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Hath paid thy fine, and hath compounded

For thefe fouls deeds thy hands have done %
Believe, that he whofe gentle palms

Thy n«edlc pointed fms have nailM,
Hath born thy (lavifh load fof alms)
And madcfupply where thou haft fail'd,
Did ever mis'ry find foftrange relief ?
It is a love too ftrange for mans belie^.

Believe that he whofe fide
Jhy crimes have picrc'd with their rebellions, dy'd,
Tofavc thy guilty foul from dying

Ten thoufand horrid deaths, from whence
There was no fcape, there was no flying,
But through his deareft bloods expcnce :
Believe, this dying friend requires
No other thanks for all his pain.
But e? n the truth of weak defires.
And for his love, but love again :
Did ever mis'ry find fo true a friend ?
It is a love too raft to comprehexid.


3IO Emhltmes. Book 5*,

With flood« of tears baptize
And drench thcfe dry, thefe unregcn'ratceyes *
Lord, whet my dull my blunt belief.

And break this flcflily rock in fundcr.
That from this heart, this hell of grief,
May fpringa Hcav'n of love and wonder:

if thy mercies will remove

And mclc this lead from my belief,
My grief will th.-n refine my love.
My love will then refrefh my grief,
Then weep mine eyes as he hath bled ; vouchfafc
To drop for every drop an Epitaph*

But is the crown of Glory
The wages of a lamentable ftory ?

Or caa fo great a purchafe rife

From a fait humour ? Caa mine eye
Run faft enough t* obtain this prize ?
If lo. Lord, who*s fo mad to die ?
Thy tears are trifles ; thoumuftdo:
Alas I cannot then endeavour :

1 will ! But will a tug or two

Suffice the turn ? Thou muft perfever :
1*1 flrivetiil death -, aad lliall my feeble firife
Be crowned ? I'l crown it with a crown of life.

But is there fuch a dearth
That thou muft buy, what is thy due by birth ?
Jie whom thy hands did form of dafl

And give him breath upan condition ;
To love his great Creatour, muft

He now be thine by compofition f
Art thou a gracious God and mild.

Or head.ftro3g man rebellious rather ?
O, man's a bafe rebellious child.
And thou a very gncio-is Facher :
Thegifc is rhme; we itrive, thoacrowa'ft our ftrife;
Thciiftiv'ft Uj Faith ; and Faith, acro^'o of life.

The mini of tkc Frontifpie^i,

This Bubble's Man: Hope. Rar, falic Jov snd Trouble,
Arc thofc Four Winds which daily tofs this Bubble.


To the Right Honourable

Joth in BLOOD and VIRTUE,

And Moft Accompliili'd Lady


Counters of VOKSET,

Lady Cover nefs fo'tbe Moft Illoftrious





Excellent Lady,

[Prefent thefe Tapors to hum under the
fafe froteiiion of your Honour alk I^ame ;
ibere, I prefume, they ftand Jecure from the
"yawps of Ignorance, and Blafls of Cenfure,
X It

The Epiftle Dedicatory.

// is afmall part of that abundant fervke
which my thankful heart oweth your incom*
parable goodnefs. Be pleafed to honour it
with your noble Acceptance, which fhall h
nothing but what your own efieem fhall make


Yout Ladifliip's
Moft Humble Servant^

fra. Quarks.


To the READER.

IF you are fatisfied with my EmhlemSy \
here fet before you a ftcond Service. It
is an Egyptian Difh, drefl on the Englijb
Falhion : They, at their Feafts, ufed to
prefent a Death's-Head at their Second
Courfe : This will (erve for both. You
need not fear a Surfeit : Here is but Httle,
and that light of digeftion : If it but
pleafe your Palate , I queftion not your
Stomack : Fall too ; and much good may
it do you.

Convivio addit Minerval. £. B.

Rem, Regem, Regimen^ Regionem, Rellgionemt
Exorndtj celehraty laudat, honorat, anti^t^

X 2


Hieroglyph. I.

Hieroglyph. L %^%

PSALM. 1.5^.

BehoU I WAS fbapen in iniquity^ and in fin
did njy Mother conceive rue.

MAn is man'* >4. S. C. There is nenc tliat can
Read God aright, iii*>lers he firft fperllMan:
Man is the ftairs, \*hcreby his knowledge climbf.
To his Creatour though it oftentimes
Stumbles for want of light, ahd fometitrei trip!
For want t f careful heed ; aad fometimei (lipl
Through unac'vifed hrfte; and thenac lengt*
His N*eary ftep? have reach'd the top, his ftrength
Oft falls to l^and ; his giJdy brains turn round,
And I'ht^on- like, falTs headlong to the ground :
Thcfe iT.'T-s are often dark, and full of danger
To him. -^ '.om want of praftice makes a ftracger.
To this blind way : the Lamps of nature lends
But afalfelight, and lights to herownendi.
Thcfe be the ways to Heaven, thefe paths require
A light it{it Tprings from that Diviner tire,
Whofc human foul-enlightn'ng Sun-beams dart
Through the bright crannies of th'immortal part.

