater height fends down the deeper fall ; And good declin'd turns bad, turns worft of all. Say then, proud inch of living earth, what can Thy greatnefs claim the more in being man f O but my foul ttanfcer.ds the pitch of nature, �orn up by th' image of her high creator ; Out-braves the life of reafon, and bears down Her waxen wings, kicks off her brazen crown. My heart's a living temple t' entertain The king of glory, and his glorious train : How can I mend my title then ? where can Ambition find a higher ilile than man ? ■ Ah ! but that image is defac'd and foil'd i Her temple's raz'd, her altar's all defil'd ; Her veiTels are polluted and diftain'd With loathed luft, her ornaments prophan'd ; Her cil-forfaken lamps, and hallow'd tapers Put out; her incenfe breaths unfav'ry vapours r Why fwell'ii thou then fo big, thou little fpan Of earth ? what art thou more ic being man ? Eternal potter, whole bleft hands did lay My coarfe foundation from a fod of clay, Thou know'ftmy flender veffel's apt to leak ; Thou knovv'ft my brittle temper's prone to break j Are my bones brazil, or my flefh of cak ? O, mend what thou haft made, what I have broke:; Lock, look with gentle eyes, and in thy day Of vengeance, Lord, remember 1 am clay.

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Book j.;

^S.^J^GUST. Soliloq. iz'.

3fj&$r$d^wpB' male me ? It mas ihouthat madesl me,
witfi^tipfb�n. nothing was made: ■ thou art iht maker, and
I t%^0jl&.)_r I thank'thee, my Lord God; by �hom I live,
an&Jjfrtitfiom all things fu/'fii�, be~cmife<tbp mpdesl me : I
'fojlf i»e;, Oiny potter, hecaiif�'tly hanih Mpe made m?_tfatf�fe tly hands have formed vie, i'S

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Why fwell'ft thou, man, puft up with fame and puife ?
Th'art better earth, but born to dig the' worfe :
Thou cam'fl from earth, to earth thou'mult return,
And art but earth catt from the womb to th' urn.

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		Book 3r Emhlems. 149 VI. JOB 7. 20. / have finned: what Jhall J do unto thee_tO thou preferver of men > why dofi thou fet me as a mark agahfi thee > LOrd, I have done; and, Lord, I have mifdone; 'Tis folly to conteft, to ftrive with one That is too ftrong j 'tis folly to affail Or prove an arm, that will, that mull, prevail. I've done,I've done; thefe trembling hands have thrown Their daring weapons down : the day's thine own : Forbear to itrike where thou haft won the field, The palm, the pjjijxi is thine : I yield, I yield. Thefe treach'rous h^nds that weie fo vainly bold To try a thrivelefs combat, and to hold Self-wounding weapons up, are now extended For mercy from thy hand ; that knee that bended Upon her guardlefs guard, doth now repent Upon this naked floor ; fee both are bent, And fue for pity : O my ragged wound Is deep and defp'rate, it is drench'd and drowa'd In blood and briny tears : it doth begin To ftink without, and putrify within. Let that victorious hand that now appears Juft in my blood, prove gracious to my tears : Thou great preferver of prefumptuous man, What fhall I do >>what fatisfadion can Poor duft and afhes make ? O if that blood That yet remains unfiled, were half as good As blood of oxen, if my death might be An off'ring to atone my God and me, �

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		2 5T0 Emhlems. Book 3. I-would difdain injurious life, and fland A fuitor to be wounded from thy hand. But may thy wrongs be meafur'd by the fpan Of life, or balanc'd with the blood of man ? 2\io, 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 juflice cannot loofe what mercy finds : O thou that wilt not bruife the broken reed, Rub not my fores, nor prick the wounds that bleed. Lord, if thy peevifh infant fights and flies, With unpar'd weapons, at his mother's eyes, Her frowns (half mix'd with fmiles J may chance to ihew An angry love-trick on his arm, or fo ; Where, if the babe but make a lip and cry, Her heart begins to melt, and by and by She coaks his dewy cheeks ; her babe fhe blifie's, And choaks her language with a thoufand kiflfes j I am that child ; lo, here I profirate lie, Pleading for mercy ; I repent and cry For gracious pardon : let thy gentk'ears Hear that in words, what mothers judge in tears: See not my frailties, Loid, but through my fear, And look on ev'ry treipats through a tear : Then calm thine anger, and appear more mild 5 Remember, th'art a father, I a child,

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	S. BERN. Sar. zi. in Cant. Miferahle man\ who fff all deliver me from the reproach of this Jhameful bondage ? lam a miferahle man, hut a free man : free, hecaufe like to God ; miferahle, Iecaufe againjl God : O keeper ofmavkind, why haft thou fet me as a mark agahifi thee ? thou haft fet vie, Iecaufe thou haft not hin- dredme: It � juft that thy enemy jbould he my enemy, and' that he who repugneth thee, Jbould repugn me : I who am oga'mft thee, am againjl my fell.

		E P I G. 6. But form'd, and fight ! but born, and then rebel ! How fjnall a blaft will make a bubble fwel] ? But dares the floor affront the hand that laid it ? So apt is dull to fly in's face that made it.

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		Emllems7 VII.
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		Book 3. Emblems. 153 VII JOB 13. 24. Wherefore hidejl thou thy face, and holdefi me for thine enemy. WHY doft thou fnade thy lovely face ? O why Does that eclipfing hand fo long deny The fun-fhine of thy foul-enlivening eys f Without that light, what light remains in me ? Thou art my life, my way, my light, in thee I live, I move, and by thy beams I fee. Thou art my life; if thou but turn away, My life's a thoufand deaths : thou art my way : Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but ftray. My light thou art; without thy glorious fight, Mine eyes are darken'd with perpetual night. My God, thou art my way, my life, my light. Thou art my way ; I wander, if thou 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 datk, 1 cannot fee ; To who.n, or whither mould my darknefs flee, But to the light ? and who's that light but thee ? My path is loft, my wand'ring fteps do ftray ; I cannot fafely go, nor fafely ftay ; "Whom ihould I feek but thee, my path, my way ? O

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		»54 Emhlems.* Book 3-. O, I am dead : to whom fhall I, poor I, Repair ? to whom fhall my fad afhes fly, But life ? and where is life but in thine eye ? And yet thou turn'ftaway thy face, and fly'ft me j And yet I fue for grace, and thou deny'it me ; Speak, jtrt thou angry, Lord, or only try'ft me? Unskreen thofe heav'nly lamps, or tell me why Thou.fhad'ft thy face ? perhaps thou thinfc'ft no eye Can view thole flaaies, and not drop down and die. If that be all, fbine forth and draw thee nigh'r ; Let me behold and die, for my delire Is, Pkenix-like, to periflv in that fire. Death-conquer'd Laz'rus was redeem'd by thee j If I am dead, Lord, fet death's pris'ner free j Ami more fpent, or liink I worle than he ? If my puft life be out, give leave to tine My fhamelefs fnufF at that bright lamp of thine \| O what's thy light the lefs for light'ning mine i If I have loft my path, great Shepherd, fay, Shall I flill wander in a doubtful way ? Lord, fhall a lamb otlfr'els fheep-fold ftray ? Thou art the pilgrim's path, the blind man's eye j The dead man's life : on thee my hopes rely ; If thou remw -., lets, I grope, I die. Difctofe thy fun-beams, clofe thy wings and flay; See, feu how I am blind, and dead, and ftray, O thou that art my light, my life, my way.

			S. AUG VST.

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Book 3. Emblems. 155 S. AUG U.ST. Soliloq. cap. t. Why dojl thou hide tly face J happily thou wilt fay, vom can fee thy face and live :::ah ' Lord, let me die, that I may fee thee ; let me fee thee, thai I may die: I would not live, hut di'e\ that t may.-fee Chrifty I defire death ; that I may live with Ch ijl,. I defpife life. ] . A N S E L M. Med. cap. j, O excellent hiding'ifwhich is become my perfection! my God., thou hidejl thy treafure, to kindle mydefire! t\ou hidefi thy pearl, to inflame Jhe. feeker ;thou delay ft to give, that thou may fl teach me■ t�Amport�ne^ feem'S not to hear, to maks me perfevere. .;,..; 1 ,�--,. . ~ ■■■■* ■ t% i

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		VIII.

	J ER. 9. 1. O that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep . day and night. O That mine eyes were fprings, and could transform Their drops to Teas ; my fighs into ailorm Ur zeal, andfacred violence, wherein This lab'ring vei�el, laden with her fin, Might fuffer fudden fhipwrack, and be fplit tlpon that rock, where my drench'd foul may fit, O'erwhelm'd with plenteous paffion : O, and there Drop, drop, into an everlafling tear ! Ah me ! that ev'ry Hiding vein that wanders Through this vaft ifle, did work her wild meanders In brackifh tears inflead of blood, and fwell This flefh with holy dropfies, from whofe well, Made warm with fighs, may fume my wailing breath, W^hilft I diflblve in fleams, and reek to death ! Thefe narrow fluices of my dribbling eyes Are much too ftrait for thofe quick fprings that rife, And hourly fill my temples to the top ; � cannot filed for every fin a drop; ^teat builder of mankind, why haft thou fent, kuch fwelling floods, and made fo fmall a vent ? Y that this flefh had been compos'd of fnow, *nftead of earth j and bones of ice, that fo,

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		Ij-8 Emhlems. Book 3. Feeling the fervor of my fin ; and loathing: The fire I fee], 1 might have thaw'd to nothing ! O thou thatdidit, with hopeful joy, entomb Me thrice three Moons in thy laborious womb, And then, with joyful pain, brought'ft forth a fon, What worth thy labour has thy labour done ? What was there, ah! what was there in my birth That could deferve the eafieit fmile of mirth ? A «ran was born : alas ! and what's a man I A fcuttle full of duit, a meafur'd lpan Of flitting time ; a furnilh'd pack, whofe wares Are fullen griefs, arid foul-tormenting cares: A vale of tears, a veffel tunn'd with breath, 'By ficknefs broachr, to be drawn out by death : A haplefs helplefs thing, that, born does cry To feed, that feeds to live, that lives to die. Great God and Man, whofe eye fpent drops fo often For me that cannot weep enough ; O foften Thefe marble brains, and (hike this flinty rock \ Or, if themufick of thy 'Petef's cock Will more prevail, fill, fill my heark'ning ears With that 1'weet found, that I may melt in tears ! I cannot weep until thou broach mine eye 5 O give me vent, or elfe I burft, and die.

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			E PIG. 8. *'th J_s _an ffland ported round with fears; j ^[}y* way to heav'n is through the lea of tearsj J-,'^s a flormy paffige, where is found *"e wrack of many a flaip, but ao mm rirownY,

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			kook 3. Emllems. i6� IX

		PSALM 18. $. he f or rows of hell compaffed me ahut, the fnares of death prevented me. Jk not this type well cut, in ev'ry part 5 Full of rich cunning ? fi-U'd with Zmxian art ? I .^re not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds f Q^n'd full to th' life I did ft ever hear the founds " ,Qe "'ufick, and the lip-dividing breaths I Jj ^fhe ftrong-winded horn, recheats, and deaths, r�i^⁶ ^niore exafl ? th' infernal Niimods hollow ? 'awlefs purlieus ? and the game they follow ? j. § ^le hidden engines, and the fnares that lie ]f< ^Ur'difcover'(j, fo obfcure to th' eye? ^'^enew drawn net, and fier intarrgled prey ? tj_s, ^d him that cl��es it ? Beholder, fay, J> ⁿ°t well done ? feems not an em'lous flrife 'V^'ixt the rare-cut pifture and the life ? jf>L ^e^purlieu-men are devils � and the hound?, m* ^e quick-nos'd canibals, that fcour the grounds) j yjP tat ions, and the game, the riends purfue, l\')* \urr.ane fouls, which lull they have in view j ft}) ^ole.f"ry if they chance to fcape, by flying skilful hunter plants hi net, clofe lying ^^h'unfufpecfced earth, baited with treafure, ',V°«ious honour, and felf- wailing pleafu re: T_� ^erei if the foul but ftoop, deaths ftands prepar'd , ^araw the net, and drown the fouls enfnar'd. Hz Poui'

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i�-2 Emblems. Beok Poor foul ! how art thou hurried to and fro ? Where eanil thou fafely Hay ? where fafely go ? If flay ; theie hot-mouth'd houndsare apt totear thee : If go ; the fnares enclofe, the nets enfnare thee : i What good in this bad world has pow'r t'invitethee A willing gyeft I wherein can earth, delight thee? Her pleasures are hut itcit; her wealth, but cares: A worid of dangers, and a world of fnares: The clofe puvfuers bufie hands do plant Snares in thy fubflance ; fnares attend thy xvant ; Snares in thy credit ; fnares in thy difgrace ; Snares in thy high eitate ; fnares in thy bafe ; Snares tuck thy bed ; and fnares furround thy board ; Snares watch thy thoughts; and fnares attach thy word j Snares in thy quiet; fnares in thy commotion ; Snares in thy diet ; fnares in thy devotion ; Snares, iuik- in thy relblves, (nares in thy doubt; Snares lie within thy heart, and fnares without, Snares are above thy head, and flares beneath, Snares in thy ficknefs, inares are in thy death : O ! if theie purlieus be fo full of danger, Great God of hearts, the world's fole lov'reign range Pieierve thy deer, and let my foul be bleit
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		Book 5. Emhlems. rt5"3 S. A M BROS. lib. 4. in cap. 4. in Luc. The renwet of honours, the height of power, the delicacy of diet,and the beauty of anbarlot, me the fumes of tbedevih S. AM BROS, de bono mortis. Whilji thou feekefipleafures, thou tvnnefi intofnarcs, for h eye cf the harlot is the f nar e of the adulterer, S A V A N A R. ' 1)2 eating he fets before us gluttony \ hi generation, luxu- ry : in labour, Jlu_cgiftjvefs ; in anverfng, �nvy ; in go-* &rj.j»i.-, covetoufnefs; in correcting, anger* ; in honow.,. fiide; j» the heart, he fets evil thoughts \ in the mouth, ⁿil words ; in ailions, evil works; when awake, he moves. " to evil aflhnsi when ajlecp, to filthy dreams,-*

			EPIC, 9. ^^e Tad, my heart, deep dangers wait thy mirth :- *hy foul's way laid by Tea, by hell, by earth : «ell hasher hounds; earth, fnares; the lea, a fhelf^ «ut moft of all, my heart, beware thy (eIf. H J

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		Emhlems. X.
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	tater twt^ vnta jud&mvnt with thy Seru&it for no rrrnn liuma six all % e 'ustlfUd in* thy j-uf/tt- .; .

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		Book 3. Emblems, 165 X. PSALM 14;. 2. &nter not into judgment with thy fervant, for fa thy fight /hall n& mm living he juftified, Jijus. Jyfikt. Simm. Y> (mauds jy. ijRSng ^⁰^'¹ ⁽^^e P^;is'ner, Juftice. Ju. Thy corn- Ate done, juli judge: See here the pris'ner frauds. 'Jef. What has thepris'ner done ? Say 5 what's the caufe ~^r his commitment ? Juft. He hath broke the laws Of his too gracious God ; confpir'd the death Of' that great Majeity that'gave him breath, And heaps tranfgieffion, Lord, upon tranfgreffion. . Jef. Mow know'ft thou this ? Ju. Ev'a by his own con- jjjis iins are crying; and they cry'd aloud : (feffion: They cry'd to heav'11, they cry'd toheav'n tor blood. Jt/ What fay'it thou,(inner ? haft thou ought to plead, That lenience fhould not pals ? hold up thy head, And fhew thy braz'n, thy rebellious face. _Y Sin. Ah me ! 1 dare not: I'm too vile and bale o tread upon the earth, much more, to lift Jjline eyes to heav'n ; I need no other fhrift han mine own confcience ; Lord, I mu!l confefs, t *m no more than dull, and no whit lefs Than my indictment ftiles me; Ah! if thou Search too fevere, with too fevere a brow, What fleih can fiand ? 1 have tranfgreft thy laws; "% merits plead thy'vengeance -, not my caufe : H 4, M-

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		�66 Bmhlems. Book ^ __ Jujl. Lord fhall I ftrike the blow ? Jef. Hold, JuMce, Sinner, Speak on ; what haft thou more to fay ? fftajfi Sin. Vile as I am, and of' my felf abhorr'd, J am thy handy-work, thy creature, Lord, Stampt with thy glorious image, and at fir ft Moil like to thee, though now a poor aeanft, Convicted caitiff, and degen'rouj creature, Jtei e trembling at thy bar. Jitft. Thy fault's the greater. Lord, ffull i ftiike the blow ? Jef. Hold, Juiiice, ft ay : Speak firmer; haft th�u nothing elfe to fay ? Shi. Nothing but mercy vmrcy, Lord; my flata Ismiferably poor and defperate; I quite renounce my felf,. the world, and fife Fieri Lord to jfefas, fioai thy felf to thee. "Juft. Geafe thy vain hape^.-my angry God has vow'd j. Abufed mercy muil have blood for blood -� Sin!' I yet firike the blow ? Jef. Stay, Juftice, holdj My bowels yearn, my fainting blood glows cold, To view the trembling wretch ; aiethinks I fpie, My fathe.'i I:ri2ge in the pu/ner's eye. Jufi. I cannot hold. Jef. Then turn thy thirfty blade Into ray fides, let thete the wound be made: Cheaj up, dear foul ; redeem thy life with mine .� My foul fhall fmau, my heart fhall bleed for thine. Sin. O groundlefs deeps � O love beyond degree I Tli' offended dies to fet tU' offender free.

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		Book 3'. Emhlems. 167 S. AUGUST. Lord, if I have done that, for which thou may eft damn me \ thou Ixtft not loft that, whereby thou mayefi [ave me ; remember not, [weet 'Jefus, thy juftice againft the jinner, lut thy benignity towards thy creature : remember not to proceed againft a guilty foul, but remember thy ma cy to- wards a miferable wretch : forget the infelence of the fro~ voker, and behold the mifery of the invoker j jor whatis- Jefus but a Saviour ? A N S E L M. Have refpefl to what thy fonhath done for me, and for* get what my fins have done agahiB thee : my f.efb hath ftp* voked thee to vengeance ; let theftefb of Clirift move thus to macy : It is much that my rebellions have deferved : bui. U is mote that my redeemer hath merited..

			E P I G. �o. Mercy'of mercies ! Us that was my drudge Is now my advocate, h ftow my j id ;e : He fuffcrs, pleads, aud f\|{ �Three 1 adore, and yet m

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Book 3. Emhlems. 169

		XI.

	PSALM. �9. if Lf/- »0/ the water-floods overflow me₃ neither let the deeps /wallow me up. THE world's a fea ; my fle�h a fhip that's mann'd With lab\ing thoughts,&iieer'd byieafori's hand: My heart's the teaman's card, whereby (he fails ; My loofe affections are the greater fails ; The top fail is my fancy, and the gulls That fill thefe wanton ihaets, are worldly lufls. Pray'r is the cable, at whole end, appears The anchor hope, ne'er flip'd but in our fears; ^:My will's th' unconflant pilot, that commands. The ftagg'ring keel ; my fins are like-the lands: ■ Repentance ii the buckst, and mine eye The pump unus'd (but in extreams) and dry : My ccafcience is the plummet that doesprefs The deeps, but feldom cries, O fatlomlej's : Smooth calm's fecurity ; the gulph, deipair ; My freight's corruption, and this life's my fare : My foul's the paffenger, confus'dly driv'n �'rom fear to fright; her landing port is heav'n. My feasare floimy, and ray fhip doth leak ; My failers rude; my fleers-man taint and weak : My cacvafs torn, it flaps from fide to fide ; My cable's crackt, my anchor's llightly ty'd ; My pilot's craz'd ; my fbip-wrack lands are cloak'd j .. My bucket's broker», ana ray pump is choak'd ; My calm's deceitful j and my gulf too near ; My wares are flubber'-'d, and my fare's too dear: My plummet's light, it cannot fink nor found j Q, fuallmy rock bethreaten'd foul be drdwu'd'? Lord

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		I/O Ernh�ems. Book 3. Lord, ilill the feas, and fhield my fhip from harm \ Inftrui� my Tailors, guide my fteeifrnan's arm : Touch thou my compafs, and renew my fails, Send flif�er courage or tend milder gales �, Make lhong my cable, bind my anchor failer ; DirecT: my pilot, and be thou his matter \ Object the fands to my more ferrous visw, Make found my bucket, bore my pump anew : New-call my plummet, make it apt to try Where the rocks lurk, and where the quick-fands lie j Guard thou the gulf with love, my calms with care ^ Cleanfe thou my fraight; accept my {lender fare \ Refrefli the fea-fick paffenger ; cut Ihort His voyage 5 land him in his wifhed port : Thou, thou, whom winds and fiormy feas obey, That through the deep gav'ft grumbling Ifr'el way, S;ty to my lou], be fate ; and then mine eye Shall fcorn grim death, although gtim death ftand by. O thou whole itrengih-reviving arm did cherifn Thy (inking Peter, at the point to perilh, Reach forth thy hand, or bid me tread the wave, I'll come, I'll come; the voice that calls will lavs,

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	S. A M B R O S. Apol. poft. pro David. Cap.3. The co-<ifiue7ice of lufi makes a great tempejl, which in this lea dijlurbeth the fed fating foul ,that reafon cannot govern it. S. AUGUST. Soliloq. cap. 5y. We lalour hi the hoijlerous fea ; thou Jlandejl vpon the fl}ore and feeji our dangers ; give us grace to hold a middle courfe betwixt Scylla and Charybdis, that loth dangers ffcaped, we may. arrive at the port fecure.

