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am reconciled *, before I enjojf peace J am at variant^.

E P I G. 8.

What need that houfc be daub'd with fleOi and blood ?
Hang'd round with filksand gold ? repair'd with food?
Coft idly fpent ! That coft doth but prolong
Thy thraldome. Fool, thou mak'ft thy jail too ftrong.



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1 cmi tn a S freight bjtujvxzttwo haueim a
Beiire to Depart tr to he w Christ. .
f'kll . ?.z 3 . f. H.van. itcve, sculf.

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J am in a flraight hetiveen two : having a ic
fire to he cUjfolved^ and to he with ChriH*

WHat meant our careful parents To to wear.
And lavifh out their ill extended hpurs.
To purchafe for us larg? poflTeffirvr.s here,
Which (though unpurchasM) are too truly ours ?
What meant they, ah, what meant they to endure
Such loads of needlefs labour to procure
And make that thing our own,which was our own too fure*


What mean thefe liv'ries and poffeflive keyes ?

What m-^ :^ X the'e bargains, and thrfc needlefs fales ?
Whcit neeathef'- i^alous, thefe rufpicious ways
Of law-devi. '. and Uw-diffolv'd enta'ls ?
No reed t .weat for s;old, wherewith to buy
r.ilatei of jigh-\iiiz'd land ; no need to tie
Earth to their hcirs^wcre they but clog^'d with earthjas I.


O were their fouls but clogg'd with earth, as T,
Th' would not purchafe with fo fait an itch ;
They would '.ottake of alms, v^hat now they buy ?
. Nor call r> m happy, whom the world counts rich ;
rhev would not rake fuch pains, projecl and prog.
To h^rge their fhoulders with fo great a log :
, Who hath the greater lands, hath but the greater c!og.:


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I cannot do an a£l which earth difJains ;

I cannot think a thought which earth corrupts no: ;
I cannot fpeak a word which earth profanes not
I canno: make a vow earth interprets not :
if I but offer up an early groan,
Or fprcad my wings toHcav'ns long-long'd for throne
She darkens my complaints, and draggs my oifring down.


Ev'n like the hawk, (whofe keepers wary hands
Have made a prisoner to her wechring ftock}
Forgetting quire the pow'^ of her faft bands.
Makes a rank bate from her forfakr^n block,
But her to faithful lea(hdoth foon retain
Her broken flight, attempced oft in vain -
It gives herloin3 a Gwich, and tuggsher back again.

St?, when my foul dire£^s her better eye

To Keav'ns bright Palace (where my treafure lies)

I fpread my willing wings, but cannot Hie,

Earth haks me down, Tcannot, cannot rife :

When 1 but ftrivc to mount the leifl: degree,

Earth gives a jerk, and foils me on my knee ;

Lordj how ray Ibul is rack'd betwixt the world and thee !■


Great God, I fpread my feeble wings in vain;

In vain 1 offer my extended hands:
1 cjnnoc mouut till thou unlink my chain *
1 cannot come till thou releafc my bands:
Which if thou pleafe to break, and then fupply
My wings with fpirir, th' Eagle (hall not fiic
A p'tch that's half fo fair, nor half fo fwift as I.


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BONAVENT. Solibq. Cap. i.

Ah fwiet fdfxe^ pierce xhe mirroxo cf my foul wiib tbs
biihhful fodfts of ihj lov^,tbit it mdt truly bu^n and meh iwi
iw^urftJ voith zbe only a::[:rt of tkea ; tbii it m:J drfire to be
diJfjlveJ, anirohsToitb tkee : Lst it hunger ihns for the
brad of lifix Let it tkir^ after thee, the faring indfouRtiin of
eternil light, tie fireim of true j^leafn^e i Ut it nircaySj defire
tbee^ [idth^e, and find thee^ andfvoscdj reJiiBibce,

EPIG. 4.

What ? vgill thy (hackles neither loofe nor break.
Are they, too ftrong, or is thy arm too weak ?
Art will prevail where koocty ftrcngth denies;
My fool, chert's A^u^ fortU m thine eyes.


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3nng my Soule out oJ^FriTon that IniM/
^rai/e tfty Maine Ps. j^ z.7.

F. -H. Van. Hnv. Sculp:

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P S A L M. 142. 7.

Bring my foul out ofprifoft, that I may praife
thy Name.

MY Soul is like a Bird, my flefh the cage, ^ f? ••%
Wherein (he wears her weary pilgrimage ■
Gf hcurs, as few as evil, daily fed "^

With facred Wine, and Sacramental Bread ; *
The keyes that lock her in, and let her out,
Are Birth and Death ; *cwixt both {he hops about
From pearch to pearch, from fenfc to reafon ; then
From higher reafon down to fenfe again :
From fcnfe Ihe climbs to Faith ; where for a feafon
She fits and ficgs ; then down again to reafon ••
From reafon back to faith, and ftreight from thence
She rudely flutters to the perch of fenfe :
From fence to hope ; then hops from hope to doubt.
From doubt, to to dull defpair ; there feekj about
For defp*rate freedom, and at ev'ry grate.
She wiluly thrufts, and beggs th' untimely date
Of the unexpired thraldom, to releafe
Th' afRic^ed captive, that can fird no peace.
Thus am I ccop'd within this flefhly C9ge
I wear my youth, and waft my weary age,
Spending that breath which was ordain'd to cbaunt
Hcav*ns praifes forth, infighs, a cd fad complaint:
Whilft happier birds can fpread thcif nimble wing
^'-"jni Ihrubi :o Cedars, and there chirp anpfing,

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In choice pF raptures, harmonious ftory
Of mans Redemption, snd his Makers glory :
You glorious Martyrs, you illuftrious ftcops,
That once were cloyfter'd in your flefhly coop5.
As fait as I, what rhei'rick had your tongues ?
What dextrous Art had your Elegiac fongs ?
What Pi;//-//tf po^v'r had your admir'd devotion
What ih^ckle,brcakng faith infus'd fuch motion
To your firong prayer, that could obtain the boon
To be enlarged ; to be unca^'d fo foon ?
What I, poor T, can fing my daily tears,
Grown old ia boadsg?, and can find no edrs :
You gresc p^irtakers of eternal glory,
Xhat with your Heav'n-prevailiog Oratory,
^:leai'd your fouls fro.n] your terrefirial cage,
Pv-rrnit the paffion of my holy r3ge
To recommend my forrows, dearly known
To 3'oa, in days of old, and once your own.
To your beft thoughts, (but oh't doth not befit ye
To move your pray'rs ; you love j .y, not pittie :)
Great Lord of fouls to whom fhouid pris'ners file,
But thee i Thou cafl a cage as well as I ;
And for my fake, thy plea fu re was to know
The forrows that it brought, and felt*ft them too ;
O {ct me free and I will fpend thofe days,
Whkh no^ I wai^e in begging, in thy praife.


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A N S E L M. in Protolog. cip. i.

miferabJe condition of mankind^ tbit haa lofi tbit for
rokich he wx created] Aid/! ^ rvhatbath he lofl} 'And whit
birk he found ? Jife bath hfi happinefsfor which he ttat 'midc,
gnd found miftfry for which bewaa not mude : Whit is gone ?
And whit is left ? Thit thir.^ is gene, without which he is un-
happy ? rhit thing is left by which be is miferable: O wretched
mtn ! From whence are we expelled f To whit are we impel'
Jed ? whence are we thrown ? And whither are we hurried ?
Froim our honu into banijhment ; from the fight cf God into
our own blindne^ ; from the pkafure of imTr.crtality to the
bitteruf(s ofdeiib: Miferable charge ! From how great agond^
to bow great an evil ? Ah me, what have J enter prifed ? What
bive I done ? Whether did I go ? Whether am J come ?