			EPIG. 11. iMy foul, the Teas are rough, and thou 3 flranger In thefe falfe coafls ; O keep aloof ; there's danger : Cafi forth thy plummet; fee a rock appears �, Thy fhip wants fea-roora ; make it with thy tears.

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		Book 3. Emblems. S73 XIL JOB 14. 13. Othat thou voouldfl hide me in the grave, that thou voouldji keep me in fecret until thy wrath he pajl ! O Whither (hall I (He ? what path untrod- Shall I feek out to fcape the flaming rod Of my offended, of my angry God ? \Vhere fhall I fojourn I what kind fea will hide 2yiy head from thunder ? where (hall I abide, Until his flames be quench'd or laid afide ? "What, if my feet should take their hafty fllght₉And feek protection in the lhades of night ? Alas 1 no (hades can blind the God of light. "What, if my foul (hould take the wings of day. And find fome defert ? If (he fprings away, Xhe wings of vengeance clip as fait as they. What, if fome folid rock (hould entertain My frighted foul i can folid recks reftrain The flroke of Judice, and not cleave in twain ? Nor fea, nor (hade, nor fhield, nor rock, nor cave, &ior filent deferts, nor the lullen grave, "What flame-ey'd fury means to fmite, can fave. Thefeas will part, graves open, rocks will fplit; The (hield will cleave ; the frighted (hadows flit j .'Where J ullice aims, her fiery daits muit hit. No,

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		174 Emblems: Book j. Ko, no, if (lem-brow'd vengeance means to thunder, There is no place above, beneath, or under, So clofe, but will unlock, or rive in funder. 'Tis vain to flee ; 'tis neither here nor there Can 'tape that hand, until that hand forbear ; Ah me ! where is he not, that's ev'ry where : 'Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy (hew Her better eye ; the farther off we go, The fwing of juftice deals the mightier blow. Th' ingenuous child, corrected, doth not flie His angry mother's hand, but clings more nigh, . And quenches with his tears her flaming eye. Shadows are faithlefs, and the rocks are falfc ; Iso trufl in brafs, no trult in marble wails ; Poor cots are ev'n as 1'afe as princes hall. Great God ! there is no fafety here below ; Thou art my fortrefs, thou that ieem'it my foe, 'lis thou, that ft rik'ft theftroke, muil guard the blow. Thou art my God, by thee I fall or fiand ; Thy grace hath giv'n me courage to with�and All tortures, but my confcience and thy hand. I know thy juflice is thy lelf; I know, Tuft God, tny very felf is mercy too ; If not to thee, where, whither fnall I go ? Then work thy will; if paf�ion bid me flee, My reafon mail obey ; my wings fnall be Stretcht out no further than from thee to thee. S. AUGUST.

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Wh:ther fie I ? to what place can I fafely fly ? to
what mountain ? to what den ? to what flrong koti/e ? what
caftlefij.il! I hold', what walhftail hold we? whitbetfotver 1
go, myfelf followed' vie: For whatfoever thovflitft, Oman,
thou may ft, hut thy own cotifcitvce: wherefoner, O Lord, I
go, JfindtLeei if angry, arevevget; ifafpeafed, areieem.
cr: what way have I, but to file fiom thee to thee: that.
thou maf ft avoid thy God_l addiefi to thy Lord,

E P I G. 12.

Hath vengeance Found thee ? can thy fears command
No rocks to fhield thee from her tbund'iing bind ?
Know'it thou not where to 'fcape f I'll tell thee where j..
My foul, make clean thy conference j hide thee therei

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		Book J. Emblems* IJJ XIII. JOB io. 20. Are not my days few ? Ceafe then, and let me alone, that I may bewail my /elf a little. MY glafs is half unfpent; forbear t'arrefl: My thriftlefs day too focn : ray pooi requeft Is that my glafs may run but out the reft. My tiiiie-devour'd minutes will be dons Without thy help �, fee, fee how fwift they run : Cut not my thread before my thread be fpun. The gain's not great I purchafe by this flay ; "What lofs fuilain'il thou by fo iniall delay, To whom ten thoufand years are but a day ? My foll'wing eye can hardly make a fhift To count my winged hours j they fly fo fwift* They fcarce deferve the bounteous name of gift. The fecret wheels of hurrying time do give So fhort a warning, and fo fail they drive, That I am dead before I feem to live. And what's a life? a weary pilgrimage, "Whofe glory in one day doth fill thy fiage. With child-hood, man-hood, and decripit age* And what's a life ? the flourifhing array Of the proud fummer-meadow, which today Wears lier green plufn, and is to morrow hay. And what's a life ?■ A blafi fuflain'd with cloathing, Maintain'd with food,retain'd with vile Leli-luatoing, Then weary of it fejf, a gain to nothing. Rtad

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		7% �mllems.* Book 3. Read on this dial, how the fcades devour My fhort-liv'd winters day ; hour eats up hour j Alas! the total's but from eight to four. Behold thefe lillies (which thy hands have made �air copies of my life, snd open laid To view) how foou they dioop, how foon they fade/ Shade not that dial night will blind too foon ; My non-ag'd.day already points to noon ; How fimple is my fuit/ how fmail my boon / Kor dol beg this flender inch, to while The time away, or fafely to beguile My thoughts with joy ; here's nothing worth a faille* Ko, no .- 'tis not to pleafe my vvonton ears "With frantick mirth, I beg but hours, not years: And what jhoii giv'lt me, I will give to tears.. Draw not that foul which would be rather led 1 Tbat feed has yet not broke my ferpem's head \ 0 fhall I die before my fins ar-e dead f Behold thefe rags; am I a fitting gueiT' To taite the dantiesof thy royal regit; With hands and face unwafh'd, ungiit, unbleft f' Firft, let the Jordan ftreams, that find fupplies From the deep fountain-of my heart, arile, And cleanfe my fpots, and clear my lep'rcus eyes.. I.have a world of fins to be lamented ; 1 have afea of tears that mull be vented : Qfpare till then j and then I die contented..

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		Book 3. Emblems. 179 S. AUGUST, lib. de Civit. Dei, cap. i₀. The time wherein we live, is taken from the /pace of our life ; and what remained', is daily made lefs and lefs, info- much that the time of our life is nothing but a fajfage ts death. S.GREG, lib. 9. cap. 44. in Job. As moderate affliBions hing tears, fo immoderate take a- way tears ; 'wfomucb that j'arrow becometh no f or row, which [wallowing up the mind of she ajflii�ed, taketh away the fcrtfs of the affliilon.

			�1?IG. i%. Fear^jft thou to go, when fuch an arm invites thee ? Dread'ft thou thy loads of fin ? or what affrights thee ? If thou begin to fear, thy fear begins: Fool, can he bear thee hence, and not thy fins I

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		Book 3. -Emblems, i8i XIV. DEUT. 33. 29. ■0 that men were wife., that they under flood this, that they would confider their latter end. Flejb. Sphit. '■■Fl. XJi 7^^at means my fiflei's eye fo oft to pafs V V Through the long entry of trut optiek glafs ? Tell me ; what fecret vii tu« doth invite Thy wriukted eye to fuch unknown delight? fip. It helps the iighr, makes things remote appear In perfeciview ; it draws the ebje&s near. Fl. What ferife-delighting objefts doll thou [pie ? What doth that,glais prefent before thine eye ? Sp. I fee thy foe, niy reconciled friend, Grim death, even ftaodSng at the glaiTes end : His left hand holds a branch of palm; his right Holds forth a two-edg'd fword. Fl. A proper light. And is this all t doth thy piolpeftive pleafe Th' abufed fancy with no ftiapes but thefe f Sf. Yes, I behold the darken'd fun bereav'n Of all his light, the battlementsW heav'n Swelt'ring in flames ; the angel guarded fon Of glory on hi: high tribunal throne ; 1 fee a biimftone lea of boiling fire, And fiends, with knotted whips of flaming wire, Tort'ring poor fouls, that gnafh their teeth in vain, 'And gnaw tueir flame-tormented tongues for pain. Look, filter, how the queafy-ftomach'd graves (Vomit their dead, and how the purple waves Scald

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			�#2 Emiiems. Book 3. Scald their confumeiefs bodies, ilrcmgly curling AU wombs for bearing, and all paps for nur�ng. ■ Fl. Can thy diflerxper'd fancy take delight � In view of tortures ? thefe are {hows i'affright : Look in this glafs triangular ; 'ook here, Here's that will ravifli eyes.fjp. What feed thou there? Fl. The world in colours ; colours that diftain THe cheeks of Proteus or theliiken train Of Flora's Nymph.- ; fuch various forts of hew, As fun-conftoirting Iris never knew : Here, if thou pleafe to beautifie a town, Thou may'It; or with a hand, turn't upllde down : Here may'it thoufcant o» widen by the meafure Oi thiceowr. will; make fbort or long at pleafure-i Here may'fl thou tire thy fancy, and advife -With fhows moregpt to pleafe more curious eyes. Sf. Ah fool ! that doat'fl on vain, on prefeut toys, And difre fpect'll the'." true, thole future joys : How ftfongfy are thy thoughts befool'd, alas! To doat on goods that periih with thy glafs ! Nay, variifli with the turning cf a hand : We-e they but painted colours, it might (land With painted r'eafon that they might devote thee ; But thing? that have no "being to befot thee ? Forefight of future torments is the way To baulk thole ills which prefent joys beray. 'As thou halt fool'd thy iel F, fo now come hither, -Break that fend glafs, and let's be wife together.

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		Book j. Emblems» ~ 183 S. BONAVE tf T. da contemptu feculi. O that.men would be wife, under/land, and for e fee. Be fri/'e, to know three things, the multitude of thofe that are tohe damned ; the few mtmher of thofe that are to le faced ; Qnd the vanity of traxftoty things : underilaml three things; ^zie multitude of fins, /Ae omijjion of good things, and tie tys of time : foiefee three things; the danger of death, the 'aft judgment and eternal ptnijhnent.

			e e � o. M- j^hat, foul, no further yet ? what, ne'er comfiiencfe ruiter in faith ? Hill batchelour of fenfe ? i?'t infufriciency ? or what has made thee ^'erfljp thy lolt degrea ? thy lutfs have itaid thee; I

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Book 3. Emllems,- 185

XV.

PSALM 30. 10;

<ty life is fpent with griefs and my years
with fighing.

Hat fullen flar rul'd my untimely birth,

That would not lend my days cue hour of mirth ?

�fow oft have thefe bare knees been Lent to gain
fhe {lender aims of one poor fmile in vain ?
*j°w often, tir'd with the futftidichs light,
^Jive my faint lipsimplor'd the made* of night?
jjow ofren have my nightly t�rrffei�ts pray'd
>°r ling'ring-twilight, glutted with the uWe?
j ^ay worfe than night, night wori'e ;rn'! day appears,
j" fears 1 fpend my nights, my days in tears :

in ur;r,uy^!d, groan without relief,
�here is no end nor meafure of my grief.
. fhe fmiling flo>'v''r falutes the day �, it grows
j^ntouch'd with care ; it neither fpins nor fows:
^ that my tedious life were like this flow'»,
i^f freed from grief, or finifh'd with an hour :
^hy was I bom? why was I born a nun ?
l*ud why proportion'd by to large a fpan ;
Jr^r why fufpended by the common lot,
jjnd being born to dye, why die I not ?
^h me .' why is my forrow-wafted breath
^eny'd the eafy privilege of death ?
i"e branded Have, that tugs ihe weary oar,
l*9ta»os the febbath of a welcome more f
�*^!s ran'b.n'd {tripes' are heai'd ; his native foil
"Weetens the mem'ry of his foreign toil:

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		:�36 � Emblems. Book 3. But ah ! my forrows are not half fo bleft ; My labour finds no point, my pains no reit : I barter fighs for tears, and tears for groans, Still vainly rolling Sifyphean Hones. Thou juir obferver of our flying hours, That with thy adamantine fangs, devours The brazen mon'ments of renowned kings, Doth thy glafs fland f or be thy moulting-wings Unapt toflie? if not, why doll thou fpare A willing breait; a breaft thatftarrds i'ofair ? A dying breaft, that hath but only breath To beg a wound, and ilrength to crave a death ? O that the pleafed heav'ns would once diflblve Thel'e flefnly fetteis, that fo fait involve My hamperd foul ; then would my foul be bleft From all thole ills, and wrap her thoughts in reft : Till then, my days are months, my months are years, My years are ages to be fpent in tears: My grief's entailed upon my walieful breath, "Which no recov'ry can cut off but death. Breath drawn in cottages, puft out in moans, Begins, continues, and concludes in groans.

			INNOCENT.

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	Book ^ EmhiemSi r87 INNOCENT, de vilitate condit. humartae. O who will give mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I may lewail my miferaMe ivgrefs of nun's condition ; the jinful frqgtefs of man's converfation, the damnatie egrefs in man's iijfolutwn ? I will confider with tens, whereof ma» was iiiade, what man doth, and what man is to do : alas j hs is formed of earth, conceived in fin, born to ptnifoment: hi doth evil things which are not lawful; he doth filthy things, vehicli are not decent j-/;e doth vain i'.ings_} which are not
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			1% TH E FOURTH BOOK. I. ROM. 7. aj. I fee another law in my members warring a- gainfl the law of my mind^ and bringing me into captivity to the law of Jin.

		f�~\* How my will is hurried to and fro, \^/ And how my unrefolv d refolves do vary ! � know not where to fix, fometimes I go This way, then that, and then the quite contrary; I like, diflike \ lament for what I could not ; I do, undo; yet frill do what I ihould not, And at the felf-iame inftant will the thing I would not. 1 Thus are my weather-beaten thoughts oppreft "Withth' earth-bread winds of my prodigious will 5 Thus am I hourly tolt from ealt to weft Upon the rowling flrearas of good and ill: Thus am 1 driv'n upon the fllpp'ry fuds From real ills to falfe apparent goods: My life's a troubled fea, compos'd of ebbs and floods. 5 The curious penman, having trimm'd his page With the dead language of his dabbled quill, Lets tall a heedlefs drop, then in a iage Cafhiers the fruits of his unlucky skill ; Ev'n fo my pregnant foul in th' infant bud Of her beft thoughts (how'rs down a cole-black flood Of unadvifed ills, and cancels all her good. 1 4 Some-

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		t90 Emblems, Book 4' 4 Sometimes a fudden flafh of facred heat ■ ny chill foul,and fets my thoughts in fra-mc j But foon that fire is fhouldeVd from her feat ij'i lu ft f ul Cupid's much inferiour flame» M I feel two flames, and yet no flaase entire ; f Thus are the mm grel thoughts o�jri:xt delire, CpRfum'd between that heav'nlyand this earthly fire. 5 Sometimes my trafh-difdaining thoughts out pafs. The common period of tgretie conceit \ O th( ^:;iks f (corn the thing I was,' Wh�fl � ftand ravifh'd at my new eftate : But when the lea ian wings of my deftre i'eel but the warmth of their own native firej 0 then they melt and plunge within their wonted mire. 6 1 know the nature of my wav'ring mind';. 1 know the frailty of my flefhiy will : My psffion's eagle-ey'd ; my judgment blind ; I know what's good, and yet make choice of ill». When th'oftrich wings of my deiires fnall be So dull, they cannot mount the kaft degree, Yet grant my foul defiie, but of deliring thee».

			S, BERN.

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		Book -yf. Emhlems] 191 S. BERN. Med. 9. My heart is a vain heart, a vagabond and inflalle heart; tohile it is led by its own judgment, and wanting divine counfel, cannot fubfisi in it felf ^ and whilft it divers ways feeketh reft, findeth none, but remaineth miferalle through labour, and void of feace : it agreeth not with it felf , it diffenteth from it felf; it altereth tefolutions, changeth the judgment, frameth new thoughts, fulleth down the old, and htildeth them up again : it willeth and willeth not ; and never remaineth in the fame flat e.. S. AUGUST, da verb, apoft. VTien-it would, it cannot; becaufe when it might, it toould not: therefore'iy an evil will man loft his good pmr.

			E PIG. r. OT fou!, how are thy thoughts difturb'd, confin'd, ^nlarg'd betwixt thy members and thy mind! p'x here or there j thy do�bt*depending caufe Wi ne'er expect one verdict 'twist two laws. I 5

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			Book 4. Emblems. 193 IT. PSALM 119. $. 0 that my ways were elire�ed to keep thy - Jlatutes I 1 TI-Ius I, the object of the world's'difdainy With pilgrim face futrouiid the weary earth : ^A only rel�h what the woild counts vain 5 Her mirth's my grief; her full�u grief, my mirth j Her light my darknefs ; and her truth my error. tter freedom is my godl ; and her delight my teirour» z �ond earth I proportion not my feeming love To my long «ay 5 let not my thoughts deceive thee 3 ■Thou art my prifon, and my home's above ; My life's a preparation but to leave thee : Like one that feeks a door, I walk about thee :, with thee I-cannot live 5 I cannot live without thss» The world's a lab'rinth, whofe anfractuous ways Are all compos'd of rubs aadcioofe'd meanders : ^0 reiling here ; he's hurried back tha�\|jays A thought , and lie that goes ungagp wanders: Her wav is dark, her path unn<jfB&nev n ; So hard's the way from earth;* 0 hard'ijfrs way to heav-a 4 This gvriiig lab'rinth is betrench'd about . Oh either hind with «reams-of iulph'roushi?; Streams clofcly Hiding erring in and out, But feeming pleafant to the tond defcner %, Where it his footfteps trull their own invention, �e falls without redich, and n»ks without dimenfio»^

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		194 Emllems. Book 4« s i .Where (hall I feek a guide ? where (hall I meet Some lucky hand to lead my trembling paces � What trufly lantern will direct my feet > To fcape the danger of thefe dang'rous places I What hopes have I to pafs without a guide? Where one gets fafely through, a thoufand fall bel'ide. 6 An unrequefted liar did gently Aide Before the wife-men to a greater light j Back-Hiding Ifr'cl found a double guide; A pillar and a cloud ; by day, by night: Yet in my defp'rate dangers, which be far More great than theirs, I have no pillar, cloud,no: �iU �7 O that the pinions of a clipping dove Would cut my paffage through the empty air; Mine eyes being feaPd, how would I mount above The reach or danger and forgotten care ! My backward eyes fitould ne'er commit that fault* Whole kiting guilt ihould build a monument of fait. 8 Grsat God, that art the flowing fpring of light, Enrich mine eyes with thy refulgent jay : Thou art my path ; direct my Heps aright ; i have no other light, no other way : I'll truft my God, and him alone purfue ; His law ihall be my path j his heavenly light, my elite»

			S. AUGUST.

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Book q. EmUems. 195 5.AUGUS T,- Soliloq. cap. 4. 0 Lord ; who art the light, the way, the truth, the life -_rin whom there is no daiknefs, errour, vanity nor death: the light, Without which there is darhiefs ; the way without which there is wandr'wg ; the truth, without which., there is errour ; the life, without which there is death : fay, Lord, ' let there be light, and lfball fee light, and efchew darknefs^ IJl/all fee the way,avd avoid wandring -^TJhall fee the ttuth, and fhun error; lfball fee life, and ejcafe death: illumimate, O illuminate my blind foul, which fitteth in darknefs, and thefbadow of death; and duell my feet in the way of pace.

		E P I G. 2.

	Pilgrim trudge on: u hat makes thy foul complain,- Crowns thy complaint; the way to reft is pain: The road to refolution lies by doubt: The nest.way home's the farthelt about.

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		Book 4. Bmllems. lp? III. . PSALM 17. 5. Stay my Jieps in thy paths, that my feet d& notjlide. � WHen e'er the old exchange of profit rings Her filver faints-bell of uncertain gains 5 My merchant-foul can liretch both legs and wings, How I can run, and take unwearied pains! The charms of profit are fo ihong, that I, "Who wanted legs to go, find wings to flie. z If time-beguiling pleafure but advance Her luflful trump, and blow her bold alarms, O how my fportful foul can frisk and dance, And hug that^iren in her twined arms! The fprightly voice of finew-ftrength'ning pleafurs Can lend my bed-rid foul, both legs and leifure. 3 If blazing honour chance to fill my veins With fiatt'ring warmth, and flaih of courtly fire, My foul can take a pleafure in hei pains : My lofty (hutting fleps difdain to tire j My antiek knees can turn upon the hinges Of complement, and fane a ihaufand cringes* 4 lut when I come to thee, my God, that art The royal mine of everlafting treafure, The real honour of my better parr, �U)d living fountain of eternal pleafure, How nervelefs are my limbs ! how faint and flow V I have, no wings to flie, nor legs to go. So

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			198 Emblems. Book, 4.

		So when the ftreams of fwift- foot Rhene convey Her upland riches to the Belguk ihore, The idle veflel flides the wat'jy way, "Without the blaft or tug, of wind, or oar: Her flipp'ry keel divides the filver foam With eafe j fo facile is the way from home.

	But when the home-bound veffel turns her fails Againft the bieaft of the ;efifiing fireaiiH O then {he flugs j nor fail, nor oar prevails ; The tfcream isfiu-rdy, and her tide's extream : Each fhoke islofs, and ev'ryrug is vain : A boat length's purchaie is a league of pain.

Great all in all, that art my reft, my home ; My way is tediou?, and my fteps are flow : Reach forth thy helpful hand, or bid me come ; I am thy child, � teach thy child to go : Conjoia thy fweet commands to my delite, And I will venture, though I fall or the.