E P I G. 10.

Pauls midnight-vcice prcvaii'd; his muficks thunder
Uohing'd the prifon- doors, fplit bolts in furder :
And litt'ft thou here, and hang'rt the feeble wing ?
Andwhin'ft tobecnlar^'d ? Soul, learn to fing,
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As thtKart'ganteth^ftcrthe waterhrcsh
So pantipth myfouh after- diee C Lcft^. \

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PSALM. 14. 2,

As the Heart panteth after the ivater^hrooks,
fopanteth my foul after thee, OGod.

HOw fhaO my tongue exprers that hallow'd fire
Which Heav*ii hath kindled in my ravifli'd heart ?
IVhat Mufe {hall I invoke, that will infpirc

My lowly quill to aft a lofty part !
What Art (hall 1 devife t'exprefs defire,
Too intricate to bs cxprefa'd by Art !
Let aU the Nine be filent ; I refute
Their aid in this high taik, for they abufe
The flames of love too much : Aflift me^ Diviii Mufe*

Not as the thirfty foil defires foft (how'rs

To quicken and rcfrefh her Embrion grain ;
Nor as the drooping crefts of fading fiow'rs

Requcfis the bounty of a morning raio^
Do I dcfire my God ; Thefe in few hours,
Rc-wi(h what late their wiQies did obtain.
But as the fwift foot Hart doth wounded flic
To th' much dcfired ftreams, even fo do I
Pant after thee, my God, whom Imuft find^ or die.


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Before a pack of deep-mouth 'd luftslflec;

O, they have fiagled out my panting heart.
And wanton Cuptd^ fitting in a rr-e.

Hath piercM my bofome with a flaming dart ;
My foul being fpent, for refuge feeks to thcc.
But cannot find where thou my refuge art :
Like as the fwift-foot Hart doth wounded flic
To the dcfired ftreams, cv'n fo do I
Pant afcer thee, my God, whom I mutt find, or die.

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

Thou drew*ttthe wanton dart from out my wound
The blood that folio w'd, left a purple track,

Which brought a Serpent, but in fhape a Hound ;
We ftrove, he bit me ; but thou break'lt his back,
I left himgrov'iiogonth'envenons'd ground ;
Butas the Serpent bitten Hart dothfiie
To the loDg-long*d for ftreams, ev'n fo did I
Pant after thee, my God, whom I muft find, or die.

If Luft fhould chafe my foul, made fwift by fright,
• Thou art the ftream, whereto my foul is bound *
Or if a Jav*lin wound my fides in flight,

Thou art the Balfom that muft cure my wound :

If poyfon change t' infeft my foul in fight,

'i hou art the Treacle that muft make me found •

Ev*ii as the wounded Hart, emboft, dothfiie

To th* ftreams extreamly Iong*d for, fo do I.

Past afcer thee, my God, who>'n I muft find, or die.


3ook 5. EmlUrnes. 291

CY RIL.lib. 5. in [oh. cap. 10.

O precio'M wner, rvkrcb (^uenchetb the roifomc ihiffi cftbii
world, [cDurexh I'j tl^e ftdins of finners, tbit TVjLiereth the
esrthof otr \cv.h rchh hfivfvh jhcroiTS^ ard bringetb bick
tke ibirflj ban of min to bit only Gcd \

S. AUGUST. Selilcq. 35.

fountain of life, and vein of living rollers^ toben fhM.ll I
Jei'Ji tbii forfjken^ irrpajfibje, and dry eanb, ar.dta^^ the ved"
ters of thy Jrvsrtntfs^ihat I m^y behold thy virtue and tby ghrjy
and fuck my tkirfi rvith the /: reams of tby mercy ; Leri, 1
thirfi : Tbcuarttbe f^rir.gof life, fatufc mi ; Jtbir^ Lord,
J thirfi after thee tb€ livirg God !

E P I G. II.

The arrow fmitfen Har:. -deep w©>jndccf, flies
To th* fprirgs with water in his weeping eyes :
Heav'n is thy fpring ; if Sotans fiery dart
Pierce thy faint fides: Dofo, my wouDdcd Heart.



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Book f. Emllemes. 2.93


PSALM 41. 2.


ff7;^« Jhall I come and appear before God t

WHat is my foul the better to be tmM
With holy fire ? What boots it to be coyaM
With Heavens own ftamp ? What vantage caa there bf
To fouli of Heav^n-defcnded pedigree,
More, then ta beaft that grovel ? Arc not they
Fed by th' Aioiighties hand f And ev'ry day,
Fili'd with his blcflfings too ? Do they cot fee
God in his Creatures, as direct as we ?
Do they not t:fte thee ? Hearihse? Nay, what fen fe
Is not partaker cf thine Excellecce ?
Whit more do we ? AloS, what ferves ourreafon,
But, like dark-lanthorns, to accomplifh treafoa
With greater clofencfs ? It affords no light.
Brings thee no nearer to our purbline fight :
No pleafure riG:s up thee leatt degree.
Great God, but in the clearer-view of thee:
What priv'ledge more then fenfe hath reafon then ?<
Whit vantage is it to be born, a man ?
How ofttn hath my patience built, dear lord.
Vain towers of hope upon thy gracious Word ?
Hew often hath thy Hope- reviving Grace
Woo'd my fufpirious eyes to feek thy face ?
How often have I fought thee ? O how long
Hath exps£lati m taught my pcrfeft tongue
Repeated pray'r?, yccprayVs could- nc'r obtain ]
In vain 1 feck ;h$^j and I b?g in vain ;


294 Emllemes. Book j,

If it be higa prefamption to behold
Thy face, why didft thou make mine eyes fo bold
To fcek it? It" that objra, be too bright
For mans afpe^, why did thy lips invite
Mine eye t* expe£l ic ? If it might be feen.
Why is this envious curtain drawn between
♦ly darkncd eye and ic ? O tell mc, why
TIy>a doft command the thing thou doil deny ;
Why doft thou give me fo unpriz'd a treafure.
And then deny*it my greedy foul the pleafurc
'To view my gift : Alas, that gift is void.
And is no gift, that may not be enjoy *d :
If thofe refulgent beams of Heavens great light
Guild not the day, wh^t is the day, but night ?
The drowzy fhepherd deeps ; flowrs droop and fade ;
The birds are fullen, and the beafts is fad :
But if bright T'nm dart his golden ray,
And, wichhis riches, glorifietheday.
The jolly (hepherd pipes ; flowrs fre(hly fpring ;
The beafts grown gamefome, and the birds they Gng,
Thou art my Sun, great God •• O when (hall I
View the full beams of thy Meridian eye ?
Draw, draw this flclhly courtain, that denies
The gracious prefenceof thy glorious eyes ;
Or give me faith ; and by the eye of grace,
X diall behold thee, thou^ii not face to face.


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S. AUGUST, in. Pfal. 39.

who crested aJI things U better thin all things ; roho hsdu-
tifed all things 14 more beautiful than all things : Who made
fircngf.h it ftrorger than all things : Who madi great things U
greater than all things i W a^foever thou lev: fi, bstt that to
thse: Learn to lovethc- rvcriman in bit rvorhy the Crearour
in hU creature: Let not th :t which WJ* made hj him pojfefs
tbe^y kjl thou Lfe him bj vshom tbyj'eJf >pjtf made.

S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 57.

O thou mofi froeet, mofl gracio'u^ rnojl amiable, noft fairy
Tohin jhall I fse tte: ? B if » Jhill I be [atisfiedroith thy beau-
ty ? tvlen'^jlltbau '<^ad ms from this dark duvgecn. that I
ma) confefh^k^Binu.