				S. AUGUST.

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			Book 4. Emblems, 199 S. AUGUST. Se:. 15. de Verb. A pof:. Be always iifpleafed at what thou art, if thou ddneft to attain to what thou art not : fr wbure thou haft f leafed thy felf. there thou abidtft. But if thou fayeft, I hate enough, (hou perijbtS.: �lways add, always walk, always proceed \ peitber flam ^!i>i!,voy�o back, n�r deviate: he that ft and etb ft'nl proceeds:h not ; hegoeth back that continue'.!] not ; he deviatetb, that revoltetb ; hegoeth better that creepeth in i« w.ay, than be that runneth out of his say.

		E PIG. f. ^ear _not) _my f_m]_f tolofe for want of cunning 5 ^'eep not ; heav'n is not always got by runn-ng : Thy thoughts are fwift, although thy legs be flow \| �T'ue love will creep not having ilrength to go.

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	Book 4. Emllems. 2.01 IV. PSALM up. 120. My fiejh tretnlleth for fear of thee, and t am afraid.of thy judgments, �Et others boa ft of luck, and go their ways �j With their fail game; know vengeance feldom plays To be too forward, but doth wifely frame Her backward tables for an after-game : She gives thee leave to venture many a blot ; , And, for her own advantage, hits thee not ; But when her pointed tables are made fair, That fhe be ready for thee, then beware j Then, if a neceffary blot befet, , She hits thee \ wins the game -, perchance the iet s If profp'ious chances make thy calling high, Be wifely tem'prate j caft a ferious eye On after dangers, and keep back thy game ; . Too forward feed-times make thy harveft lame. If left hand fortune give thee left-hand chances, Be wifely patient ; let not envious glances Repine to view thy gamefter's heap fo fair \ The hindiioft hound oft takes the doubling hare. The world's great dice are falfe ; fometimes they go Extreamly high, fometimes extreamly low : Of all her gameilers, he that plays the lealf, Lives liJoft at eafe, plays mod fecure and belt: The way to win, is to play fair, and fweat Thy felf a fervant to the crown of fear:

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		202 Emhlerns. Book 4« Fear is the primer of a gamefter's skill:' Who fears not bad, Hands molt unarm'd to ill. The ill that's wifely fear'd, is half withftood ; And fear of bad is the beft foil to good. True fear's the Elixir, which in days ef old Turn'd leaden crolT-is into crowns of gold : The world's the tables; flakes, eternal life; The gamefiers, heav'n and 1 ; unequal fhife 1 My fortunes are the dice whereby 1 frame My indifpofed life : this life's the game ;.... My fins are leveral blots ; the lookers on Ate angel; ; and in death the game is done. L'Dtd, I'm a bungler, and my game doth grow Still mor? and mote unfnap'd ; my dice run low : The flakes 5 = e great; my carelefs blots are.many : And yet. thou pa fie ft by and hit'ft not any : Thou ast too itroi:g ; and I have none to guide ime With the leaft jog ; the lookers on deride me : It is a conqueft undeferving thee, To win a flake from fuch a worm as me : I have no more to lofe ; if we perfever, 'lis loft: and that once loft I'm loft for ever. Lord, wink at faults, and be riot too fevere, And I will plymy game with greater fear; O give me fear, ere fear has pait her dat¹; ; . Whofe blot being hit, then fears, fears then too late*

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	«Of I rtenijbed with three fetti i ]<.� j, .iun-i.j^n, har for loft grace, a greatest fear to recover grace. S. AUGUST, fuper Pfal. .. Prefentfear legetteth eternal fecurity : fear God, wliieJ} * ahove all, and no need to fear man at all.

				E PIG. 4.

			-ord, ftiall we grumble, when thy flames dofcourge Us ? Y^Ut* iins breath five; that fire returns to purge us. *;Ord, what an alcbymift art thou, whofe skill '■"anfaiutes to perfect gcod from perfect ill!

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		&ook 4.' "Emblems. 205 V. PSALM 119. 37. "«/» ^Wtzy mine eyes from regarding vmity, r EJOW like th thr dsof fia^r «TX '�!^iiat touch the flame, are my EnflamM defues ! * How like to yielding w.ax, ty foul diflblv.es before thefe wauioxi fires ! The fire but touch d, the flame but felt, Like flax, I burn �, like wax, I melt. z » O how this flefh doth draw % fetter'd foul to that deceitful fire ! j And how tiie eternal law ^s baffled by the lav/ of my dt fire ! .How truly bad, how fee'ming good Are all the laws of 'fleifa and. blocd I .;■}* Y ^ wretched fiate of men, �°e height o�whofe ambition is to borrow ■^ Whit mull he paid again ^;W"ith griping int're�ot the next day's forrow S How wild his thoughts .' how apt to range ! How apt to vary ! apt ro change ! 4 j How intricate and nice ^s man's perplexed way to man's defire ; _h Sometimes upon the ice He flip_Si _ailti fometimes falls into the fire; His progiefs is extream and bold* O very hot, or very cold. The

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				The common food he doth Suflain his foul-tormenting thoughts withal, Is honey in his,mouth To night, and in his heart to morrow gall j 'Tis oftentimes, within an hour, Both very fweet and very four.

			If fweet C�rhina fmile, A heav'n of joy? breaks down into his heart : Corinna frowns while, Hell's torments are but copies of his fmart. Within a Judful heart doth dwell A teeming heav'n, a very hell.

	Thus worthlefs, vain, and void Of comfort, are the fruits of eartlvs employment, Which ere they be enjoy'd DiiiraCt, us, and dellroy us in th' enjoyment ; Thefe be the pleafures .that are priz'd, When heav'n's cheap pen'worth Hands defpis'd, 8 Lord, quench thefe hafty flafhes, Which dart as lightning from the thund'ring skies, And ev'ry minute dairies Againft the wanton windows of mine eyes: Lord, clofe the cafement, whilll I Hand Behind the curtain of thy hand. S. AUGUSf. I

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			«ook 4. Emblems. %QJ S. A'UGUST. -Soliloq. cap. 4. " � thou fon, thai illiiminateth hoth heaven and earth ! wo °e unto thofe eyes which do not heboid thee : wo be unto thofe "Und eyes which cannot heboid thee : wo he unto thofe which '^uni away their eyes that they will not heboid thee: wo he '"uo tbofe that turn away their eyes that they may- behold ^Vi"iij, S. CHRY5. ftip. Mat. io. What is. the evil woman hut the enemy of friendjbip, an yoidablefutin, a neceffary mifchief, a naimal temptation, a "'firable rj:lamity, a domeflick danger, a delectable incon- f^ience, and the nature of'evil, fainted over with the ca~ f>0f gQQl�*

		»_T, EPIC-. J- ■ty's vain, great God ! to dole mine eyes from ill, ^ hen I refolve to keep the old man lull 5 (j y Umbling heart mult cov'nant firil with thee, "one can oafs betwixt mine eye and me* K

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look 4.' 'Emblem. 20$ VI. ESTHER 7. 3. ¹ 'f I have found favour in thy fight\ and if it pleaje the king_% let my life hegiven me at my petition.

	Hou art the great AMfuems, whofe command v* Doth'/ketch-from pole to pole ; the world's thy ^-sbeiiious Vajbtih the corrupted will, (land j ^'hich being call'd, refufes to fulfil i"y juft command ; Efiher, whofe tears condole j! "e rs2;d City, 's the regen'rate foul ; ^.captive maid, whom thou wilt pleafe to grace tv'iili nuptial honours in' ileut VaJbtVs place : p^er kinfman, whofe unbended knee did thwart J°ud Hainan's glory, is the fieflily part ; d\|je fober eunuch, that recall'd to mind b"¹⁶ new built gibbet (Human had divin'd j^0t his own ruin) fifty cubits high, j* toilful thought controlling chaflity ; lilting Hdman is that fleflily luft �j, hofe red-hot fury, for a feafon, muft Q^Uumph in pride, and Ihidy how to tread ⁿ Mordecni, till royal Efiher plead. Qpreat king, thy fent-for Vajbti will not come-5 r^.^let the oil o' th' bleffed virgin's womb, v^^nfe my poor Efiher \ look, O look upon her R l^tn gracious eyes ; and let thy beam cf honour .*°feour her captive ltaius, that Ihe may prove ^At) holy objsft of thy he&v'niy love :

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		2jo EmMemS' Book 4' Anoint her with the fpikenardof thy graces, Then try the fweetnefs of her chart embraces : Make her the partner of thy nuptial bed, And fet thy royal crown upon her head ; If then ambitious Haman* chance to fpend His 1'pleen on Mordecai, that fcorns to bend The wilful itiffnefs of his ftubborn knee, Or bafely crouch to any Lord but thee j If weeping Either ihould prefer,a groan Before the high tribunal of thy throne, Hold forth thy golden fcepter, and afford The gentle audience of a gracious Lord : And let thy royal Efthcr be poffefl Qf half thy kingdom, at her dear requefl : Curb luftful Haman, him that would difgrace, Nay, raviih thy fair queen before thy face: And' as proud Haman was himfelf enfnar'd On that ielf-gibbet that himfelf prepar'd ; So nail my lull, both punifhment and guilt, On that dear ciofs that mine own lulls have built.

			S.AUG US*

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		1^x^i Book 4. Emblams, 211 S. AUGUST, in Ep. 0 holy fpivit, always infpirs me with holy works. Con- ftiain me, that I may do : counfel me, that I may love thee^ confirm me, that I may hold thee ; conferee me, that I msy Tot lofe thee. S. AUGUST. fup.Joan. The fpirit lufls where thefiefb refleth : for as the jl,Jb is toourijbed with fweei things, thefprit is refrefaed with four. Ibidem. Wouldfi thou that thy fie/b ohey thy fphit ?, then let tly Jpirit oley thy God. Thou muH he governed, that thou may fi govern.

			E P I G. 9. ^Jf mercy and juftice is thy kingdom builr; >. .^s plagues my fin, and that removes my gu�tj ^hen-e'er I fue, dhafuerus-\}ke, decline �Thy fceptre : Lord, lay, half niy kingdom's thine, K J

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	Come, my Ixclavca^Ut ji<s.(h>� forth into thcjielilsj letus rmname, vru the V'�lcu^eJ . Cnwt': 7. Il- zr-.

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		Book 4." Emhlemsi, 21} VIL CANTICLES 7. 11. S�M�, my beloved, let its go forth into the- fields and let us remain in the villagesv

*Chrift.* *Soul.* O.'r, /*^Ome, come, my dear, and let us both retire, V^f And whiff the dainties of the fragrant field: "Where warb'iing Pbiftnd^xid* the (hrill-mouth'd quire Chaunt forth their raptures; where the turtle builds Her lovely neft; and where the new-born brier 1. Breaths forth the fweetnefs that her Jpil yields� fit Come, come, my lovely fair, and let us try V^ Thefe rural delicates j where thou and I ***y melt in private flames, and fear no flander-by» .

	w«/. My heart's eternal joy, in lieu of whom The earth's a bla(r,and all the world's a bubble5 Our city-manfiou is the faireft home, But country fweets are ting'd with leffer trouble: Let's try them both, and ehuie the better 5 come j A change in pleafure makes the pleafure double's On thy commands depends my go or tarry, _^ I'll ltir with Martha, or I'll ftay with Mary l '^yu* haarts ate fiiaily fit, although our plealuies vary.

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		2"?4 Emblems. Book 4« 3 JChf. Our country-maniion (fituate on highj With various objects, ftill renews delight; Her arched root's of unilain'd ivory : Her walls of fiery-iparkling chrylolite; Her pavement is of hardeft porphyry ; Her fpacious windows are all glaz'd with bright And flaming carbuncles ; no need require Titan's faint rays, or Vulcan's feeble fire ; And ev'ry gate's a pearl; and ev'ry pearl entire. 4 Soid, Fool that I was'! how were my thoughts deeeiv'J � How faifly was my fond conceit poffeit! I took it for an hermitage, but pav'd And daub'd with neighbring dirt,and thatcht a' Alas ! I ne'er expected more nor crav'd ; (bell* A turtle hop'd but for a turtle's aeft: Come, come, my dear, and let no idle ftay Neglect th' advantage of the head-itrong day! How pleafure grates,that feels the cuib of full delay- 5 Clr. Come then, my joy; let our divided paces Conduct us to out faireft territory ; O there we'll twine our fouls in fweet embraces ; Soul. And in thine arms I'll tell my paffion's llory : Chr. O there I'll crown thy head with all my graces ; Soul. And all thefe graces, fhall reflect thy glory : Chr. O there I'll feed thee with celellial Manna ; I'll be thy Elkanab. Soul. And I, thy Hannah' CI'11 found my trump of joy.S'.And riiteioaaiHofann^

			S. BER>⁷-

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		Book 4] Emllems* aijr S. BERN. O hlejfed contemplation ! the death of vices, and the life °f virtues ! thee the law and the prophets admire : who ever attained perfection, if not by thee ! 0 bkjfed.folitude, the Magazine of celeftial treafure ! by thee things earthly and tiatijitory, are changed into heavenly and eternal. S. B E R N. in Ep. Happy is that houfe, and bhjfed it that congregation^ tohere Martha Jlill comflainetb of Mary.

			EPIC. 7. ^echanick foul, thou mult not only do with Mauls, but with Mary ponder too : lappy's _triat \|_lour_e _where thcfe fair fillers vary j ^ut moil, when Martha's* reconcile to Mat],

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VIII.

CANTICLES r. 4.

■raw me j we will follow after thee ly tfat-
favour of thy good ointments.

THus, like a lump of the corrupted mafs,
I lie fecure, long left before 1 was:
And like a block, beneath whole burthen lies
_T That undifcover'd worm that newer dies,
* have no will to roufe, I have no power to rife_a

??n (linking Lazarus compound or drive
With, death's entangling fetters, and revive ?

Or can the water-buiied axe implore

A hand to raife it, or it felf reiloie,
*"d from herfandy deeps approach the dry-foot (hore ?

|^a hard's the task for finful flefh and blood
^^Q lend the (mallei! flep to what is good.

My God ! I cannot move the leaft degiee t
vjAh ! if, but only thofe that aftive be,
'^tVQne Ibould thy glory lee, none fliould thy glory fee*

₀^ut if the potter pleafe t'inforrn. the clay:
^rjfo,Tie �roag hand remove the block away :
Their lowly fortunes ('ooq are mounted higher 5
, That proves a veilaj, which before was mire j
^ft,ld this, being, hewn, may ferve fci better ufe than fire,"

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		2l8 Emllems. Book, 4« And if that life-reftoring voice command Dead Laz'ru: forth ; ot that great prophet's hand Should charm the lullen waters, and begin To beckon, or to dart a (lick but in, Dt&aLazrw muft revive, and th' axe mufl float again. Lord,, as I amj T. have no pow'r at all To heat thy voice, or echo to thy call ; The gloomy clouds of mine own guilt benight me ; Thy glorious beams, not dainty 1'weets, invite me , They neither, can direct, nor thel'e at all delight me. See how my fin bemangled body lies, Kbt having pow'r to will, nor will to rife ! Shine home upon thy creature, and infpire My iifelefs will with thy regenerate firs ; The firft degree to do, is only to defire. Give me the pow'r to will, the will to do ; O raife me up, and I will �iive to go : Draw ire, O draw me with thy treble twill, That have no pow'r but meerly to refill ;. O lend mellrengihto do, and then command thy lift ■ My foul's a clock,, whole wheels ("for want of ufe And winding up, being fubject to th' abule Of eating ruii^-want vigour to fulfil Mer twelve hours task, and fhew her maker's .skill, But idly feeps ur.mov'd, and liandeth vainly ftill.. Great God, it is thy work, and therefore good, If thou bepleas'd tocleanfe it with thy bl^od,. And wind it up with thy foul-moving keys, Her'buly wheels mail ferve thee all her days ; ('prail*^?' Her hand lhal! point thy pow'r, her hammer ilriketW'

			S. BEB>

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		Book 4. Emblems.' s-i^ S. BERN. Setm.zr. in Cant. Let us run, let us run lut in the favour of thy ointment, ■not in the confidence of our merits, nor in thegreatnefs of our ftrevgth : we luijl to run, but in the multitude of thy mercies, for though we run and are willing, it is not in him thatwilleth, nor in him that runneth, but in God thatfiew- eth mercy. O let thy mercy return, and we will run : thou, like a Giant, runneft by thy own porvfr \ vre_t unlefs thy eminent breath upnus, cannot run.

			E PIG. 8. Look not, my watch, being once repair'd, to ftand* Expecting motion from thy maker's hand. He 'as wound thee up,and cleans'd thy cogs with blood? If now thy wheels Hand flill, thou art not good.

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		Book 4I Emhlemsl sii IX

			CANTICLES 8. 1. � that thou wert as my br-othery that fucked the breafis of my mother '■, when I fhould find thee without^ I would kifs thee. I- COme, come, my bleffed infant, and immure thee. Within the temple of my facred arms ; Secure mine arms, mine arms ihall then fecure thee From f/etod's fury, or the high prieiVs harais: Or if thy danger'd life fultain a loff, My folded arms {hall turn thy dying crofs. z But ah J what favage tyrant can behold The beauty of fo fweet a face as this is, And not himlelf be by himfelf controul'd, And change his fuiy to a thoufand kiffes ? One liiiile of thine is worth more mines of treafure> Than there were myriads in the days of Cm-far. I O had the tetrarch, as he knew thy birth, So known thy hock, he had not thought to paddle In thy dear blood ; but proftrate on the earth, Had vail'd his crown before thy royal cradle,. And laid the fcepter of his glory down, And beg'd a heav'nly for an earthly crown. Wuilrious

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		2"23 EmUems. Book 4^ 4 llluftrious babe ! how is thy handmaid grac'd With a rich armful ! how dolt thou decline Thy majefty, that wert fo late embrac'd In thy great Father's arms, and now in mine ! How humbly gracious art thou, to refrefh Me with thy fpirit, and affume my flefh.! S But mufl the treafon of a traitor's hail Abufe the fweetnefs of thefe ruby lips ? Shall marble-hearted cruelty affail Thefe al'abailer fides with knotted whips-? And limit thefe failing rotes entertain The blows of fcorn, and flurts of bate difdain ? 6 Ah ! mnft thefe dainty little fprings that twine Sofaft about thy neck, be pierc'U and torn With ragged nails? and mutt thefe brows refign Their crown of' glory for a crown of thorn ? Ah.' mult the blelTed infant talie the pain Of death's injurious pangs -_y nay, woife, be llain ? 7 Sweet babe ! at what dear rates do wretched I Commit a fin ! Lord, ev'ry fin's a dart ; And ev'ry tretpafs lets a jav'lin fly ; And ev'ry jav'lin wounds thy bleeding heart r Pardon, Tweet babe, what I have done amifs ; And leal that granted pardon with a kifs.

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Book 4' Emhkms. 2.23 S. E O N A V E N T. Soliloqu. cap. 1.

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			O facet Jefu, I knew wot that thy Wffes werefo [meet,

	tly fociety fo ddeBahle, nor thy attiaRion fo virtuous: for. when I love thee, I am clean ; when I touch thee, I avi daft ; when I icceive thee, I am a virgin : O vioft [weet Jefu, thy emhraces dtfile not, lut cleanfe ; thy aitraSion folluteth not, lut favBifieih: OJcfu, the fountain of'urn- verfal fweetnefs, pardon me that Ibdnved fo late, that jo much fmetnefs is in thy emhraces.

		E PIG. 9. My burthen's great eft : let not Atlas boaft : 1^ partial reader, judge which bears the moil: He bears but heav'n, my tolded arms fuflain HeaVu's maker, whom heav'n's heav'n cannot contain»

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Book 4^ Emhlems. 2 ij CANTICLES 3; 1. J# my heel ly night I fought him that my foul loveth \ 1 fought him₃ but I found him not* THE learned Cpikk having 'oft the way To honed men, did in tlie height of day, By taper light divide his Heps about The peopled iheets to find this dainty nut; But fail'd : the Cynkk fearch'd not where he ought j The thing lie f�t�ght iv�, Vv-ss net where he fought» The wife men's task feem'd harder to be done, The wife men did by flar-light feek the fun, And found : the wife men fearch'd it where they ought J The thing they hop'd to find was wheie they fought. One feeks his wifhes where he fhould ; but then Perchance he feeks not as he fhould, nor when. Another fearches when he fhould ; but there He fails �, not feeking as he fhould, not where. "Whofe foul defines the good it wants, and would Obtain, mult feek where, as, and when he fhould,. How often have my wild affeftions led My wafted foul to this my widow'd bed, To feek my lover, whom my foul deiires ? (I fpeaknot, Cupid, of thy wanton fires: Thy fires are all but dying fpaiks to mine ; My flames are full of heav'n, and all divine) How often have I fought this bed by .ight, T,o find that greater by this lefl'er light �

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		²³^ � Emblems. Book 4. How oft have my unwitnefs'd groans lamented Thy dearefi abtence ! ah ! how often vented The bitter tempefts of defpairing breath, And toft my foul upon the waves of death ! How often has my melting heart made choice Of filent tears (tears louder than a voice) To plead my grief, and woo thy abfent ear ! And yet thou wilt not come, thou wilt not hear. * 0 is thy wonted love become fo cold ? Or do mine eyes notfeek thee where they fhould ? Why do I feek thee, if thou art not here I Or find thee not, if thou art ev'ry where ? 1 fee my errour, 'tis not flrange I could not Find out my love : I fought him where I (liould not. Thou art not found in downy beds of eafe ; Alas! thy mufick firikes on harder keys : Kor art thou found by that fa He feeble light Of nature's candle ; our Egyptian night Is more than common darknefs; nor can we, Expect a morning but what breaks from thee. Well may my empty bed bewail thy lofs, When thou art lodg'd upon thy lhameful crofs : If thou refufe to fhare a bed with me, We'll never part, I'll fhare a crofs with thee,

			ANSE'LM.