EPIG. 12.
How ait thoa (haded ia this veil of night,
Bejiind thy curtain flcfh ? Thou (eeft no light,
Buc what thy pride doth challenge, as ber own ;
Thy fie(h is high : Soul, take thi^ curtain down.



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{by aw ay and be at re/h ^J:s'^ - ^ •

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PSALM. J J. ^6.

that I had the mngrof a Dove, f$r thei^
Jivould flie avoay and he at rejl !

ANd am I fworn a drnghil-flave for ever
To earth's bafe drudg'ry ? IhaO I never find
A night of reft ? fhalf my Indentures never

Be cartcell'd ? did injurioui Nature bind
My foul earth's prentice, with no claufe to leave her ?
TsTo day of freedom : muft I ever griad ;
O that I had the pinions of a Dove,
That T might quit my bands and fore above,
^And pour my juft complaints before the great Jebove )

How happy arc the Doves^ that have the pow'r

When c're they pleafe, to fpread their airy wings \
Or cloud-dividing Eagles, that can towrc

Above the fcent of thefc inferiour things!
How happy h the Lark, that ev'ry hour
^ Leaves earth, and then for joy mounts up and fings !
'm Had my dull foul but wiigs as well as they,
*' How I would fpring from earth, and dip away!
At wife AnrtA did, and fcorn this ball of clay.



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O how my foul would fpura this ball of day,

And loach the dainties of earth's painful pleafure i
O how Tde laugh to fee men night and day

Turmoil, to gain that traih, they all their treafure f
O how.I'de fmile tof;e what plots they lay
To catch a blaft, or own a fmile from Cxfur !
Had I the pinions of a mounting Dove,
How I would fear and fing, and hate the love
Of tranfitory toys, and feed on joys above !

There fhould I find that evcrlafling pleafure, (not j

Which change removes not, and which chance prevents.
There fhould I find that evcrlafting treafure,

Which force deprives not, fortune difaugments not ;
There fliould I find that cverlafting Cx^ir^
Whofe hand recalls not, and whofe heart repents not ;
Had I the pinions of a clipping Dore,
How I would climb the skies, and hate the love
Of tranfitory toys, and joy in things above !

No rank mouth'd flander there (hall give offence.
Or blafl our blooming names, as here they do j
Noliver-fcaldingluft ftiall there incenfc ^

Our boiling veins. There is no Curtis bow ;
Lord, give my foul the milk-white innocence
Of Doves, and I fhcll have their pinions too :
Had I the pinions cf a fprighciy Dove,'
How I would quit this earth, and foar above
And Hcav'ns blefl kiiigdom find, with Hcav ns blcft King



Book j. Emhlernes. ±99

S. AUGUST. inPfaUiiS^

Wbit Toh^sjhjuld Idefire^ hut the two precepts ofkve, en
which the Liro^ and the Prophits depend] O if I could obtaitt
tbefe roifi^s, I could fir from thy fice to thy face^ from the fice
ef thy Juffice to the fice of thy Mercy : lit ui find tbofe mngi
by love, which vjc hive hS by lufi,

%. AUGUST. inPfal. ^6.

Let iu ciH offrobitfoever kinderetb, entiitgleth^ or burden-
etb our flight, until we attain tbjt which fdtufietb i beyond
which, nothing it \bencdib which, aS things are j of which aB
things ire :

EPIG. 12*

Ten me, my wifhlag foul, did*ft cTer tri6
Ho* feft the wings of red croi^ faith can flie ?
Why bcgg'ft chou then the pinions of a Dove ?
Paichs wings are fritter, but the fwifteft loYC.

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How amidhleare thy Taheniacles Lord
qf B.osts, my Souh iowfii,yea eiteii^
^aintethfor the csurts'cfthe Lord. f. 7a, .

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PSALM 84.1.

How amiahle arc thy tahernacles, God of

HoHs !

ANtientof days to whom an times are Now;
Before whofe Glory Scraphimi do bow
1 heir bluOiing checks, and veil their blemifh'd faces.
That, uncontain'd, at oace doth fill all places;
How glorious, O how far beyond the height
*Of puz'Ied quils, or the obtufe conceit
Of flelhand blood, or the too flat reports
Of mortal toDgues are thy exprefleS courts !
Whofe glory to paint forth with greater Art,
Ravifh my fancy, and infpire my heart ;
Excufe my bold attempt, and pardon me
For (hewing fenfe, what Faith alone (hould fee#
Ten thoufand millions, and ten thoufand more
Of A ngel-meafured leagues, from th* Eaftern (Iiore
Of dungeon-earth his glorious Palace ffcands.
Before whofe pearly gates ten thoufand bands
Of armed Angles wait to entertain
Thofe purged fouls, for which the Lamb was flain ;
Whofe guiltlefs death and voluntary yielding
Of whofe given life, gave the brave court her buildlflg ;
The lake warm blood of this dear Lamb being fpilt;
To rubies turn'd whereof her pofti were built;
And what dropped do*n in a kind gelid gore.
Did turn rich Saphyrcs, and did pivc her floor;

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The brighter flam-s, that from his eye-balls ray *d.
Grew Chryfolites, .' eieof tnr walls were made:
The milder glances fp.-kled on the ground,
And groundfild every door with Diamond ;
But dying, dafted upwar<38, and did fix
A battlement of pureft Sardonix.
Her ftreets with burniOiM gold are paved round,
Stars lye like pebbles fcattVed en the ground :
Pearl mixt with Onyx, and ihe Jafper flone.
Made graveD'd caufe-ways to be trampled on*
There Ihines no Sun by day, no Moon by night.
The Palace glory is the Palace light:
There is no time to meafure motion by.
Their Time is f^A^allowM with Eternity i
Wry-mouth'd Difdain, and corner hunting Luft,
And twy facM Fraud, and beetle- browM Diftruft
Soul- boyling Rage, and trouble ffate Sedition,
And giddy Doubt, and goggle- ey»d Sufpition,
And lumpllh Sorrow, and degenVous Fear
Are banifli'd thence, and Death's a ftranger there :
But fimple Love, and fempiternal Joys
Who(e fweetnefs neither gluts nor tulnefs cloys ;
Where face to face our ravifh'd eye (hall fee
Great E L O H I M, that glorious One in Three,
And Three in Oce, and feeing him fliaO bled him,
Andblefling, love him, and in love poffefihim.
Here ftay my foul and ravifh in relation :
The words being fpent, f^end now in contcmplatio^i.

S. G R E G.

Book 5. Emikmes. 303

$. G R E G. in Pfal. 7. pcenkent.

Sweet Je/W, the Word of the ^aihrr, the brightnefi of pi"
ternal glory, whom AngUs delight to view, teach me to do thjf
will'; t hat kdkj thy good Spirit, I mjy come to that bUfci
City, where day it eternal^ where there it certain fecurity, and
Jecure tternity, and eternal psace, and peaceful bappinefs, and
happy fweetnefs, andfwset pleafure ; where thou, God, with
the Father and the holy Spirit liveH and reignefl world with-
out end.


There ii li^ht without darhnefs', joy without grief; defre
without punijhment ; love withcut fadnefs ; fatiety without
loathing ; fafty without fear 5 health without difeafe ; and
life without deathi

E PIG. 14.

My foul, pry not too nearly ; the complcxio;i
Of Sols bright face is feen by rcfleftion:
But would'rf thou know what's Hcavn ? PI tell thee what.
Think what thou caaft not think, and Heaven is chat,

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^^ke ha/i my- b^hp-L'cl cmiL't'c 'r^-x Lh ^
tiRoej pt^t: ayoima Jtartui'. -n.y Iflount;
iaims of /}ueJ' . can f :S: i^.