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		Book 4. Er/iHems. 227 ANSELM. ii\ Protolog. i. Lord, if thou art not prefent, where flail I feek thee al- fent ? if ever) where, why do I not fee thee prefent I thou dwdleft in light inacceffible ; and where is that inacceffible,. light ? or how fh all I have accefs to light inaccejfiblet Ibe- fecch thee-, Lord, teach vie to fetk thee, andfiew thy felf to the feeker\ becaufe I can neither [eek thee, uv.lef; thou teach me ; nor find thee, unlefs thou jbew thy felf to me : let me feek thee in defuing thee, and defire thee infeeking thee: let me find thee in loving thee, and love thee in finding thee.

			E P I G. 10. Where fhould thdu feek for reft, but in thy bed ? &ut now thy reft is gone, thy reft is fled i 'Tis vain to feek him there : my foul, be wife j Go ask thy fins, they'll tell thee where he lies.

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Book 4. Emblems. 22jj XI. CANTICLES 3. 2. -I mill rife., and ga ahout the city, and will feek him that my fcul loveth : I fought him_} b/^t I found him not.

	DHow 017 difappointed foiiPs pefplext! (bread! How leftlefs thoughts fwarm in my troubled How vainly pleas'd with hopes, then crcfly vext With fears! and how betwixt them both diiheft! What place is left unranfack'd ? oh ! where next Shall I go feek the author of my Teft * Of what blefs'd angel fhall my lips enquire The undifcovei'd way to that entire . And eveilaiting folace of my heart's defire I

		Look how the flikken hart that wounded flies O'er hills and dales, and feeks the lower grounds For running itreams, the whilft his weeping eyes Beg filent mercy from the foll'wing hounds; At length, emboli-, he droops, drops down, and lies Beneath the burthen of his bleeding wounds : ■Ev'n lo my gafping foul, difiolv'din tears, Dathfearch for thee,my God, whofe deafen'd ears, �Leave me the unranfom'd pris'ner to my paniek fears.

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		2jo Emblems. Book 4. 3 - Where have my bufy eyes not pry'd ? O where, Of whom hath not my thred-bare tongue demanded .<" I fenrch'd this glorious-city ; he's not here: I fought the Country ; fheitands empty-handed ; I fearc'n'd thecouit ; he is a (tranger there: I ask'd the land; he's ihip'd : the lea ; he's landed : 1 climb the air, my thoughts began t'afpire ; But ah .' th« wings of my too bold defue, Soaring too near the Sun, were findg'd withfaered ::\re. 4 1 mov'd the merchant's ear, alas! but he Knew neither what I faid, nar what to fay J I ask'd the lawyer, he demands a fee, And then demurs me with a vain delay : I ask'd the fchoolman, his advice was free, �But fcor'd me out to intricate a way : I ask'd the watch man (belt of all the four j "Whofe gentle anfwer could refolve no more, But that he lately left him at the temple-door. S Thus having fought, and made my great inqueft In ev'ry place, and learch'd in ev'ry ear: I threw me on my bed,; but ah ! my reft Was poifon'd with th' extreams of gtief and fear i Where looking down into my troubled breaft, The magazine of wounds, I found him there : Let others hunt, and inew their (portful art; I wifh to catch the hare before fhe (last, As poachers ufe to do j heav'n's form's a noubled heart.

			"'S. AMBRQS.

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		"Ook 4. Emblems. ' 23-s S. AMBROS.Iib. 3. de Virg. , Chrijl h not in the market, nor in the flreets : for Chrijl * .peace, in the maiket are Jlrifes : Chrijl isjujlice, in the §&tket is iniquity : Christ is a labourer, in the market is wleiiefs : Chrijl is charity, in the marketis f ander : Chrijl J; faith, in the market is fraud. Let us 7i9t therefore f eek ^�"fijl, where we cannot find Chrijl, S. H I E R O M. Eer. 9. Ep. 22, ad EufiocrJ. L, Jefjs is jealous: he will not have thy face feen: let foolijh thoa'd, Uek thou >h love (it hi

			, . EPIG. i�. ^ ^hlt, loft'thy love I will neither bed nor board receive him ? not by tears to be fmplor'd ? j p^1s the Ihip that moves, and not the eoaft ; '^eai"> I fear, my foul, 'tis thou ait loll. L

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		Book 4. Emhlemsi 233 XII. CANTICLES 3. 3,4; flave you feen him whom wy foul loveth .* When I had paft a little from them, then- I found him, I took hold on him_i and left him not. 1 WHat fecret corner ? what unwonted way Has fcap'd the ranfack of my rambling thought ? 'he fox by night, nor the dull owl by day. Have never learch'd thofe places I have [ought. Whilft they lamented, abfence taught my breaffc . The ready road to grief, without requeft ; "ly day had neither comfort, nor my night had reft, t, >"■'■' ^q°w hath my unregarded language vented >,The fad tautologies of lavifh paflion ! W often have I languifn'd unlamented ! How oft have I complain'd, without companion ? I ask'd the city- watch, but fome deny'd me (mi* j ^ The common ilreet, whiill others' would mifguide °»«e would debar me; tome divert me j fome deride rr.ee ^ark how the widow'd turtle, having loft (j The faithful partner of her loyal heart, 'fetches her feeble wings from coaft to coaft, Hunts ev'ry path ; thinks ev'iy {hade doth part Her abfent love and her; at length, unfped, . She re-betakes her to her lonely bed, ^nd there bewails her everlafting widow-head, L 2. Ss

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		234 Emh�eml, Book 4» 4 -So when my foul hadprogrefl ev'ry place, That love and dear affection could contrive, 1 threw me on my couch, refolv'd t'embrace A death for him in whom T ceas'd to live : But there injurious Hymen did prefent His landskip joys ; my pickled eyes did vent Full �reams of briny tears, tears never to be fpent» 5 Whilft thus my forrow-wailing foul was feeding Upon .the rad'cal humour of her thought, Ev'j! whilft mine eyes were blind, & heart was bleediiijf» He that was fought unfound, was found, unfought � < As if the fun fnould dart his orb of light Into the fecrets of the black-brow'd night-: Ev"n to appear'd my love, my lole, my foul's, deljght. 6 O how mine eyes, now ravifh'd at the fight Of my bright fun, fhot flames of equal fire � Ah I how my foul diffolv d with o'er delight, To re-enjoy the crown of chaft defire ! Haw fov'reign joy depos'd and difpoffeft Rebellious grief.' and how my ravifh'd brea'ft�J But who can exprefs thofe heights, that cannot be eJj (piefl ^{7 O how thefi arm?, thefe greedy atms did twine, And ftrongly twift about his yielding waift! e fappy branches of the Thefpian* vine, * '.Ne'er cling'd thiir lefs beloved elm fofafl.; Biaft ",ot thy flames,blind boy, thy feather'd fto' ' 1 H pen's eafy fnarls be quite forgot ■: (kn"¹' Xiis.e {«HlK�t yutncii our fires, nor death diffolve o^v'

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		Book 4^ . Emhlems, ajj O RIG. Horn, io.in diveif. O moil, holy Lord, and fweetefl mafter, how good art than to tbofe that are of upright heart, and humble fpirit ' O how ' flejfed are they that jeek thee with a jimple heart ! howhaf- Ty 'that tiufl in thee ! it is a mosl certain truth, that then lovejl all that hve thee, and never for f ok?ft thofe that trujl in thee : fur behold thy love/imply fought thee, and un- doubtedly found thee : fie tru/led in thee, and is not forfalien of thee, but hath obtained more by thee, than /he epcj>e8e& from thee. BE DA in cap. 3. Cant. tl>e lomer I was in finding whm I fought, the mors taruejlly I held Mm king found,

			E PIG. ft; ^hat ? found him out ? let flrong embraces bind him j' He'll fly perchance, where tears can never find hiriK ^ew fins will lofe, what old repentance gains* Wifdom not only gets, but got retains. L 3

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Book 4. Emblems. 237 XIII. PSALM 73.-28. It-is good for me to draw near to God, 1 have fut voy trufl in the Lord God, WHera is thatgood, which wife-men pleafe to call Thechiefeft ? doth there any fuch befai Within man's teach ? or is there fuch a good at all ? ; IF fuch there be, it neither muft expire, a Nor change j than which there can. be nothing high'r: ^uch good muft be the utter point of man's defue. It is the mark, to which all hearts muft tend ; wCin be defued for no other end, ■Than for it felf, on which all other goods depend. \Vhat may this excellent be ? doth it fubfift A real effence clouded in the raift W curious art, or clear to ev'ry eye that lilt ? Or is't a tart idea, to procure v An edge, and keep the prattick foul in ure, -ike thar dear chymick dull, or puzzling quadrature ? Where fhall I feek this good ? where fhall I find This cath'lick pleafure, whofe extieams may bind My thoughts ? and fill the gulf of my infatiate mind ? Lies it in tieafure ? in full heaps untold ? Doth gouty Mammon's* griping hand infold This facred fain tin facred fhrines of fov'reign gold ?

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		238 Emblems-. Book 4» No, no, fhe lies not there ; wealth often fours In keeping ; makes us hers, in feeming ours ; She Hides from heav'n indeed,butnot in Danae's fhow'fS Lives fhe in honour ? no. The royal crown Builds up a creature, aud then batters down: Kings raife thee with a fmile,&raze thee with a frown» In pleafure ? no. Pleafure begins in rage $ Ai�i the fool's part on earth's uncertain Uage ; Begins the play in youth, and epilogues in age. Thefe, t-hef� are bafrard goods; the belt of thefe Torment the (oul xvith pleafing it; and pleafe, Like waters gulp'd in fevers, with deceitful eafe.. Earth's flatt'ring dainties are butfweet diftreffes: Mole hills perform the mountains the profeifes, iCTas-! can earth confer more good than earth pofl'efles/ Mount, mount, my foul, and let- my thoughts cafnief Earth's vain delights, and make thy full career At heav'n's eternal joys ; flop, Hop, thy courfer there. There fhall thy foul poffefs uncareful treafure, There (halt thou fwiia in never-fading pleafure : And blaze in honour far above the frowns of C&far, Lord, if my hope dare let her anchor fall On thee, the chiefeft good, no need to call �'or earth's inferiour trafli j thou, thou ait all in all»

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I follow this thing, I purfue that, lut I am filled with

toothing. But when I found thee, who Art that immutable,

undivided, and only good in thy felf, what I obtained, I

' Wanted not; for what I obtained not, I grieved not i with

^what I was pojfeft, my whole defire was fatisfied.

S. BERK. Ser. 9. fup. Beati qui habent, &o>

Let others pretend merit ; let him brag of the burtheft
of the day ; let him boajl of Ins fab bath f aft s, and let him
glory that he is not as other men : but for me, it is good to
^che.ve unto the Lord, and to pit my truft in my Lord God,

E PIG, 15

^et Boreas' blafb, and Neptune's waves be join'tfj,
i«y JB&lus commands the waves, the wind :
�"ear not the rocks or world's imperious waves ;
*ho«. «limb'ft a lock, my foul, a rock that faves.'

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Book 4. Emllems. 241

XIV.

CANTICLES 2. 3:

I fat under his (hadovo with great delight, and
his fruit was f weet to my tafte*

LOok how the fneep, whofe rambling fieps do ftray
Fiom the fafe blefTuig of her fhepherd's eyes,
�tt-loon becomes the unprotected prey

To the wing'd fquadron of beleag'iing flies ;
where fweltei'd with the fcorching beams of day,
She frisks fro.n bufh to brake, and wiljly flies away
From her own felf, ev^ii �f her felf afraid ;
She fhrouds her troubled brows in ev^Jry gkde,
And craves the mercy of the foft removing fhade,

*-v'n fo my wand'ring foul, that hath digreft
From her great fhepherd, is the hourly prey
■^f all my fins j thefe vultures in my breait

Gripe my Promethean heart; both night and day
* hunt from place to place, but find no reit;
I know not where to go, nor where to llay :
The eye of vengeance burns, her fl»rjaes invade
_v My fwelt'iing foul : my foul hath oft affay'd,

Yet Ihe can find no fhroud, yet can ihe feel no ihade ?

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		342 Emblems. Book 4. 3 I fought the fhades of mirth, to wear away My flow-pac'd hours of foul-confuming grief j I fearch'd the {hades of fteep, to eafe my day Of griping farrows with a night's reprieve. 1 fought the fhades of death ; thought there t'allay My final torment's with a,full relief: But mirth, nor fleep, nor death, can hide my hours» In the, falfe fhades of their deceitful bow'rs ; Ihe iirft diftracts, the next dillurbs, the laft devours. 4 "Where ft all I turn ? towhom fhall I apply ma ? Are there no ilreams where a faint foul may wade i Thy God-head, Jefus, are the flames that fry me j. Hath thy all-gloiious Deity ne'er a fhade, Where I may frt and vengeance never eye me, Where I might fit refiefh'd or unafraid ? Is there no comfort ? is there no refedion ?" Is there no cover that will give protection T~ a fainting foul, the fubjscf. of thy wrath's reflection J S JLook up, my foul, advance the lowly flature Of thy lad thoughts; advance thy humble eye;: See, here's a fhadow found : the humane nature Is made-the umbrella to the Deity, io catch the fun-beams of thy juft creator: Beneath this covert thou may'11 fafely lie : Fermit thine eyes to climb this fruitful tree,. As-quick Zlcheus did, and thou (halt fee A cloud of dying flsih betwixt thofs beams and thee».

			GU1L

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		Book 4. Emblems. z$y G U I L. in cap 1. Cant. Who can endure the fierce rays of the fun of juflice? who Shall not be confumed by hh beams :, therefore the fun of juflice took fiepy that, through the conjunSion of that fun and this humane body, a Jbadow may be made. S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 37. Lord, let my foul flee from the f cor cling thoughts of the world, under the covert of thy wings, that being refrefied by ,■ the moderation ofthyfbadotr, fie may fng merrily, . In feasz &ill I lay me down and re/?.v

			EPIG. 14; Ah!' treach'foiis foul, would not thy pleafuresgive That Lord, which made the living, leave to live ? See what thy fins have done : thy fins have made She fun of glory now become thy fhade,

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	JfotvJhaM niejing the Jong ofth n& in ajlranqc L and.
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		Book 4.' *Emhlems.* 345 XV. PSALM 137. 4^ How /hall we fing the fong of the Lord in a . Jlrange land ? URge me no more : this airy mirth belongs To better times : thefe times are not for fongs. Tne fprightly twang of the melodious lute Agrees not with my voice : and both unfuit My untun'd fortunes : the affected meafure Of ftrains that are conilrain'd, afford no pleafure. Muuck\s the child of mirth ; where griefs affail The troubled foul, both voice and fingers fail: - Letfuch as revel out their lavith days, In honourable riot ; that can raife Dejeded hearts, and conjuie up a fp'rit Of madnefs by the magick of delight ; Let thofe of Cupid's hofpital, that lie Impatient patients to a tiniling eye, That cannot reft, until vain 'Hope beguile Their fljttei'd torment with a wanton 1'mile: Let fuch redeem their peace, and falve the wrongs Of froward fortune with their froliek fongs : My grief, my grief's too great foi fmiling eyes To cure, or counter charms to exorcife. The raven's difmal croaks, the midnight howls Of empty wolves mixt with the fcieech of owls, The nine fad knolls of a dull paffing bell, ."With the loud language of a nightly knell,

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		34^ Emhlems. Book 4^ And horrid outcries of revenged crimes,- Join'd in a medley's mufkkfor thefe times ; Thele are no times to touch the merry firing Of Orpheus ; no, thefe are no times to fing. Can hide bound pris'ners, that have fpent their fouls, And famifh'd bodies in the noifome holes Of hell-black dungeons, apt their rougher thoughts, Grown hoarl'e with begging alms, to warble notes I Can the fad pilgrim, that hath loft his way In the vafl defart ; there condemn'd a prey To the wild fubjeft, or his favage king, Rouze up his palfy-fmitten fp'rits, and fing? Can I a pilgrim, and a pris'ner too, Alas ! where lam neither known, nor know Ought but my torments, an unranfom'd ftranger In this itrange climate, in a land of danger.'' O, can my voice be pleafant, or my hand, Thus made a pris'ner to a foreign land 'i How can my mufick relifh in your ears, That cannot fpeak for (obs, nor ling for tears? Ah! if my voice could, Orpheus-like, unfpel My poor Eurydice, my lbul, from hell Of earth's mifconftru'd heav'n, O, then my breafl Should warble airs, whole rhapfodies fhould feail The ears of feraphims, and entertain Heav'n's higher! Deity with their lofty drain ; A itrain well dreiich'd in the true Tbefpian well, Till then, satth's feroiquaver, mirth, farev/el.

			S. AUGUST,

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		Book 4, Emhlems. . 2-47 S. AUGUST.. Med. cap. 3?. O infinitely happy are thofe heavenly virtues,yahich are alle to praife thee in holinefs and purity, with cxcejjlve fweetnefs, and unutterable exaltation f from thence they praife thee, fom whence they rijoice, becaufe they continually fee for vehat thiy rejoice, for what they praife thee : but we, prefs'd down with this burthen of fiefh, far removed from thy coun- tenance in this pilgrimage, and blown up with wordly vani- ties, cannot worthily praife thee : we praife thee by faith j iiot face to face ; but thofe avgelkal fpirits praife thee face, to face, and not by faith.

			E PIG. if. Did I refufe to fing ? faid I, thef_e t^rm<>.s "Were not for fangs ? nor mufick for thefe dimes � It was my errour: are not groans and tears Harmonious-ruptures in the Almighty's ears $

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			THE

		FIFTH BOOK. I; CANTICLES. 5. 8. t charge yott) 0 daughters of Jerufalem^ if youfind my hkved_% that you tell him that lamfick of love,

	YOU holy virgins, that fo oft furround The city's fappire walls, whofe fnowy feat Meafure the pearly paths of ('acred ground, And trace the new Jemfahni!, j.fper �reet j Ah ! you whofe caif ' aken hearts are crown'd With you. !>-� i : that enjoy the fweet Of all ■■<■ . ; :i e'�r you chance to fpy M5 e, O tell him that I lie (eye» Deep-wounded with the flames that furnac'd from his

I charge you, virgins, as you hope to hear The heav'nly mufick of your lover's voice \, I charge you by the folewn faith you bear To pMghted vws, and to that loyal choice Of your affections, or, if ought move dear You hold \ by Hymen, by your marriage joys, 1 charge you tell him, that a flaming dart, Shot from his eye, hath piere'd my bleeding heart, And I am lick of love, and languifn in my fmart. Tell

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		2) o Emllems. Book 5". Tell h�ra, O tell him, how my panting braad Is fcorch'd with flaxes, and how my foul is pin'd 5 Tell him, O tell him, how I lie oppreit With the full torments of a troubled mind j O tell him, tell him, that he loves injeft, But I in earned ; tell him he's unkind : But if a difcontented frown appears Upon his angry brow, accoll his ears With toft and fewer words, and act the ied in tear?. 4 O tell him, that his cruelties deprive My foul of peace, while peace in vain die feeks j Tell him, thole damask rofes that did drive With white, both fade upon my fallow cheeks ; Tell him, no token doth proclaim I live, But tears, and fighs, and fobs, and fudden fhrieks; Thus if your piercing words fhould chance to bore His heark'ning ear, and move a figh, giveo'er. To fpeak j and tell him, tell him that � could nu more» % If your elegious breath fhould hap to rouze A happy tear, dole harb'ring in his eye, Then urge his plighted faith, the facred vows» Which neither I can break, nor he deny ; Bewail the torment of his loyal fpoufe, That fqr his fake would make a fport to die : O b'effed virgins, how my paffion tires Beneath the burthen of her fond defires.' Heav'n never fhot fuch flames,earth never felt fuch fires!

			5.-AUGUST,

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		Book 5. Emhlems. 251 S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 40. What fiall I fay I what fpall I do ? whither fh all I go ? where /hall I feeklnml or'when fpall I find him < wham fiall I ask ? who will tell my beloved that Iamfick of lovei G U L I E L. in cap. j. Cant. I live, hit not 1: it is my beloved that liveth in me : T love my Jelf, not with my own love, but with the love of my beloved that loveth me : I love not my f elf in my felf,\ but my f el f in him, and him in me.

			E PIG. f. Grieve not, ifty foul, nor let thy love wax faint : . "Weep'ft thou to lofe the caiife of thy complaint ? He'll come ; love ne'er was bound to times nor Jaws � Till then thy tears complain without a. caufe»

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252 "Emhlems. II.
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	Stay me mtk?U>we*s;Ccmffrtmee 01th Jftlxs.fclamjicl of hue Cant: 1 - _r.

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		Book $. Emblems. 25*3 II. CANTICLES 2. ₅. Stay me with flowers, and comfort -me with apples, for I am feck of love.

		O Tyrant love! how doth thy fov'reign pow'r Subject poor fouls to thy imperious thrall ! They fay, thy cup's compos,'d of fweet and four ; They fay, thy diet's honey mixt with gall ; How comes it then to pafs, thefe lips of ours Still trade in bitter; taile no fweet at all ? O tyrant Jove ! fhall our perpetual toil Ne'er find a fabbath to refrefh a while Our drooping fouls ? art thou all frowns,& ne'er a fmile ?

			Vou bleffed maids of honour, that frequent The royal courts of our renown'd Jehove, With flow'rs reftore my fpirits faint and fpent; O fetch me apples from love's fruitful grove, To cool my palate, and renew my fcent, For I am lick, for I am fick of love : Thefe will'revive my dry, my wafted pow'rs, And they will fweeten my unfav'ry hours ; Refrefh me then with fruit,and comfort me with flow'rs. O

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	� bring me apples to affwage that fire, Which, Aitna-Wkz, inflames my flaming breaft ; Kor is it ev'ry apple I defire. Nor that whkh pleafes ev'ry palate bed': 'Tis not the laliing deuzin 1 requite, �Kor yet the red- cheek'd queening I requeft : Kor that which firft beihrew'd the -name of wife, Kor that whole beauty caus/d the golden ftrife j Ko, no, bring mean apple from the tree of life.

Virgins, tuck up your filken laps, and fill ye With the fair wealth of Flora's magazine- j The puryle violet, and the pale-fac'd lilly■■: The pancy and the organ colombine ; The flowering thyme, the gilt bowl daffadily-; The lowly pink, the lofty eglantine : The bluihiiig role, the queen of flower's, and beft Of Flora's beauty ; but above the reit, Let Je^e'sfovereign flow'r perfume my qualming breaft. 5 Hafte, virgins, hafte, for I lie weak, and faint Beneath the pangs of love ; why Hand ye mute, As if you'r lilence neither car'd to grant, Kor yet your language to deny my luit ? -Ko key can lock the door of my complaint, Until I fmell this flow'r, Or tarte that fruit. Go, virgins, leek this tree, and fearch that bow rj O, how my foul fhall blefs that'happy hour, That brings to me 1'uch fruit, that brings me t'uch f (flow'r! GISTEN.

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Emblems. S^y

GISTEN, in cap. -z. Cant. Expof. 5.

. O happy ficknefs, where the infirmity is not to deathJmt to
'/e, that God may be glorified by it! O happy fever, that pro-
^cjedetfj not from a confuming. but a calcining fit e ! O happy
^Wemper, wherein the foul relifbeth no eanhly things, but
^'ly favour e th divine nourifmnent!

S. BERN. Serm. 51. in Cant.

By flowers, underftand faith ; by fruit, good works: Asths
■flower or blnjfom is before the f uit, fo is faith before good
^to°ifej.- fo neither is the fruit without the flower, nor good,
*°>ks without faith.

E P I G. i.

V^ay apples, O my foul ? can they remoVs
> ^^e pains of grief, or eafe the flames of love ?

that fruit which gave the firfl cffence j

f� iu him hither; thatremov'd him htn*e.
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		My bt(laved is mini and I am hu, hu-ficedcth amorwth LilU&Cant.i..to'.

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		Wk j. Emblems.* 35 7 III. CANTICLES 2. 16. "ty leloved is mine^ and I am his \ he feed* eth among the lillies.

	P V'n like two little bank-dividing brooks, �J-^i That wafh the pebbles with their wanton flreams, "�rid having rangM and fearch'd a thoufand nook?, I Meet both at length in filver brea�ed Thames, « Where in a greater current they conjoin : *^Q I my belt beloved's am 5 fo he is mine.

^'n fo we met ; and after long purfuit, � \, Ev'n fo we join'd, we both became entire 5 "^^Q need for either to renew a fuit, For I was flax, and he was flames of fire. & Our firm united fouls did more than twine ; ⁰1 my beft. beloved's am ; fo he is mine. all thofe glitt'iing monarchs that command 'jji/he fertile quarters of this earthly ball, ^ould tender, in exchange, their (hares of land, * would not change my fortunes for them all .* v. Their wealth is but a counter to my coin ; ^fts world's but theirs \ Uut my beloved's m.ne.

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		956 Emhlems. Book -J* 4 Nay, more ; if the fair Tlefpian ladies all Should heap together their diviner treafure, That treafure fhould be deem'd a price too frntll To buy a minute's leafe of half my pleafure j 'Tis not the facred wealth of all the nine Can buy my heart from him, or his from being mine. 5 Nor time, nor place, nor chance, nor death can bow My lealt defines unto the leall remove ; He's firmly mine by oath ; I his by vow ; He's mine by faith 5 and I am his by love ; He's.mine by water; I am his by wine ; Thus I my beft beloved's am j thus he is mine. 6 He is mine altar ; I, his holy place; I am his gueit; and he my living food ; I'm his by penitence ; he mine by grace 5 I'm his by purchale ; he is mine by blood ; He's myfupportirg elm : and I his vii.e : Thus I my beft beloved's am. j thus he is mine. 7 He gives me wealth, I give him all my vows : I give him fongs ; he gives me lengthof days : With wreath's of grace he crowns my conqu'iing broV'^s' And I his temples with a crown of praile, Which he accepts; an everlafling lign, That I my beft beloved's am ; that he is mine.

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Emhiems*
S. AUGUST. Manu. cap. 24.

>§9

0 my foul, flampt with the image of thy God, love him of
Horn thou art fo much beloved : bend to him that boweth to
thee, f eek him that feeketh thee : love the lover, by whofe
love thou art prevented, begin the caufe of thy lope : be care-
ful with thofe that are careful, want with thofe that want ;
h clean with the chan, and holy with the holy : choofe this
fiend above all friends, who when all are taken away, re-
haineth only faithful to thee: in the day of thy burial,when-
all leave thee, he will not deceive thee, but defend tkefiom?
the roaring lions prepared for their prey.

E pig. �;

^ing, Hymen, to my foul: what, loft and found?
tyelcom'd, efpous'd, enjoy'd fo foon and crown'd '.
�^e did but climb the crofs, and then came down
*o th' gates of hell : triumph'd, and fetch'd a crown.
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	7am mif hlcpeds v lut !Pzsire tr tpwatdr nee-. Cant:sis �,?■?

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			"Ook f. Emhlems, 2�� IV. CANTICLES 7. to.' lam my beloved7$ and his defue is towards mi. »�■ I Like to the arflick needle, that doth guide The wand'ring ihade by his magnedek pow% <Wik leaves his filken gnomon to decide jj,.�he queliion of ..the controverted hour, ^firfl franticks up and down from fide to fide, And refllefs beats his cryftal'd iv'ry cafe, With vain impatience jets from place to place,. ^*nd leeks the bofom of his frozen bride, j,. At length he"flacks his motion, and doth reft "'s trembling point at his bright pole's beloved breaft».

		"v'n fo my foul, being hurried here and there, jByev'ry object that prefents delight, ain would be fettled, but Ihe knows not where ;. ^ She likes at morning what ihe loaths at night : "he bows to honour; then ihe lends an ear^ To thar tweet f wan-like voice of dying pleafure, . Then tumbles in the fcattei'd heaps of treafure j ^ow flatteiM with falfe hope ; now foil'd with fear: j, Thus finding all the world's delight to be °Ut empty toys, good God, ihe points alone to thee. M.\|. *V Belt

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		2o2 EmUews. Book j' 3 But hath the virrued fleet a power to move ? - Or can the untouch'd needle point aright ? Or can my wand'ring thoughts forbear ro rove, Uiiguided by the virtue of thy fp'rit ? O hath my leaden foul the art t' improve Her wailed talent, and, unrais'd, al'pire In this fad moulting time of her defire ? Not fiiit belov'd have I the power to love ; I cannot llir, but as thou pleafe to move me, Kot can my heart return thee love, until thou love me» 4 The �lillcommandrefs of the filent night Boriuws her beams f'om her bright brother's eye j; His fair afpect fills her (harp horns with light, If he withdraw, her flames ate quench'd and die : Ev'n To the beams of thy enlight'ning fp'rit,. Infus'd and (hot into my dark defire,. Inflame my thoughts, and fill my loul with fire, That 1 am ravifn'd with a new delight; But if thou ihroud thy face, my glory fades, And I remain a nothing, all compos'd of (hades,. J Eternal God ! O thou that only art The facred fountain of eternal light, And bleiTed load-flone of my better part,. � thou, my heart's defire, my foul's delight ! Rcfkft upon my foul, and touch my heart, And then my heart (In 11 prize no good above thee f And then my foul (hall know thee ; knowing,love And then my trembling thoughts (hall never dart (thee j From thy commands, or fwerve the leaf! degiee, Or once prelume to move, but as they move in thee.

			S. AUGUST.

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			Book- 5. Emllewis. 263 S. A TJG UST. Med. cap. 10. If man can love man with fo entire afei�ion, that the ?«e can fcarce brook the other's ahfence ; if a bride can be pined to her bride-groom with fo great an ardency of mind, that for the extremity oflovejhe can enjoy norefl, nor fuffer his ahfence without great anxiety, with what affettion, with rohat fervency ought the foul whom thou haft efpoufedhy faith «nd companion, to love thee her true God, and glorious hide* groom f

		E PIG. 4. �ty foul, thy love is dear: 'twas thought a good ^"d eaiie pen'worth of thy faviour's blood : �^ut be not proud : all matters lightly fcann'j,'' *Vas over-bought: 'twis foldar, fecond iiaud. M J

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	Book $. Emllems. 26$ V. CANTICLES s- 6. My foul melted whzlft my helovedfpake.

			ORD, has the feeble voice of flefh and blood Thepow'rto work thine ears into a fioud
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�Of melted mercy'? or the firength t' unlock �he gates of heav'ri, and {o diffolve a rock Of marble clouds into a morning ihow'r f Or hath the breath of whining duff the pow'r Jo flop or fnatcha falling thunder-bolt srom thy fierce hand, and make thy hand revolt¹ 'torn refolure confufion, and inftead Of vials, pour full bleffiigs on our head ? Or (hall the wants of famifh'J ravens cry, ^nd move thy mercy to a quick fupply ? °r (hall the filent fuits of drooping flow'rs, w_0a thee for drops, and be refreuVd v» ith fhcw'rs ? Abs ! what marvei then, great God, what wonder, '^f thy hell roufmg voice, tMt In'uts in furider ^ue brazen portals of eternal death �, .What wonder if that life-reftoriiig breath 5hich dragg'J me from th'infernal (hades of night, . pould melt my ravifh'J foul with o'er delight i !~ Cin my frozsn gutters choofe but run, f hat feel the Warmth of t'uch a glorious fun ? Rethinks his language, like a flaming arrow, °°th pierce my bones,and melts their wounded marrow.

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		266 Emlkrns. Book 5:. Thy flames, O Cupid, (though the joyful heart Feels neither tang of grief, nor fears the fir.art Of jealous doubts, but drunk with full de(ires-) Are torments, weigh'd with thele celeltial fires ; Pl�afures thatravimin fo high a meafure, That O I languifh in excels of pleafure : What ravi�Yd heart that feels theie melting joys, "Would not defpife and loath the tieach'rous toys Of dunghil earth ? what foul would not be proud Of wry-mouth'd fconis, the worft that flefh and blood Had rancour to devife ? who would not bear The world's derifion with a thankful ear ? "What palate would refufe full bowls of fpigh-t, To gain a minute's tafteof fuck delight ? Great fpring of light, in whom there is no (hade,, But what my interpofed fins have made ; "Whofe marrow-melting fires admit no fcreen But what my own rebellions put between Their precious flames and my obdurate ear -_y Difperfe this plague-diililling cloud, and clear My mungy foul into a glorious day : Tranfplant this fcreen, remove this bar away j Then, then my fluent foul fhall feel the fires Of thy fweet voice, and my diflolvM defires Shall tuin a lov'reign balfam, to make whole Thofe wounds my lias infliiled on thy fouk

			S, AUGUST.

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		Bock �. Emllems. s�y S. AUGUS T.. Soliloqu. cap. 34. What fire is this that fo warmeth my heart f what light is this that f0 enlightnetbmy foul ? O fire, that always burneft, and never goefi out, kindle me: 0.light., which ever Jhinejl, and at t never dat kened. illuminate me : 0 that I had my heat Pom thee, 1110ft holy fie } how fweetly doft thou hum ? how Secretly doft thou jbine ? how defiredly dost thou infiame me J* S. BONAVENT. Stim. arsons cap. 8. It maketh God man, and man God ; things temporal, eter- nal � mortal, immortal; it maketh an enemy, a fit iend ; a Servant, a fion ; vile things, gloiious ; cold hearts, fiery \ °nd hard things_} liquid.

			z p IG. $: My foul, thy gold is tiue, but full of drofs 1 �hy faviour's breath refines thee with fome lofs His gentle furnace makes thee pure as true ; *hm» muil be melted ere th'ait call a-new.

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	Book j» Emllems. 269 VI.

PSALM 73. 25-. Whom have J in heaven hut thee ? and what defire I on earth in refpeft of thee ? 1 �Love (and have fome caufe to love) the earth r She is my maker's creature ; therefore good : She is my mother, for fhe gave me birth ; - She is my tender nurfe; fhe give? me food : But what's a creature, Lord, compar'd with thee ? Or what's my mother, or my nutfe to me .* z I love the air, her dainty fweets refrefh My drooping foul, anr¹ ro new fweets invite me ; lier fhrill-mouth'd chains luflain me with their flefn, And with their Poiyphonian notes delight me : But what's the air, or all the fweets, that fhe Can blefs my foul withal, compar'd to thee i I love the fea .� {he is my fellow-creature, My careful purveyor ; fhe provides me fiore : She walls me :oun ; fhe makes my diet greater ; She watts my treaf�re from a foreign fhore : But, Lord of ocea/is, when compai'd with thee, .What is the ocean, or lier wealth to me ? To

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		S70 Bmhlems. Book 5« 4 To heavVj high city I direct my journey, "Whole fpangled fuburbs entertain mine eye ; Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney, Tranfcends the cryilal pavement of the skie : But what is heav'n, great God, compar'd to thee? Without thy prefence heavVrno heav'11 tome, 5 ^: "Without thy prefence earth gives no refe&ion ; "Without thy prefence fea affords no treafure } "Without thy prefence air's a rank infeclion ; "Without thy prefence heav'n it itli'i nopleafure ; If not poffefs'd, if not enjoy'd in thee, "What's eafth, or lea, or air, or heav'n to me ? ! *⁶ .* The higheft honours that the world can boafly Are fubjeilsfar too low for my defvre ; The brighteft beams of glory are (at mofi) But dying fparkles of thy living fire : The proude� flames that earth can kindle, be But nightly gloe-woims if compar'd to thee. 7 Without thy prefence, wealth are bags of cares j ■ Wifdom, but folly ; joy, difquiet, fadnefs: Friendihip is treafon, and delights are fnaies ; FJeafure's but pain, and miiib but pleafwg madnefss Without thee, Lord, things be not what they be, liot have their being, when compar'd with thee. 8 In having all things, and not thee, what have I ? Not having thee, what have my labours got ? Let me enjoy but thee, what farther crave I ? And having thee alone, what have I not ? I wi(h uor fea, nor land ; nor would I be Poffeft of heav'n, heav'n unpoffefr. of thee. BONA-

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		Book 5". Emblems, 27 � BONAVENT, Soliloqu. cap.-1. Alas � my God, now I undaRavd (but Ihtfb to confefs) that the beauty if thy creatures hath deceived mine eyes, and I have not ohferved that thou ait m-re a'imable than all the features ; to which thou hajl communicated but one drop of thy inejlimable beauty : for who hath adorned the heavens with flats ? who hath Jloied the air with fowl, the waters' with fifb, the earth with plants and fioweis f but what ait ill theft but a f mall [f ark of divine beauty. S..CHR Y. Horn. 5. in Ep. ad Rom. In having nothing I have all things, hecavfe 1'bant Chrijl, Having therefore all things in him, Ifetk no other rmard ^ &» he U the ttnmrfal remid,

		epic e. who would not throw his better thoughts about hirr?* ^ud fcorn this drofs within him ; that, without him? j~,^aft up, my foul, thy clearer eye ; behold, *' thou be fully melted, there's the mould.

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		Emllems. VII.
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		�ook 5". EmllemS: 273 VII. PSALM 120. $: Woe is we, that I remain in Mejheck, and dwell in the tents of Kedar J IS nature's courfe diffolv'd ? doth time» glafs fund? Or hath feme frolick heart let back the hand Or fates perpetual clock ? will't never ihike Is crazy tine grown lazy, faint or fick, With very age ? or hath that great pair-royal Of adamantine fiflers late made trial Of foine new trade ? (lull mortal hearts grow old I» Corrow ? fhall my weary arms infold, And under piop my panting tides for ever? Is tneie nu charitable hand will fever «ly well fpun thread, that my imprifon'd foul "lay be deliver'd from this dull dark hole Of dungeon fle�h ! O lhall I, fhall 1 never e raiilom'd, but remain a flave for ever ? J is the lot of man but once to die, ~ut ere that death, how many deaths have I ? What humane madnefc makes the world afraid J° entertain heav'n'o joys, becaufe convey'd :~y th' hand of death f will nakednefs refufe �'ch change of robes, becaufe the man's not fpruce, I/ut brought them ? or will poverty fend back ull b_ag_S ₀f gold, becaufe the hunger's black ? t^fe ^is a bubble, blown with whining breaths, 'll'd with the torment of a thoufand deaths j

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		274 Emblems. Book f> Which being prick'd by death ('while death deprives One life) prefents the foul a thoufand lives : O frantick mortal, how hath earth bewitch'd Thy bedlam foul, which hath fo fondly pitch'd Upon her falfe delights ! delights that ceafe Before enjoymeiu finds a tkaoe to pleafe-: Her fickle joys breed doubtful fears; her fears Bring hopeful griefs ; her griefs weep fearful tears;. Tears coin deceitful hopes ; hopes careful doubt, And fully paffion juflles paffion out : To day we prmper with a full repaft Of lavifh mirth, at night we weep as faft : To-night we fwim in wealth, and lend ; to morrow, We fink in want, and find no friend to borrow. Jn what a ciimate doth my foul refide ? Where pale-fac'd murther, the firft-born of pride, . Sets up her kingdom in the very fmiler, And plighted faiths of. men like cro:odiles : And land, where each embroider'd fattin word Is lin'd with fraud ; where Mars his lawlefs fword Exiles Aftian's balance ; where that hand Now flays his brother, that new-fow'd his land 5 . O that my days of bondage would expire In this lewd loil ! Lord, how my foul's 011 fire To be diffolv'd, that I might once obtain Thofe long'd for joys, long'd for fo oft in vain L . If, Mofes like, I may not livepoffeit Of this lair land j Lor,d, let. me fee'tat leaf!.._

			S. AUGUST

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	«ook f. Emhlems. 275'. S.AUGFST. Sol�oqu. cap. i%. My life is a ft ail life \ a COrrup'tiblt life ; a life fetich tie Wreit inereafetb,tie mon 'it leer, ifeth ■ihefar-thei itgoetl\ 'J'e neater it cometb to hath. A deciuful lije, and lik' a Widow, full of the friar ei of death : not» Iteynce noa I '^l!1 utjb^notv �fiou'�jb, now infirm now.-Ilive, and Ereigm 'die ; now I fan happy, always miserable \ now Iinu₆l\ ''oil' j weep : Thus etll things are fttbjcS to mutability, thai Nothing continuetb an hour in one eftitte : O joy above joy, ^ilcceeaing all joy, without-which there is no joy, when f) alt j "*ntey into thee, that J may fee my God that dwelleth in thee- i

		E PIG. 7. Art thou fo weak? O canlt thou not digei� ^n hout of travel for a night of ie� ? ^�he^p, my fou!, call hoaie thy fp'rits, and beat U'le b_aci good-friday, full-rnouth'd eaiter's near.

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		Book 5". Emllems. 'zjf VIII. ROM. 7. 24. 0 wretched man that I am! who /hall deliver me from the body of this death � BEhold thy darling, which thy lufiful care Pampers, for which thy reftlcfs thoughts prepare Such early cares ; for whom thy bubbling brow So often 1'weats, and bankrupt eyes do owe Such midnight fcores to nature, for whofe fake «afe earth is fainted, the infernal lake Vnfeai'd, the crown of glory poorly rated : Thy God neglected, and thy brother hated j Behold thy darling, whom thy foul affects So dearly \ whom thy fond indulgence decks And puppets up in foft, in filken weeds : «ehold the darling, wnom thy fondnefs feeds With far-fetch'd delicates, the dear bought gains Qt ill-lpeiit time, the price of half my pains: gehold thy darling, who, when clad by thee, j-Wides thy nakednefs ; and when mof! free, ■j'oclaims her lover flave ; and being fed **Ioft full, then ihikes the indulgent feeder dead. .What mean'il thou thus, my poor deluded foul, To love fo fondly ? can the burning coal ^f thy affection laft without the fuel ^f counter love ; is thy compeer fo cruel, A'id thou fokind to love, unlov'd again ? wntt thou low favours, and thus reap difdaifl ?

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		3 7-8 EmMtms Book 5» Rriiiicnber, O remembei i born Of to) j ^: blood 3 te.Tieinbei thou art f worn A iii-iid of honoui in the rourt of heav'nj � Re,i;e;i)ber what a coftij price was giv"n To fanloiH tin e i om llay>j rho� wert in : And wilt tnou now til) loul turn flaye again ? The fon and heii to lieav n's Tri une J E H O V E Would fain Decome a fuitor for thy love, An� offers for thy dow'r hisvfatber's throne, Tdfit tor feraphims to gaze upon ^ He'il givethee honour, pleafure, wealth, and 'things Tran^! ending frr the majefly of Kings: And wilt thou piourate to the odious charms Of this bafe fctillron ? (hall his hollow arms Hug thy foft fides ? (hall thel'ecoaife hands untie The lacred zone cf ?hy virginity ? For fhame, degen'rous foul, let thy'defire Be ijuickned up with more hero�ek fire'? Be wifely proud, let thy ambitious eye Read nobler objects ; let thy thoughts defie Such am'rous bafenefs ; let thy loul difdain Til' ignoble proffers of fo bafe a f wain; Or if tiiy vows be pall, and Hymen's* bands Have ceremonied your unequal hands, Annul, at lead avoid, thy lawlefs act With 'infufrkiency, or precontract: Or if the aft be good, yet may'it thou plead A fecond-freedom j or the flefh is dead.