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Make haff, my BeloveJ, and he like the Roe,
or the young Hart upon the mountains of

GO, gentle tyrant, go; thy 4ames do pierce ;
My foul too deep ; thy flamej a'c too too fierce 5

My marrow melts, my fainting fpirits ^ y

r th' torrid Zone of thy Meridian eye .

Away, away, thy fweets are too perfuming:

Turn, turn thy face, thy fires are too con Aiming:
Hafthcncej and let thy winged ftepsouc go
The frighted Ro-buck, and this fiying Roe.

But wilt thou leave me then ? O thou that art

Life of my fool, foul of my dying heart,

Withoat the fweet afpecV of whofe fair eyes?

My foul doth languilh, and her lolace dies,

Art thoufo eafily wooM ? fo apt to heir

The frantick language of my Foolifh fear P

Leave, leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me \
Look, look upon me, thougk thine eyes o'recome me.

how they womd !Bat how my wounds content me !
How fwceily thefe delightful pains torment me !
How I an tortured in exceflive raea(ure

Of pleafing cruelties too cruel meafure /

Torn, torn away, remove thy fcorching beams ; J

1 Unguilh with thefe bitter- fivect extreasii:


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Hafte then,and let thy winged fleps out-go
The flying Ro-buck, and his frighted Ro.
Turn back, my dear ; O let my ravilh'd eye
Once more behold thy face before thoa fly ;
What fhall we part without a mutual kifs ?

who can leave fo fweet a face as this f
Look fuU upon me ; for my fouldefires
To turn a holy Martyr in thofe fires :

O leave me not, cor turn thy beauty from me ;
Look, look upon me, though thy flames ov*f come nic.
If *thou becloud the Sun- fhine of thy eye,

1 freeze to death, and if it (hine, 1 fry ;
Which like a feavcr, that my foul hath got.
Makes me to burn too cold, or freeze too hot-*
Alas, I cannot bear fo fweet a fmart.

Nor canfl thou be left glorious, than thou art*
Hafle then, and let thy winged fteps out-go
The frighted R.0 buck, and this flying Ro,

But go not far beyond the reach of breath ;

Too large adirtance makes another death :

My youth is in her fpring ; Autumnal vows

Will make me riper for fo fweet a Spoule ;

When afcer- tittles have burnifh'd my dcfire,

Vi (hoot thee flames for flames, and fire for fire.
O leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ;
Look, look upon me, though thy flames ov'rcomc mc


Book J. Emllemes. 307

Autor fcala? Paradifi. Tom. 9. Aug. cap. S.

Fe^r noty O Bride, nor de^iir ; think not tbjfclf conumned
if thy Briitgroom voithinvo his face d tohilf : All things cO'
opcrcL'-efor the beji \ Both from his abfena^ and bit presence
itougainfl light I He cometb to th^e^ and he goethfrcm the: t
He cometb to mike thee conJJute ; heg?eth, to make thee cau-
tiomjeft thy abundant confolation puff^tbee upiHe comstb.that
ih) hnguifhing foul maybe corafcrted'y he goetb, left hit fa-
fftiliirityfhould be contemned ; and being abftnt to be more
defirtd \ and being d' fired, to be more earneQly fought ; And
being long fought^ to bz more n^ceptably found.

EPTG. 15.
My foul finsMonftcr, whom with greater cafe "
Ten thoufaod fold, thy God could make than plcafe
What woiild'a thou haverNorpl€a>'d with 5un,nor fhade?
Heav'fl knows not what to make of what he made.



Book 5',

^^'idcfaQ Cor mat (id




REV. 2. la

Be thou faithful unto Death y and I will give
thee the Crown of Life.

JLJE faithful. Lord, what*s that ?
Believe : 'tis cafic to believe ; but what ?

That he whom thy hard heart hath wounded,

And whom thy fcorn hath fpit upon,

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