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		-cok r. Emllems.* 279 NAZIANZ. Orat. 16. How I am 'pin'd to this hotly I know not \ which when it '■!, healthful, provoketh me to war, and being damaged by J<r, affeSeth me with grief; which I both love as afellow- ^J> vant, and hate as an utter enemy : It is a pieafam foe, Wd a perfidious f tend. O fit ange conjunffion and alien* '°« : what I fear I embrace, and what 1 love I am afraid }�-, before I make war, lam reconciled j before I en'py <'«, *lam* at variance*


				need that houfebe daubed with flefli and blood" f (v!)S'd round with filks and gold ? repaired with food ? j., " idly fpent / that coft doth but prolong y thraldom. Fool, thou niak'lt tljy jjil too ftrong..

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		^ook $.' Emblems. 281 IX PHILIPPIANS I. 23. 'w in afiraight hetween two, havingd de- fire to be dijfolved, and to he with Chrift. \j\7Hat meant our careful parents fo to wear, y V And kvifli out tneir ill extended hours, ⁰ purchafe for us kige poff.tfiions here, Which (though unpurchased j are too truly ours <" What me"ant they, ah ! what meant they toendure . Such Joids or" needlefs labour, to procure (^fure ? ⁿd make that thing our own, which was our own too «at mean thefe liv'ries and poffefftve keys ? w^hat mean thefe bargains, and tnsfe needlefs fales? iat need thefe jealous, thefe lufpioou-: ways ^f iawdevis'd, and law diiTol-v'd entails ? �No need to Sweat for gold, wherewith to buy fc Eitates of high-prized hmd ; no need to tie ^r'h to their heirs,were they but clogg'd with earth as� ■J?^ere their fouls but clogg'd with earth as I, k "^ey would notpurchaie with fo fait an itch; ^y Would not uke of alms, wha:t now.they buy ; °J; call him happy, whom the world counts rich ; Tiiey would not take fuch pains, piojecr and prog, \f\* To charge their fhoulders with fo great a log :^-^a° hath the greater lands, uath but the greater, clog. Nt I

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		22a Emblems. Book 5"« 4 1 cannot do an aft which earth difdains not �, I cannot think a thought which earth conupts not j I cannot fpeak a word which earth profanes not j I cannot make a vow earth interrupts not: If I but offer up an ea�y groan, (throne, Or fpread my wings to heav'n's long long'd fot She caikens my compiaints,and drags my off'ring down- S Ev'n like the hawk, (whole keeper's wary hands Have made a pris'ner to her weath'ring hock) Forgetting quite the pow'r of her faft bands, Makes a rank bate from her forfaken block ; Eut her too faithful leafb doth foon retain Her broken flight, attempted'oft in vain; It gives her loins a twitch, and tugs her back again. 6 So, when my foul directs her better eye To heav'n's bright palace, where my treafure lies, I fpiead my willing wings, but cannot-fly-j 3ianh hales me down, I cannot, cannot rife : When 1 but urive to mount the kail degree, Earth gives a jerk, and foils me on my knee ; , Lord,how my foul is rack'd betwixwiie world and th<*' 7 Great God, I fpread my feeble wings in vain \ In vain I offer my extended hands : I cannot mount till thou unlink my chains: I cannot come till thou releafe my bands : "Which if thou pleafe to break, and then fuppl/ My wings with fpirit, th' eagle fhall not flie A pitch that's half fo fair, nor half fo fwift as I. S. BOH A'

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		Book f. Bmhiemu x&j

S. B O N A V� N Ti Soliloq. cap. I. Ah ! fweet Jefus, fierce the marrow of my foul w'uh thf healthful fiafts of thy love, that it may truly hw n and melt and languif!) with the only defire of thee ; that it may defire to be diffilved, and to be-with thee: let it hunger alone for the bread of life : let it tbirft after thee, the f ping and/ fountain of eternal light, the ft ream of true pleafw e : let- it always deftrt. thee, f eekthee, and find thee, and fviectly- reft in thee.

	E P I G. 9. What, will thy fhackles neither loofe not break? Are they too ftrong, or is thine arm too weak ? Art will pievail where knotty ftrength denies ;■ My foul, there's Aquafortis in thine eyes, N 3 ■

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	*■Bnru/* mtf souh hit of Brifoi� ihatltnay Praife tliy Home ?s. /4.' %.7. F H San h nv .- : ' ■-

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			Book f." Emblems. - 2 % � x; PSALM 143. 7. Bring my foul out of p rif en > that I maypraife thy name.

		MY foul is like a bird, my flefh the cage; Wherein fhe wears her weary pilgrimage- ..jurs, as few as evil, daily fed With facred wine, and facramental bread ; J"he keys that lock her in and let her out, Are birth and death; 'twiju both fhe hops about^v tom perch to perch, from fenfa to reafon j then Prom higher reafon down to fenfe again : From fenfe ihe climbs to faith ; where for a feafoa «he fits and fings; then down again to reafon : From reafon back to faith, and ftreight from thence She rudely flutters to the perch of fenfe : from fenfe to hope ; then hops from hope to doubt, . From doubt to dull defpair ; there feeks about For defp'rate freedom, and at ev'ry grate, "he wiidly thruils, and begs the untimely date Jjf th' unexpired thraldom, to Veleafe The afflicted captive, that can find no peace. Thus am I coop'd; within this flefbly cage » wear my youth, and wafle my weary age, Spending that breath which was ordained to chant ^«av'ns praifes forth, in iighs, and lad complaint : Whilft happier birds can fpread their nimble wing ^rom Shrubs to Cedars, and there chirp and fing, N4 In

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		286 Emhlems. Book f* In choice of rapture?, the harmonious (lory Of rmn'o redemption, and his Maker's glory : You glorious martyrs, you illuftrious fioops, That once were cloytte.'d in your flefhlycoops As fail as I, what rhet'rick had your tongues ? "What dextrous art had your elegiac fosgs ? What r,n;/-like pow'r had your admir'd devotion ,^?w.hat fbackle breaking faith infus'd fuch motion To your ftrongprav'r, that could obtain the boon To beuilarg'd � to be uncag'd fo Coon ? whilft I, 'poor I, can fing my daily tears, Grown old in bondage, and can find no ears : You great partakers of eternal glory, That with your heav'n-prevailing oratory, Releas'd your fouls from your terriftrial cage, Permit the pafiion of my holy rage To recommend my forrows, dearly known To you, in days of old, and once your own, To your beft thoughts, (but oh't doth not Uefii ye To move your pray'rs ; you love joy, not pity : ) Great Lord oi" fuuia, to whom flrould pris'ners fly, But thee ? thou 'hadft, a cage as well as I; And for my fake, thy plealure was to know . The forrows that it brought, and felt'it them too : O fet me free, and I will fpend thofe days, Which, now 1 walle in begging, in thy praife.

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		Book 5^ Emblemsi S§7 ANSELM. in Protolog. cap. r. O miferable condition of mankind, that has lof that for which he was created ! alas ! what hath he loft I and what hath he found ? he hath loft happinefs for which he was made, find found mifety for which he was not made : what is gone ? and what is left f that tiling isgone, without which he is un- happy ; 'that thing is left, by which he is miferahle : O Wretched men ! from whence are we exfelled ? to what are tot impelled ? whence are we thrown '. and whither a>e we* "u tied ? from our home into banijbment; from the fight of God into our own blindneis ; from the pleafure of immorta- lity to the bilternefs of death : mifrable change ! from how Ei eat a good, to how. great an evil-! ah me ! what have I enterprifed? what have I done ? whither did I go f whither ^B»t I come ?

			E PIG. io. *W's midnight voice pievaiTd ; his mufick's thunder Unhifig'd the priibndoors, lplii bolts in iunde; : �A-nd fitt'ft thou here, and hatig'it the feeble wing ? ^«d whin'ft to be enlarg'd ? loul, learn to fing. W S

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	*As the Hart* fonkth after the waterbroots ■ So panteihmy foule after thee 0 Lord. F.w.vsm - .

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		Book 5V 'Ewllem�* 2 89 XI. PSALM 4?; T. �ds the hart panteth after the water-lrooks^fi panteth my foul after thee, O God.

	HOW {hall my tongue exprefs that hallow'd fire, i Which heav'n hath kindled in my ravifrTd heart ? Wfiat aiufs iiiall I invoke, that will infpire My lowly quill to acta lofty parti what an: (hall I devife t' exprefs �efire, Too intricate'to be exprefs'd by art .' Let all the nine be filent \ I refufe Tiieir aid in this high task; for theyabufe ■fhe flames of love too much : affiit me, David¹* rnuuV-

"^ot as the thirfty foil defires foft fbow'rs s To quicken and refielh her einbryon grain ^ ■^or as the drooping cre��s�f fading fio.v'rs , Requeit the bounty of a OB�r'nifig rain, ^" I dclire «iv God: Thefe in few hpur»^- Re wifh what late their wifh�s did obtain 5 But as the Cwift- foot haft doth wounded fly � To.th' much de��red ftreajpsj even to do I *a<U after thee, my God, whoSi I mud find, or die.

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Before a pack of deep mouth'd lulls I flee ;

O, they havefingled out my panting htart,
And wanton Cupd, fitting in a tree,

Hath pierc'd my bofom with a flaming dart;
My fyul being fpent, for refuge leeks to thee,
But cannot find where thou my refuge art :
Like as the fwiit foot halt doth wounded fly
To the deiired ilreams, ev'n fo do I
Pant after thee, my God, whom I muit find, or die.

At length, by flight, I over-went the pack 5

Thoudrew'il the wanton dart from out my wound
The blood that follow'd, left a purple track,

"Which bought a ferpent, but in Ihape a hound j
We ftrove, he bit me ; but thou brak'it his back,
I left him grov'iing on th' envenom'd ground :
But as the ferpent bitten hart doth fly
To the long long'd-for ilreams, ev'n fo do I
Pant after thee, my God, whom I muil find, or die.

If lull fhould chafe my foul, made fwift by fright,
Thuu art,the dream, whereto my foul is bound :
Or if a jav'an wound my fides in flight,

Thou art the balfam that mult cure my wound :

If poilon chance t'infelt my loul in fight,

Thou art the treacle that mult make me found :

Ev'n as the wounded liarr, emboli, doth fly

To th' llrearris esureamJy long'd-for, fo do I

Pant after thee, my GoJ, whom I mult find, or die.

S. C Y RI L.

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		Bcok 5. Emhlems.* jpi S. C Y R I L. lib s, in Joh. cap. i o. O precious water, which quencheth the noifom thhsl of this world, fcoureth all the ftains of finners that water eth the earth of our fouls with heavenly fiowers, and brhigeth back the thirsty heart of man to his only God ! S. AUG US T. Soliloq. 35. O fountain of life, and vein of Jiving waters, when fhall I leave thii f» f aken, vnpajj�ble, and dry earth, and tajle the waters of thy fweetnefs, that J may behold thy virtue and thy glory,,and Jlake my thirjl with the flreams of thymercy_K\ Lord, I thiift, thou ait the f ping of life, fatisfie me : I thirjl, Lord, I thirjl after thee tlx living God!

			� PIG. 11. The arrow fmitten hart, det-p wounded, flies To th' fprihgs, with water in his weeping eyes z Heav'n is thy fpiing : if Satan's fiery dart Pierce thy kunt fides: do lb, my wounded heart. '*

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PSALM 42. 1. When Jhall I come and appear lef or e God.^> WHat is my foul the better to be tin'd With holy fire ? what boots it to be coin'd With heaven's own (lamp ? what 'vantage can there be To fouls of heav'n-defcendea pedigree, More than to beaits that grovel ? are not they Fed by the Almighty's hand ? and ev'ry day, Fill'd with his bbffings too ? do they not fee God in his creatures, as direct as we ? Do they not talie thee i hear thee ? nay what fenfe Is not partaker of thine excellence ? What more do we ? alas.' what ferves our reafon, But, like dark lanterns, to acconpiift treafon , With greater clofensfs ? it afford;, no light, Brings thee no nearer to pur purblind fight : Noplealure riles up the leaft degree, < Great God, but in the cleaier view of thee : What priv'lege more than fenfe hath reafojn then I What Vantage is it to be born a man ? How often hath my patience built, dear Lord, Vain tow'rs of hope upon tfiy gracious word i How often hath thy hope reviving grace Woo'd my fufpicious eyes to feek thy face ? How often have I fought thee f O how long Hath expectation taught my perfect tongue Repeated prayers, yet pray'rscould ne'er obtain; In vain I feek thee, and I beg in vain : If

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		394 Emhlems, Book f. If it be high prefumptioti to behold Thy face, why didtt thou make mine eyes fo bold To i'cek it ? if that obje'dl be (oo blight For man's afpeft, why did tny lips invite Mine eye t' expc i it f it it might be feen, Why is thi- envious curtain drawn between My daikc-n'd eye and it ? U tell me, why Thou doit command tne thing thou doll deny ? Why doft thou give me fo unpriz'd a treafure, And then deny'll my greedy foul the plealure To view my gitt ? alas! that gitt is void, And is no gift, that may not be enjoy'd : If thofe refulgent beams of heav'a's great light Guild not the day, what is the day but night ? The drowzy ihepherd fleeps, flow'rs droop and fade j The birds are fulien, and the beaJt.isi'ad : But if bright Titan dart his golden ray, And with his riches glorifie the day, The-jolly ihepherd pipes j flow'rs fieSAf fpring ; The bealis grow gauaefome, and the birds they fing, Thou art my fun, gieat God ! O when (hall 1 View the full beams of thy meridian eye ? Draw, draw this flefhly curtain, that denies The gracious prefence of thy glorious eyes ^ Or give me faith ; and by the-eyeof grace, lihall behold thee, though not face to face,

			S. AUGUST.

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Book y. Bmllems. 2$$ S. AUGUST. inPfal.39. Who created all thivgs is letter than all things: who lean- tifid all things-it more beautiful than all things: who wade jhevgth is stronger than all things : who wade great things is greater than all things : whatfoever thou lovefi, he -is that to thee : learn to love the workman in his work, the Creator in his creature : Let not that which was made ly him pffefs thee, left thou loft him bj whom thy ft If was made. S. A UG'UST. Med. cap. 37,

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		E P I G. til How art thou {haded in this veil of nip,ht, Behind thy curtain flefli ? thou feeft no light, But what thy pride doth challenge as her own 5 Thy fiefh is high: Sou), take this curtain down»

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PSALM 5j. 6. 0 that I had the wings of a dove, for teen t would flie away and be at refi. 1 AND am I f worn a dungbii flav� for ever To eanh':- bate druog'ry ? fhall I never find A night or' ieii ? feaiLnaj indentures never Be canc-.i'd ? did injuiiuus nature bind My foul earth's prentice, with no claufe to leave her? .No day 01' freedom ? mull I ever grind ? O that I bad 'he piokrnS or a dove, That I might quit n.y bandsj. and foar above, And poor my jult complaints before the great J shove t 2 How happy are the doves that have the pow'r When e'er they pleafe, to fpread their airy wings \ Or cloud-dividing eagles that cantow'r Above thefcent of thefe iiiferiour things! How nappy is the lark, that ev'ry hour Leaves earth, and then for jpy-ri)b«rnts up and fings ! Had my dull foul but wings as well as they, How I would fpring from earth, and clip away, As wife JJinxa did, and fcorn this ball of clay !

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		298 . Emhlemt: Book �. ? O how my Foul would fpuni this ball of clay, And loath the dainties of earth's painful pleafuie ! O how I'd laugh to fee men night and day Turmoil to gain that traih, tlv;y call their treafure i O hew I'd fmile to fee what plots they lay To catch a blaft, or own a fmile fro n C&far ! Had I the pinions of a mounting dove, How I would foar and fmg, and hate the love Of transitory toys, and feed on joys above ! 4 There fhould I findthat eveilafting pleafure, ('not ; Which change removes not,and which chance prevents There (hould I find that everlafling treafure, Which force deprives nor, fortune difaugtne.nts not j There lhould I find that everlafting Cafar, Whofe hand recalls not,and whofe heart repents not \ Had I the pinions of a clipping dove, How I would climb the skies, and hate the love Of tranfitory toys, and. joy in things above 1 5- No rarik>moutri?d flander there fhall give offence, O^r blaft our blooming names, as here they do \ Ho liver-fcalding luit fhall there incenfe Our boiling veins ; there is no Cupid's bow : Lord, give my foal the milk-white innocence Of doves, and I flnll have their pinions too : Had I the pinions of a clipping dove, How I would quit this earth, and foar above, And iieavVs bleu kingdom find,with heav-'n's blellKing (fei�ov� !

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		Book 5% Emhlems, 2^ S. A I'GUST. in Pfal. 138. Wh.it win^s Jhould I defiie, but the two precepts of love, on wl cb the lay and the prophets depend! O if I could ob- tain thefe wings, I could fly pom thy face to thy face, fiom the face of thy jvjlitfe, to i he face of thy mercy : let us find thofe wings by love, which we have toft, by luft, S. A�GUS T. in Pui. 76, Let us cafl off xnhatfoever hindereth, entangleth, or bur- deneth our flight, until we attain that which fatisfiith � be- yond which nothing is j beneath which all things are ; of which all things ai e. S

			E PIG. r?. Yell me, my wilhing foul, did'ft ever try- How fall the wings of red-croft faith can fly ? ^Vhy begg'ft thou then the pinions of a dove? Faith's wings are fwifter, but the fwiftejj, love.

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Book 5-."' Emllems. 301 XIV. PSALM $4: 1. How amialle are thy, talsrnacks^ 0 God of Hefts.' ANcient of days, to whom sll tines are Now, Before'whole glory feiapriims do bow Iheir bluftifng cheeks, and veil their bleminYJ faces, That, unco: tan,\i, at once do'A fill all places j How glorious, � how far beyond the height Or' puzzled quills, or the obtufe conceit Of flefh and biood, or the too flat reports Of mortal tongue?, are thy expreilels courts ! "Whofe glory to paint forth with greater art, Ravifh my fancy, and infpire my heart ; Excufe n\y bold attempt, and pardon me for (hewing 1'enle, what faith alone fhould fee. Ten thoufand millions, and ten thoufand more Of angel meafur'd leagues, from the eaflern ihore Of dungeon-earth, his glorious palace Hands, Before whofe pearly gates ten thoufand bands Of armed angels wait to entertain -Thofe purged fouls, for which the lamb was ilain ; Whole giultlefs death and voluntary yielding Of whole giv'n life, gave the brave court her building j The lukewarm blood of this dear lamb, being fpilt, To rubies turn'd, whereof her polls were built; And what dropp'd down in a kind gelid gore, ■^d turn rich fapphires, and did pave her floor:

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		502 "Emblems. Book 5"»' The brighter flames, thai from his eye-balls ray'd, GrewChtyfolir.es, wher« if n. walls were made : The milder glances fparkled oil theground, Ai groundiil d ev'rj door with Oiamond ; Bute larted upwards, and did fix A battlement of piuelt Sardonyx. Her flreets with Durnifh'd gold are paved round, Stars lie likf pebbles Icatter'd on the gronnd : Pearl mixt with Onyx, and tiie Jafp-r none, Made giavei'd caufewa'ys to be trampled oul There mines no fun by; day, no moon by night j The palace glory is, the palace lignr : There is no time to meafure motion by, There time is fwallow'd in el ni : "Wiy-ir.outh'd oifdain, and corner-hunting li'fr, And twy-fae'd fraud, and beetle-brow'd di�iuil, Soul-boiling rage, and ttoubl Ha red it ion, And giddy doubt, and goggle ey'd fufpicion, And Jumpiih forrow, ana degi >.>: us vr, Are banifh'd thence, and death'sa dranger there; But finnple love, and letiipkernai joys "Whole fwe�tnefs neither gluts, nor Fulnefs cloys j Where face to face our raviuYd eye (hall lee Great ELOH1 M, that glorious One in Three, And Three in One, and feeing him fhall blels him, And bleffing, Jove him, and in love poffefs him. Here ftay, niy foul, and, ravilh'd in relation, The words being fpent, Ipend now in contemplation.

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		Book f. Emblems, 303 S.GRE G.in Pfal. 7. poenitent. 5weo'f Jtftis, the word of the father, the hi_shtnrfs of pa- ternal gloty. whom angels delight to view, teach me to do tlr\ will ; t/i. led by thy ^ood fphit, I may come to that hi J: :'i' where day is eternal, w^here there is certain f nity, an'd/ecure eteimty, a^d eternal peace. and peace- ful appinef'.. and happy fweetnefs, andjweetpleafure -^where thou, 0 G >d with the Father and the holy Spuit, livefi and teigncjl world without end. Ibidem. Thee is light without darkness; joywithout grief; defre without pumfiment; love without jadnefs ; fatiety without loathing ; fafety without fear ; health without difeafe^ and life without death.

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	E PIG. 14. My Foul, pry not too nearly ^ the complexion Of Sol's bright face is feen by the reflection .� (what, i*ut would'ft thou know whai'a heav'n? I'll tell thee �hiuk what thou canft not think, and heav'n is that. O

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CANTICLES g. i₄: ^/aii? /74/?^, «ty beloved, and be like the roe, or the young hart upon the mountains of Jp'iQes. GO gentle tyrant, go ; thy flames do pierce My foul too deep; thy flames are too too fierce $ My marrow melts, my fainting fpirits fry I'th'torrid zone of thy meridian eye: Away, away, thy fw�cts are too perfuming : Turn, turn thy face, thyfi.es are too confirming ; Hade �ience, and let thy w�rtged flops out-grj The flighted roe buck, snd his flying roe. But wilt thou leave me then ? O thou, that art Life oi my foul, foul of my dying heart, without the f weet afpscl of whole fair eyes, My foul doth latrgurlbj snd her iolace dies ? Art thou fo eas'iy woo'd ? fuapt ro hear *he frantick language of my foolifh fear ? Leave, leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me5 » Look, look upon me, though thine eyes o'ercome me. v) how they wound ! but how my wounds content me !- How-fweetly thefe delightful pains torment me.' Haw am I tortur'd in exeeffive meafure J^f piealing cruelties ! too cruel treafure ! ^urn, rum away, remove thy fcorching beams j »languid v.'ith thefe buter-fweer. extreams ;

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		3 ©f3 Emhkffls. Book .j. Hai�e then, and let thy winged fteps out-go The flying roe buck, and his flighted roe. Turn back, my dear :, O let my ravinVd eye Once more behold thy face before thcu fly ; What, fhall we part without a mutual kifs ? 0 who can leave (o fweet a face as this ? Look full upon me ; for my foul defires To turn a holy martyr in thofe firts: O leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; Look, look upon me, though thy flames o'ercome me. If thou becloud the fun-fhine of thine eye, 1 freeze to death ; and if it fhine, 1 fry ; Which, like a fever, that my foul hath got, Makes me to burn too cold, or fretze too hot : Alas ! I cannot bear fo fweet a finarr, Nor canit thou be lcfs glorious than thou art. Hafte then, and let thy winged Heps out-go The flighted roe-buck and his flying roe : But go not far beyona the reach of breath j Too large a dillance makes another death : My youth is in her fpiing ; autumnal vows Will make me riper foi lo fweet a fpoufe ; When after-times have burnifh'd my defue, I'll fhoot 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 o'ercome me.

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		E PIG. ti. My foul, fin's monfter, whom with greater safe Ten thoufand fold, thy God could make than pleafe, "What would�t thouhavefnorpleas'd with fun.norfliade? Heav'n knows not what to make of what he made. O J

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		The FAREWELL. REV. 2. io. Be thou faithful unto death, and Twill give thee the crown of life. J[>E faithful, Lord, what's that ? Balis ve : Tiseafi* to believe; but what ? That he whom thy hard heart hath wounded, And whom thy ('corn hath fpit upon, Hath paid thy fine, and hath compounded For thefe foul deeds thy hands have done : ■ Believe that he whole gentle palms Thy needle-pointed fins have nailM, Hath born thy flavifli load (o� alms^ And made fupply where thou haft fail'd i Did ever mis'ry find fo �range relief ? It-is a love too ftrangefor man's belief, i Believe that he whofe fide Thy crimes have pierc'd with their rebellions, dy'd To fave thy guilty foul from dying Ten thoufand hoirid deaths, from whence - There was no 'icape, there was no flying, But through his deareft blood's expence : Believe, his dying friend requires No other thanks for all hi pain, But ev'n the truth of weak defires, And for his love, but love again : ' Did ever mis^?ry find fo true a friend I It is a love too vaftto comprehend. 3 With floods of tears baptize' And drench thefe dry, thefe unregen'rats eyes; 0-4 Lord

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			3 to EmMems. Book 5. Lord, whet my dull, my blunt belief, And break thisflefhly rock in funder, That fiom this heart, this heil of grief, May fpring a heav'n of love and wonder; O it thy mercies, will remove And melt this lead from my belief, My giier' will then refine my love, My love will then refrefh my grief: Then weep, mine eyes, as he hath bled j vouchfafe To diop.ior ev'ry drop an epitaph. 4 But is the crown of glory, The wages of a lamentable (lory ? Or can fo great a purchafe rife From a-fait humour f can mine eyes Run fait enough t* obtain «his prize ? I-f fo, Lord, who's lb mad to die ? Thy tears are trifles; thou mult do : Alas .' I cannot then endeavour : I will ; but will a tug ot two Suffice the turn ? thou mull perfever.* I'll fbive till death ; and (hall my feeble �rife H>$ crownAl � I'll crown it with a crown of life, � But is there fuch a dearth That thou mud buy, what is thy due by birth ? He whom thy hands did form of dufr. And give him breath upon condition, To hive his great creator ; mult He now be thine by competition ? Art thou a gracious God and mild, Or head-llrong man rebellious rather ? O, man's a bale rebellious child, And thou a very gracious father : The gift is thine; we Drive, thou crowu'lt our ftrife ; Thou giv 'it us faith : anaraith a crown of life.

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	To the Right Honourable Both �� B L O O D and VIRTUE, And Moft Accoitiplifh'd Lady,

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The Epiftle Dedicatory i It is a Jmall part of that abundant Service which my thankful Heart oveeth your incom- parable Gooelnejs. Be pleafed to honour it with your noble Acceptance, which (hall be nothing but what your own ejleem jhall make it»

	MADAM, Your Ladyship's Moft Humble Servant, Fra, Quarks»

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		To the READER. �.F you are fatisfied with my EmUems, � here �tt before you a fecond Service. It is an JEgyptian Dilh, dreis'd on the Rnglijb Fafhion i They at their Feafts, Ufed to prefent a Death's - Head at their fecond Courfe: This will ferve for both. Vou need not fear a Surfeit : Here is but little, and that light of Digeftion : If it but pleafe your Palate, I queftion not your Stomach : Fall to, and much good may it do you.

			Convivio addit Minerval. E. B. Hem, Regem, Regimen, Regionem, Reltgioaem] S-xornat) cekbrat, laudat, honorat, amat>

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Hieroglyph,!. 317 PSALM 51. 5. Behold I was Jhapen in iniquity^ and in fin did my mother conceive me. MAN is man's A. B. C. There'? none that can: Read God aright, ufffefi t«: fir if (pell nun : lan is the itairs, wheieoy hi- knowledge climbs Jo his creator, though it oftentimes ^Mmbies.ffj want of light, ana i'onertmes trips 0f want of caieful heed ; and fometimes fiffps Jhrough unadvil'ed halte ; and when at length �lis weary iteps have reach'd the top, his ilrengtb ^ft fails to (tand ; his giddy brains turn round, fWi Pkaeton* fitte; falfs headlong to the ground : *hefe flairs are often dark, and full of danger Jo hins, whom wont of practice makes ailranger ?o this blind way, the lamp of natute lends �ut a falfe light, and lights to her own ends. �Thefe be the ways to heav'n, thefe paths require A light that fpjings from that diviner fire,. ^hol'e human foul-enlight'ning fun beams dart �trough the bright crannies of th'immortal pavt» And hete, thou great original of light, "Whole errou'. chafing beams do un be night The very foul of datknefs, and uutwift Thecloudsof ignorance, do thou afiiit My feeble quill ; reflect thy lacred rays "Upon thefe lines, that they may light the ways That lead to thee; fo guide my heart, my hand,, That I may do what others underiiand.
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		318 Hieroglyph. I. This golden precept, Know thy felf, came down From heav'n's high com t: it was an art unknoWft To fkfh and blood. The men of nature took Great journies in it: Their dim eyes did look But through the mitt ; like pilgrims, they did fpenu Their idle Heps, but knew no journies end. The w»y to know thy felf, is firit tocaft Thy frail beginning progrefs, and thy laft : This is the turn of man \ but now return And view this tape» Handing in this urn. Behold her fubftance fordid and impure, TJfelefs and vain, and (wanting light) obfcurfi i 'Tis but a fpan at longed, nor can laft Beyond that fpan \ ordain'd and made to wallet Ev'n fuch was man (before his foul gave light To this vile fubftance) a meer child of night ; Ere he had life, ellated in his urn, And markt for death ^ by nature born to burn : Thus lifekfs, lightlefs, worthlels firft began That gloiiuus, that prefumptuous. thing, call'd man»

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		Hieroglyph. �. 319 S. AUGUST. Confider, 0 man, what thou wert before thy lirth, and *'�><!( thou art from thy hhth to thy death, and «hat thou Walt he after death : thou wert made of an hnpne J'ubji ance_%'loathed and nouvjhti in thy mother's blsod_:.

			E P I G. I. orbear, fond taper .� what thou (eek'ft, is fire ; i^y own deilrudion's lodg'd in thy defire. j,"y vvants are far more fare than their fupply ; ^e that* begins to live, begins to die.

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			Hieroglyph. IL 321 GEN. �. 3. And God /aid, let there Ie light; and there �vas light.

		THis flame expecting tiper hath at length Received fire, and now begins to bum : Jt hath no vigour yet, it hath no ibength ; Apt to be puft and quenchtat ev'ry turn : It was agiaciouj hand that thus endow'd (�hroud This [buff with flame : but mark, this hand doth. h fel f from mortal eyes, and folds it in a cloud.

	�iuis man begins to live. An unknown flame Quickens his finifh'd organs, now pofleft With motion ; and which motion doth proclaim An aftive foul, though in a feeble bread : But hV>w, and when infui'd, ask not my pen 5 Here flies a cloud before the eyes of men : * cannot tell thee how, noicanit thou tell me when» Z

Was it a parcel of eeleflial fire, Infus'd by beav'n into this flefhly mould / ^^r was it ("think you) made a foul entire? Then, was it new created ? or of old ? Oi is't a piopagated fpark, rak'd out ^ F�ihd nature's embers ? while we go about *J teafon to reiblve, the more we raife a doubt. If

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If it be part of that celeftial flame,

It mull be ev'n as pure, as free from fpor, ,

As that eternal fountain whence it came :

If pure and fpotlefs, then whence came the blot ?
It felf being pure, could not it felf defile j
Nor hath unactive matter pow'r to foil
Her pure and active form, a& jars corrupt their oil.

Or if it were created, tell me when ?

If in the firil fix days, where kept till now f
Or if thy foul were new-created, then
Heav'n did not all, at firft, he had to do :
Six days expiied, all creation ceaft ;
All kinds, ev'n from the greateit to the leaf!,
Were finifh'd and compleat before the day of left.

But why fhouldman, the Lord of creatures, want

That privilege which plants and beafts obtain f ₍Beads bring forth beafts, the plant a perfect plant}.
And ev'ry like brings forth her like again j..
Shall fowls and fifties, beafts and plants convef
Life to their iiTue, and man lefs than tbey ? j
Shall theteget living fouls,and man dead lumps of cl«''

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Mull human fouls be generated then ?

My water ebbs ; behold, a rock is nigh :
If nature's work produce the fouls of men,

Man's foul is mortal : all that's born mud die. .a

What fnall wethen

conciuue; wuai iui!-imm< -

Difperfe this gloomy cloud ? till then, be ftil'>.ij_fMy vainly flriving thoughts j lie down,my puzzled q^uJ

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		Hieroglyph II. 323 ISIDOR. Wliy doft thou wonder, O man, at the height of the ftars, J the depth of the fea j enter into thine own foul, and won- Tbjifoui hy creation is infufed j hj infujhn, created.

			�PIG. 2. ^hat art thou now the better by this flame .' phou know'fl not how, nor when, nor whence it Came i v?°r kind of happinefs! that can return ^ more account but this, to fay, I burn.

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			. Hieroglyph. III. 325- PSALM 103. 16. The windpajfeth over it, and ii is <?one.

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		K Of eye- bedark'ning night, �titL limit fubjefled to the tlneat Of envious winds, whofe wa�eful rage _A Didurbs her peaceful light, (bright. ^"d makes hsr fubllauce waite,and makes her flames iel's

	'° fooner are we born, no fooner come To take poffefTion of this vail, to This foul-afflicting earth, , ^u' danger meets us at the very womb, And lorrow with her full-mouth'd blaft �j, Salutes our painful birth, I ° Put out all our joys, and puff out all our mirth. 3 °r infant innocence, norchildifh tears, ■^or youthful wit, nor manly pow'r, ^> iNor politick old age, /Virgins pleading, nor the widows pray'rs, ^or lowly cell, nor lofty tow'r, ■Ca T ^r P"^nce> ^nor P^eeri ^Ror P^a�^e> ⁿ icape this common blaft, or curb her ftormy rage.

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		32(5 Hieroglyph. 111. 4 Our life is but a pilgrimage of blafb, And ev'jy blah L;irv� forth a tear-; And ev'ry tea.-, a rarti ; The more it lengthens ! ah.' the more it waPes: Were, wcie we to continue here The'days o^; lung-liv'd Seth, Our furrows would renew, as wc renew our breath. 5 Toll to and frr>, our thoughts are driv'il \V ii ti v'ry puft', wi n ev'ry tide Or life-eon turning care ; Oui peaceful flame, mat woulu point up to hsai'D» Is ltill diiluib'd, and turn'd afide ; And ev'iy oiali of air Cbmmits fuch wane in man as man cannot repair. 6 W' are all born debtors, and we firmly (land Oblig'd tor our firft parents debt, Betides our interett ; Alas ! we have nohaimlefs counter-bond : And we are ev'ry hour belet With thteu'nings of arreft, And till we pay ure debt, we can expect no reft. 7 What may this forrow-lhaken life prefent To the falle relifh of our taile That's worth the name of f weet ? Her minutes pleafure's choakM with difcontent, Her glory loil'd with ev'ry blait ; How many dangers meet Poor man betwixt the biggin and the winding fheet ?

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			EP�G. 3. Art thou confunn'd with foul-afflifl�ng crofTes ? jJi�utb'd with grief ? innoy'd with worldly loiTes ? S?ld np thy head ; the taper lifted high, � Will brook the wind, when lower tapers die, P

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		Hieroglyph. IV. MATTHEW 9. 12. The whole need not the phyfician. 1 ALways pruning, always cropping ? Is her brightnefs ftiil obfcur'd � '�ver �ref��ng, ever toppi�f" ? Always cu;i�g� never c�r'd ? Too' rcuch fnuffing makes a waft e 5 "When the fpirits fpeiid too fad, They will fhrink at ev'ry blaft. You that always are bellowing Coftly pains in life repairing, Are but always overthrowing Nature's work by over-caring ; Nature meeting with her ft», In a work fhe hath to do, Takes a pride to over throw. I Mature knows her own per^ilion, L And her pride difdains a i iter, Cannot floop to art's correc, ;on, And fhe fcorns a co-adjutor. Saucy art fhould not appear Till fhe whifper in her ear i Hagar* rises, if Sarah bear. v, 4 Mature worketh For the better, . If not hinder'd that fhe cannot 5 "t flands by as her abetter, Ending nothing fhe began not ; If diftemper chance to feize, Nature foil'd with the dileafe, Art* may help her if fhe pleafe.

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330 Hieroglyph. IVo J But to make a trade of trying Drugs and dofes, always pruning, Is to die for fear of dying ; He's untun'd, that's always tuning. He that often loves to lack Dear-bought drugs, hath found a knack To foil the man, and feed the quack.

	O the fad, the frail condition Of the pride of nature's glory � How infirm his compolition, And at beft how tranfitovy .' When this riot doth impair Nature's weaknefs, then his cars Adds more iuin by repair.

		Hold thy hand, health's dear maintainer, Life perchance may bum the fironger: Having fubftance to luftain her, She untouched, may la ft the longer.' When the artift goes about, To redrefs her flame, I doubt, Oftentimes he Ihufi's it out.

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		Hieroglyph. IV. 331 NICOCLES. Pbyftciarts of all men are moft happy ; what good fiucefs foever thsy have, the world procla'vnetb j and what faults iaey commit, the earth covereth.

			E P I G. 4. My putfe being heavy, if my light appear But dim, quack comes to make all clear ; Qyiack, leave thy trade ; thy dealings are not rigfcr, Thou tak'ft our weighty gold to give us light, e 5

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		Hieroglyph. V. 333. tPSA-LM 91. 11. And he vcill^ive his Angels charge, over thee. D How'mine eyes could pleafe themfelyes, and fpend- Perpetual agHs in this precious fight 1 How I could woo eternity, to lend My wafting djy, an antidote for night! And how thy flefn could with my fiefti contend. That views this object with no more delight : My work is great, my taper fpends too fad : 'Tis all I have, and foon would out or walk, Did not this bleffed fcreen protect it from thisblafU - O, I have loft the jewel of myTovl, And 1 muft find it out, or I muit die: Alas! my fin-made darknefs doth controul The bright endeavour of my carehrteye : I muft go fearch and ranfack ev'ry hole-j Nor have I other light to feek it by : O if this light be fpent, my work not done, \ My labour's worfe than loft ; my jewel's gone, Aftd I am quite forlorn, and I am quite undone, I 3 You bleffed angels, you that do enjoy The full fruition of eternal glory, ♦ "Will you be pleas'd to fancy fuch a toy As man, and quit your glorious territory, And iloop to earth, vouehfafing to employ Your care to guard the duft that lies before ye ? Difdain you not thefe lumps of dying clay, That for your pains do oftentimes repay Neglect, if not difdain, and fend you griev'd away ?

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		334 Hieroglyph. V. 4 This taper of our live:?, that once was plac'd In the fair fuburbs of eternity, Is nou-, alas.' confined to ev'ry Waft, And turn'd a may-pole for the /porting fly ; And will you, facred fpirits, pleale to call Your care on us, and lend a gracious eye ? How had this fl-nder inch of taper been Blasted and blaz'd, had not this heav'nly fcreen Curb'd the proud Wait, and timely ilept between ! S O goodneft, far tranfcending the report Of lavifli tongues.' too vail to comprehend! Amazed quill, how far dofl thou come fhort T' exprefs expreffions that fo far tranfcend ! You bleffed courtiers of th' eternal court, Whcfe full-mouth'd hallelujahs have no end, Receive that world of praifesthat belongs To your great fov'rejgn 5 fill your holy tongues With our hofanna's niix'd with your ieraphick longs.

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	If thou deft eft the help of angels, fly the comforts of the world, ond refifi the temptations of the devil. He will give his angels charge over thee. 0 what reve- rence, what love, what confidence deferveth f o f weet a fay- ing ? for their pefence, reverence j for their good will_} love j for their tuition, confidence.

E PIG. j.' My flame, art thoudifturb'd, difeas'd and driv'n T^[> death with florins of grief? point thou to heav'n One angel there fhill eafe thee more alone, Than thrice as many thousands of thy own.

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ECCLESIASTES 3. 1.

To every thing there is an appointed time.

Death

Time.

2/>ws.Tp)Eehold the fraily of this {lender fnuffj
fj Alas! it hath not long to laft ;
Without the help of either thief or puff,
Her weaknefs knows the way to walls :
Nature hath made her fubftanee apt enough
To fpend it felf, and fpend too fail :
It needs the'help of none
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lOeatb. Time, hold thy peace, and fhake thy lie* ractt?
Thine idle minutes make noway: ' and |

Thy g'als exceeds her hour, or elfe doth i'.&ud,

I cannot hold, I cannot ftay.
Surceafe thy pleading, and enlarge my hand,
1 fuifeit with too long delay :
This brisk, this boid-fac^?d light
Dcth burn-too biight ^
Darknefs adorns my throne,my davjs daikefl night,

2T)«e. Great prince of darknefs, hold taf needlefs hand;
Thy captive's fait and cannot flee :
"What arm can refcue f who can countermmd ?

What pow'r.can let thy ptis'her free?
Or if they .could, what dole, what foreign land
Can hide that head that flees from.thee i
liut if het-harmlefs ligiit
Offend thy fight, (it night ?

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		338 Hieroglyph. VI.

	Death. I have out-ftaid my patience; my quick trade Grows dull, and makes tuo flow return : This long-liv'd debt h due, and fhould been paid When tirft ber flame began to burn : But I have ftaid too iung, I have delay'd To flore my vafc, my craving urn. My patient gives me pow'r Each day, each hour, (tow'r. To-ftiike the peasant's thatch,and fhake the princely

%me. Thouccunt'ft too fad : thy patient gives no pow'r Till Time (hall pleafe to fay, Amen. (hour ? Death. Canu thou appoint my (haft ? Time. Or thou my Death. ³Tis I bid, do. Time. 'Tis I bid, when; Alas .' ihou canft nor make the pooreft flow'r To hang the drooping head till then : Thy ihafts can neither kill, Nor flrike, until f will. My power gives them wings, and pleafure arms thy

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		Hieroglyph VI. 339 S.AIGUS T. Thou knoweft not what time he will come � wait always, that lecaufe thou knoweft not the iime of his coming, thou wayeft be prepared againit the time he cometh. And for this fercbakce, thou knoweft not the time, becaufe thou mayeft be prepared againft alt times.

			E PIG. 6. Expeft, but fear not death : death cannot kill, Till time, (tha Brfl . 'Meal her patent) will: Would'ft thou live long ?/ keep time in high efteem j Whom gone, if thou canil not recall, redeem.

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		Hieroglyph. VII. 34� JOB 18. 6. Mis light Jhall he dark, and his candle jhall he put out. 1 W 7Hit ails our taper ? is her luftre fled, V V Or foil'd ? what dire difafier bred This change, that thus (he veils her golden head ? 2 It was but very now (he (hin'd as fair As Venus' (tar; her glory might compare "With Cynthia, bumiih'd with her brother's hair» 3 There was no cave-begotfen damp that mought Abufe her beams ; no wind that went about To break her peace ; no puff to put her out. 4 Lift up thy wond'ring thoughts, .and thou (halt fpy" A caul'e will clear thy doubts, but cloud thine eye: Subjects mud veil, when as their fov'reign's by. 5 Canft thou behold bright Fhcel-ys, and thy fight No whit impair'd ? the obj�& is too bright j The weaker yields unto ttie (tronger light. 6 Great God, I am thy taper, thou my fun ; �rom thee, the fpring of light, my light begun j- Yet if thy lighv bur (bins, mj light is done. 7 If thou withdraw thy light, my light will dune, If thine appear, how poor a light ii mine ? My light is darkneis if coropar'd to thine. Thy.

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	If 111 bm f ,^t0° ^ftroflg ^for �y ^weafe ^e>'^e = Ah I r ^fl'^J;^;e' ^hpw "««thing, Lord, am I I An J who _Can (ee _tlly vif_age & _no� j$ ' If intervening earth fhoula make a night

And if thy light LeftiadriMfM j ■ If thine be d& _a�_d 1°^ "�^ne ^f^ What aall I do ? O what ftal] I defire > What help can my difiraited thoughts require That thus am walled 'tw�xt a double fireT 12.* In what a ftrait, in what a ftrait am I ? SeeT/hV? ^C:Xtieamshowmy rackt fortunes lie ? dee i tny race, or fee it not, I die. O let the «earns of my redeemer's blood. That breath, from my fick foul, be made a cloud To interpofe thele lights, and be my fhroud. ' '4 Lord, what am I ? _or what's the light I have i May it out l.ghr my afces to their grave, * And lo from tne/;ce to thee ; 'tis all I crave. 15 O i lake my light that all the world may fc_eThy glory by t : if not, it feems tc me �onour enough to be put out by thee.

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			Hieroglyph. VII. 343 0 light inaccefj�lle, in refpeQ of which my liglt is utter dmknefs ; fo refteS upon my rveaknefs, that all the world may behold thy ft length : 0 majefly incomprebenfible, in re- fpeil of which my glory is mere fliame : fo Jbine upon my mifery that all the world may beheld thy glory*

		E PIG. ₇. Wilt thou complain, becaufe thou art bereav'n Of all thy light ? wilt thou vie lights with heav'fl f thy bright eye not brook the daily light? Take heed : I fear thou art a child of night.

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		344 Hieroglyph. VIII.

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		Hieroglyph. V�II. 345" MATTHEW s* i& Let your light fo Jhine, that men feeing your good works may glorify your father which is in heaven* 1

	W		AS it for this the breath of hesv'n was blows- Into the noftrils of this heav'nly creature?

Was it for this, that facred Three in One Confpir'd to make this quinteffence of nature ? Did heavenly prov'dence intend So rare a fabriek for fo poor an end I z Was man, the higheft mafter-piece of nature, The curious abftrait of the whole creation, WhoCe foul was copied from his great creator, Made to give light, and fet for obfervation, Ordain'd for this ?to fpend his light In a dark-lantern cloifter'd up in night ? 3 Tell me, recl�fe roonaftick, can it be A disadvantage to thy beams to ihine f A thouland tapers may gain light from thee : Is thy light lefs or wcrl'e for light'ning mine?' If wanting light, I Humble, fhall Thy darknels not be guilty of my fall ? 4 Why doft thou lurk foclofe I is it for fear Some bufy eye fhould pry into thy flame, And fpy a thief, ov elfe fome blemifh there ? Or being fpy'd, fhrink'il thou thy head for fhame ? Come, come, fond taper, fhine but clear, Thou need'ft not fiitink for fhame, nor (hroud for fear.. Remern-

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		34<S Hieroglyph. VIII. s Remember, O remember, thou wert fet For men to fee the great creator by ; Thy flame is not thine own .� it is a debt Thou ow'ft thy Mailer. And wilt thou deny To pay the int'reft of thy light ? And skulk in corners, and play leaft in fight ? 6 Art thou afraid to truft thy eafy flame To the injurious wa�e of fortune's puff ? Ah ! coward, roufe,and quit thy felf for Ihatne I Who dies in fervice, hath liv'd long enough : Who (nines, and makes no eye partaker, UXurps himfelf,. and cMely robs his makei, 7 Make not thy fe!f * prisoner, that art free : Why doft thou torn thy palace to a jail ? 'Thou art an e?.gle .- and '>iii it thee To live immured like . cloyller'd fnail ? Let toys feek corners ; tilings of colt Gain worth by view : hid jewels are but loft, 8 My God, my light is dark enough at lighted, Encreafe her fl,imc, and give her itrengthto fhine : 'Xis frail at beit ; 'tis dim enougti at brighteft j But'tis his glory to be foil'd by thine; Let others lurk : my light fhall be Proposal to all men j and by them to thee.

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		Hieroglyph. VUL 347 S.BERN. If thou le one of the foolijh virgins, the congregation is Xectffaiy for thee ^ if tlnu hi: one of the wife virgins, thou ait necejfary for the congregation. H U G O. Monajlicks make cloyfters to inclofe the outward man : 0 ■would to God they would do the like to retrain the inward ■man.

			E P I G. J. Afraid of eyes ? what, ftill play leaft in fight ? ^JTis much to be prefum'd all is not right : Too clofe endeavours bring forth dark events : Come forth, inonaflick j here's no parliaments*

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		Hieroglyph. IX. 349 JOB 14. 2. /7<? cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down, 1 How (hoit a fpan Was long enough of old To meafure out the life of man ; In thofe well temper'� days! his tiwe was then Survey'd, call up,and found but threefcore years and ten. Alm\ And what is that ? They come, and Aide, and pafs, Before my pen can tell thee what. The pofts of time are fwift, which having run Their fev'n fhort fiages o'c:r,their (hort-liv'd task is done» ? Our days Begun we lend Tofleep, to antiek plays And toys, until the firft ftage end : ^jj^ >. iz waining moons, twice j times told, we give , To unrecover'd Jofs : we rather breath than live» 4 We fpend A ten years breath Before we apprehend What 'tis to live or fear a death : Our childiih dreams are fill'd with painted joys, Which pleafe our lenfe a while, and waking, prove but (toys. How

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		3 � o Hieroglyph. IX. s How vain How wretched is Poor man, that doth reirain A Have to 1'uch a iiate as this! His days'are fhort, at longell ; few, at moil: They are but bad, at bell ; yet lav�h'd out, or loft» 6 They he The fecret (brings That make our minutes fke On wheels more fwift than eagle's wings: Our life's a clock, and ev'ry galp of breath Breaths forth a warning grief, till time fhall Itrike % (death. 7 How foon Our new-born light Attains to full ag'd noon ! And this, bow foon to grey^hair'd night! We fpring, we bud, we bloi�bm, and we bla/l Eie we can count our days, our days they flee lb f aft» 8 They end When fearce begun 5 And ere we apprehend That we begun to live, our live is done : Man,-count thy days; and if they fly too fart For thy dull thoughts to count, count ev'ry day the laft»

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			Hieroglyph. IX. 35-1 Our infancy is confumed in.eating and flieping ; in all tpJjicli time, rvlat differ we from beafls, hit by a pojjibiiiii of reafon, and a nectfjity of fin ? 0 viifeiyof «unkind, in whom no foonev the image of God appeareth in the aft of his reafon, but the devil blurs it in the comibtion of his'will!

		E P I G. 9. To the decrepit man. Thus was the firft feventh part of thy few duys Conlum'd in fleep, i» food, in toyifh plays: _ iCnow'ft thou what tears thine eyes imparted then : Review thy lofs, and waa? thea» o'er agen.

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		Hieroglyph. X. _3>-₃ JOB 20. ii. His hones are full of the fins of his youth, i THE fwift foot poft of time harh now begun His fecond ftage ; The d�wning of our age Is loft and fpent without a fun : The light �f reafon did not yet appear Within th' horizon of this hemifphere. z The infant will had yet no other guide But twilight fenfe ; And what is gain'd from thence, But doubtful fteps that tread afide ? Reafon now draws her curtains ; her closed eyes Begin to open, and flie calls to rife. ■ 5 Youth's now difclofing buds peep out, and (hew 'Her Jpril head ; And, from her grafs-green b'ed, Her virgin primroi'e early blows j Whilft waking PJnlomel prepares to fing Her warbling fonnets to the wanton fpring. 4 His ftage is pleafant, and the way feems Ihor't, All ilrew'd with flow'rs j The days appear but hours Being fpent in time-beguiling fport. ^er griefs do neither prefs, nor doubts perplex J «ere's neither fear to curb, nor gare tg vex. ------------- Qa ------------ Hii$

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		35'4 Hieroglyph. X. s His downy cheeks grow proud, and now difdains ¹ The tutor's hand ; He glories to command The proud-neck'd Heed with prouder reins : The itrong-breath'd horn mult now 1'aliRe his ear With the glad downfal of the tailing deer. 6 His quick- nos'd army, with their deep-mouth'd founds, Muft now prepare To chafe the tim'rous hare, About his yet unmoitgag'd grounds ; The ill he hatef, i: counlel anJ delay ; And fears no mifchief but a rainy day. 7 The thought he takes, is how to take no thought For bale nor blits ; And late repentance is Tire Jail dear penVoitb that he bought: He is a dainty morning, and he may, 11 luit o'ercaii him not, be as fair a day. 8 Proud bloffom, ufe thy time : time's head Urong horls Will poll away. Trult not the foll'vving day, lor ev'ry day brings forth a woife: Take time at bell: believe't, thy days will fall 1'rom good to bad, from bad to worll of all.

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		E PIG. ic To the old man. Thy years are newly grey, his newly green ; His youth may Jive to fee what thine hath feen: He is thy parallel : hisprefent ftage And thine are the two tropicks of man's age. Q3

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		35S Hieroglyph. XI. 4 His fiage is (Irow'd with thorns, & deck'J wirhflow'is. year fometimes appears A minute; and his minutes, years: His doubtful weathers, fun-fhine mixt with fliowfs; His traflick, hope.-; and fears ; His life's a medley, made of fv/eets and fours ; His pains reward his fmiles and pouts; His diet is fair language mixt with flouts ; He is a nothing, all compos'd with doubts. 5 Do, wafte thine inch, proud fpan of Jiving earth, Confume thy golden days In flavifh freedom ; let thy ways Take bell advantage of thy frolick mirth; Thy Hock of time decays, And laviih plenty itill fore runs a dearth : The bird that's flown may turn at lalt ; And painful labour may repair a wafte, But pains nor price can call my minutes paft.

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		E PIG. ir. To the declining man] tVhy /land'ii thou discontented ? is not he As equal diftant from the top as thee f "What then may caufe thy dif'contemed ftown ? ^ie's mounting up the hill i thou plodding down.

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		Hieroglyph. X�jf. 3 61 DEUTERONOMY 33. a;. ^j /^y ^j, fo Jball thy flrength le.

The poft Of fwift-foot time \| Hath now at length begun The kalends of our middle ilage : The number'd iteps that we have gone, do fhow The number of thole fleps we are to go .- The buds and bloffoms of our age Are blown, decay'd and gone,, And all our prime Is loft: And what we boaft too much,we have leaft csufe to boaft

	Ah me/ There is no reft : Our time is always fleeing. What rein can curb our head-ftrong hours/ They poft away : they pafs we know not how : Our now is gone, before we can fay now i Time pa!t and future's none of ours : That hath as yet no being j And this hathceaft To be : What is, is only ours: how Ihort.a time have we!

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		3 62 Hieroglyph. X��. And now Apollo's ear Expefts harmonious ftrains, New minted from the Thacian lyre ; For now the virtue of the twi fork'd hill Infpires the ravifh'd fancy, and doth fill The veins with Vega[s.an fire : And now thole lleril brains That cannot fnow, Kor bear Some fiuits, fhall never wear ApolWs facred bow, Excefs And furfeit ufes To wait upon thei'edays ; Full feed and flowing cups of wine Conjure the fancy, forcing up afp'rit By th' eafy magick of debsuch'd delight \ Ah ! pity, twice-born Bacchus' vine Should ltarve Apollo's bays, And drown thole mules That blels And calm the peaeeful loul, when ftorms of care opprefs. Strong light, Boaft not rliol'e beams That can but only raife And blaze a while, and then aw?y : There is no folllice in thy day The midnight glory li:a Betwixt th extreams Of night, A glory foil'4 with fharpe, and fcol'd with falfe delight.

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Htifl thou climbed up to the full age of thy few days ? look lackwards and thou Jlj.ilt fee the frailty of thy youth, the folly of thy childhood, and the wajle of thy infancy : look forwards, thou /halt fee the cares of the world, the troubles of thy mind, the difeafes of thy body.

	E PIG. U. To the middle-aged. Thou that art prancing on the lufty noon Of thy full age, boaft not thy felf too foon : Convei t that breath to wail thy fickle flate ; Take heed, thou'It brag too foon, or boaft too late.

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JOHN 3, 30. He tnuft encreafe^ but I wufl decreafe. Time voids the table, dinner's done ; And now our day's declining fun Hath hurried his diurnal load To th' borders of the weltem road ; Fierce Pblegon, with his fellow fteeds, Now puffs and pants, and blows and bleeds, And froths and fumes, remembring ftill Their lafhes up th' Olympkk hill, Which having conquer'd, now difdain The whip, and champ the frothy rein, And witii a full career they bend Their paces to their journy's end : Our blazing taper now hath loft Her better half, nature hath croft Her forenoon book, and clear'd that fcore, But fcarce gives trtift for fo much more : And now their gen'rous lap forfakes Pier feir grown twig : a breath ev'n (hakes The down ripe fruit ; fruit foon divore'd From her dear branch, untouch'd, unforced. ]S'ow fanguin Venus doth begin To draw her wanton colours in, And flees neglefted in difgrace, Whilft Mars iupplies her lukewarm place : Blood turns choler : what this age Lofes in ilrength it finds in rage : That rich enamel, which, of old, . Damask'd the downy cheek, and told

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'$66 Hieroglyph. XIII A harmlefs guilt, unask'd, is now- Worn off from the audacious brow ; Luxurious dalliance, midnight revels, Loofe riot, and thofe venial evils Which inconfid'rate youth of late Could plead, now want an advocate: And what appear'd in former times Whilp'ring as faults, now. roar as crimes^ And now all ye whofe lips were wont To drench their coral in the font Of fork'd Pamajfus ; you that be The fons of Phabus, and can flee On wings of fancy to difplay The flag of high invention, flay, Repofe your quills ; your veins grow four, Tempt not your fait beyond her pow'r j If your pall'd fancies but decline, Cenfure will ilrike at ev'iy line And wound your names, the pop'lar ear Weighs what you are, not what you were : Thus hackney-like, we tire our age, Spur-gail'd with change from ftage to flage.

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	EPIG. ij. To the young wim. Young man, rejoice 5 and let thy rifirg days Cheer thy glad heart: think'rt thou thefeuphil! ways Lead to death's dungeon? no, but know witha!₃A rifnig 's but a prologue to a fall.

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		Hieroglyph. XIV. 369 JOHN 11. 3j. Tet a little while is the light with you* 1 THE day grows old,the low pitch'd lamp hath made No lets than treble fhade, And the defending damp doth now prepare T' uncurl bright Titanh hair j Whole weftern wardrobe now begins t' unfold Her purples, fring'd with gold, To cloath his ev'ning glory, when th' alarms Of reft fhall call to reil in reftlefs Thetis' arms, 2 '- Nature now calls to fupper, to refrefh The fpirits of all fiefn ; The toiling plowman drives his thirfly teams, To tafle the flipp'ry ftreams : The droiling fwine-herd knocks away, andfeafts His hungry whining gueils : The box-bill owzle, and the dapled thrufh Like hungty rivals, meet at their beloved bu% J And now the cold autumnal dews are feen- To cob-web ev'ry green; And by the low-fhorn rowens doth appear The faft-declining year : The faplefs branches doff rheir fummer fuits And wain their winter fruits ; . And iiormy blafts have fore cl the quaking trees To wrap their trembling limbs in iuits of mofiy freeze. Out

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		370 Hieroglyph. XIV. 4 Our wafted taper now hath brought her light To the next door to.night ; Her fprightlefs flame grown with great fnuff, doth turn Sad as her neighb'iing urn : Her {lender inch, that yet unfpent remains, Lights but to further pains, And in a filent language bids her gueft Prepare his weary limbs to take-eternal reft, J Now careful age hath pitch'd her painful plough Upon the furrow'd brow ; And fnowy blafls of discontented care Have blanch'd the falling hair: Sufpicious envy, mixt with jealous fpight, Difhrbs his weary night : He threatens youth with age ; and now, alas .' He owns not what he is, but vaunts the man he was.. 6 Grey hairs, purfue thy days, and let thy paft Read lectures to thy laft : Thofe hafty wings^that hurry'd them away^ Will give thefe days no day : The conftant wheels of natureicorn to tire Until her works expire : That blaft that nipt thy youth, will ruin thee; ("tree-. That hand that lhook the branch,will quickly iuike the

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Hieroglyph. XIV. 3 y \ S. C H R Y S. Grey hairs are honouralle, when the hehaviour [nits with grey hairs : but when an ancient man hath childifi manners. be bscdmeth more ridiculous than a child.

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		E P I G. 14, To the Touth. Seeft thou this good old man ? lie reprelents Thy future, thou his preterperfedt tenfe : Thou go'ft to labours, he prepares to reft : Thou break'it thy faft> he 1'ups \ now which is beft ?

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		372 Hieroglyph. XV.

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		Hieroglyph, XV. 373 PSALM 90. �o. The days of our years are threefcore years and ten. 1 SO have I feen th' ilhiftrious prince of light Rifing in glory from his crocean bed, Ana tiampiing down the horrid ibades or' night. Advancing more and more his conqu'ring head, Paiile firit, decline, at length begin to fhroud His fainting brows within a cole-black cloud. 2 So have I feen a well built caille fiand Upon the tip-toes of a lofty hill,. "Whofe adive pow'r commands both fea and land, And curbs the pride of the beleag'rer's will: At length her ag'd foundation fails her tntft, And lays her tott'ring ruins in the dull. So have I feen the blazing taper fhoot Her golden head into the feeble air, Whole {hadow-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 invet'rate ihades. 4 n fo this little world of living day, The pride of nature, glorify'd by art, Whom earth adores, and all her holts obey, Aliy'd to heav'n by his diviner part, Triumphs a while, tiien droops, and then decays, And worn by age, death cancels all his days. That

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		374 Hieroglyph. XV. s That glorious fun, that whilom flione fo bright, Is now ev'n ravifh'd from our dafken'deyes : That fiurdy ca"le, mann'd with io much might, Lies now a mon'ntent of her own difguiie : That blazing taper, that difdain'd the puff Of troubled air, fcaiceowns the name of inuff» 6 foor bed-rid man ! w'neie is that glory now, [o vaunted ? wheie that aiajefty "Wbicl n thy manly brow ? m ^? that daring eye ? Thofe s ? tnoie Bacchanalian tones r Thofe fwclliiig- veins ? thofe marrow faming bones? 7 Thy drooping glory^biurr'd, and profirate lies Grov'J ift ; and frightful, hotrour, now, sihful eyes \ s thy distracted brow : its all her breath by groan?, And nerves thy marrow-wafted bones. 8 "hat's born of woman can remain But a fcort time : his days are full of fortow ^ His lifev a penance, and his death's a pain 5 ■Springs like a fiow'r to day, and fades to morrow ; His breath;.? , and his day's a Ipan : 'lis gloiiuus naifery to be born amain

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Hieroglyph. XV. 375, CYPR. When eyes are dim. ears deaf, vifage pale, teeth decayed, skin withered, breath tainted, pipes furred, knees tiemblivg, hands fumbling, feet failing, the fuddsn downfall of thy fleftly houfe is near at hand. S. AUGUST. All vices wax old by age : covetoiifnefs alone groweth young.

	E PIG. 15. To the Infant. ' What he doth fpend in groans, thou fpend'ft in tears: iudgmenf and ftrength's alike in both your years ; [e's helplefs ; lb art thou ; what diff'rence then ? He's an old infant ; thou, a young old man.

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No, no 'twas neither Hecat&an fpite,

Nor charm below, nor pow'r above ;
,'Twas neither Circe's fpell, nor Stygian fpright,
That thus transform'd our God of love j
f'Twas owl ey'd Lutt (more potent far than they}
Whofe eyes and adions hate the day :
.Whom all the world obferve, whom all the world obey.

⁵See how the latter Trumpet's dreadful blaft

Affrights flout Mars his trembling fon !
See, how he flatties S how he ilands agaft,
And fcrambles from his melting t hi one !

Hark how the direful hand of vengeance tears
The fwelt^rring eiouds, whilft heav'n appears
A circle fill'd with flame, and centred with his feats.

6
This is that day, whofe oft report hath worn

Negledted tongues uf piophets bare -,
The Uitnlels fubject of the worldling's fcorn,
The fum of men and angels piay'r :

This, this the day, whole all-difcerning light
Raufa^ks the feciet dens of night,
And fevers good from bad j tiue joys trom falfe delight'

7

You grov'ling worldlings, you, whofe wifdom trades

Where Jight ne'er ihot his goicen ray,

That hide your adliona in i immerian fhacies,

How will your eyes endvr.e tills day f

Hills will be deaf, and mountains will not hear ;
There be no caves, no coiners there, (Tea*»

To fhade your louls from fire, to Ihield your hearts froU¹

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