And here thou great Original of Light,

Whofs crrour- chafing beams do unbenight

The very foul of darknefs, and untwift

The clouds of ignorance, do thou aflift

My feeble qulil ; reflect thy facred raves

Upon thcfe lines, that they may light the ways

That lead to thee; To guide my heart, my hand.

That I may do what others underfland.

Let my heart praiJiccwhac my hand (hall write;

lilUhcb, 1 im aTapor wanting light.

X3 This

3^4 Hieroglyph, I.

This golden Precept, l^nowthyfelf, comedown
From Heavn»s high Court : It was aa Art unknown
To flefh and blood. The men of Nature took
Great jouraies in it : Their dim eyes did look
But through the mift, like Pilgrims they did fpend
ITheir idle fteps, but know no journics end.
The way to know thy felf, is firft to caft
Thy frail beginning. Progrcft, andthylaftt
This is the fum of Man-r But now return
And view thisTfifflour ftanding in this Urn.
Behold her fubftance fordid and impure,
Ufclefs and vain, and (wanting light; obfcnro:
'Tis but a fpan at longeft, nor can laft
Beyond that fpan ; ordain'd and made to waft :
Ev»n fuch was Man ^before his foul gave light
To this vile fubftance) a meer child of night ;
Ere he had life, eftated in his Urn,
And markt for death ; by nature, born to birn :
Thus llvelefs, lightlefs, worthlefs firft began
Jhat glQriQm, that prefumptuous thing caH'd Man,


Hieroglyph. I. 3xy


Confidgr, O mm, vobit tkou totrt bifou thy birtby and wba
thou Art from thy birtb to thy death, and rvbat tbou Jhalt bt
after death : Tbou toertmade of an impure fubfianeCy chtbed
and nourijhed in thy tnotbers blood.

E P 1 G. I.

Forbear, fond Tapour ; What thou fcek'ft, is fire:
Thy owD diftruftion's lodg'd in thy defire.
i hy wants arc far more fafc then their fupply :
He that begins to livCj bcginb to die.

X 4

3i6 Bitrolfyphy IL

Z\ zscius luide


Hieroglyph. IF. 317

GEN, 2. 3.

And God f aid y Let there h Alight ; and there
was Light.

THis flame expeSing Tapour hath at length
Received fire, and now begins to burn :
It hath DO vigour yet, it hath ne ftrength ;
Apt to be puft and qucnchc at every turn:
It was a gracious hand that thus endoA'd
This (huff with flame:But mark this hand doth (hroud
Jt felf from mortal eyes, and fold it in a cloud.

Thus man begins to Htc. An unknown flame

Quickens his fini(ht Organs, now poffett
With morion ; and which motion doth proclaim
An adive foul, though in a Feeble b eaft :
But how, and when infus'd ask not my pen ;
Here flics a cloud before the eyes of men :
I cannot tell thee how, nor canft thou tell me when.

Was it a parcel of Celefcial fire

Infus*d by Heav'n into this flefhly mould :
Or was it (think you} made a foul entire ?
TheH, Was it new created ? Or of old ?
Or is't a propagated Spark, r^k^d out
From Natures embers ? While we go about,
By rcafon to rcfolve, the more we raifc a doubt.


3i8 * Hieroglyph. 11.

If it be part of that celeftial Flame,

It muft be ev'n as^wure^ as free from fpot
As that eternal Fourifain whence it came .•
If pore and fpotlefs, then whence came the blot
It felf being pure could not it iclf defile ;
Nor hath una^ive matter pojv'f to foil
Her pure and aOivc form, as Jars corrupt their Oyl.

Or if it were created, tell me when ?

If in the firft fix days, where kept till now .'
Or if thy foul were new created, then
Heav*n did not at all, at firft, he had to do :
Six days, expired all creation ceaft
All kinds, ev'n from the greateft to the leaft,
Were finifht and compleat before the day of reft.

But why fhould Man, the Lord of Creatures, want

That pririledgc which Plants and Beafts obtain ?
Beafts bring forth Beafti, the Plant a perfeft Plant;
And ev*ry like bring forth her like again :
Shall Fowls and Fi{hes» Beafts and Plants convey
Life to their iffue, and Man lefs than they ?
Shall thefe get living fouls ? And Mm dead lumps oTday?


Muft human fouls be generated then ;

My water cbs ; beheld, a Reck is nigh :
If Natures work produce the fouls of men.
Mans foul is mortal : All that*s born muft die.

What fhaU we then conclude ? What fun-lhine will
Difpcrie with gloomy cloud ? Till then, be ftill,
My vainly ftriving thoughts j lie down, my puzle^J quill.


Hieroglyph, IL 319


Wh) ioft thou wonder, O rmn^At the height of the Stdfs^ Of
the depth of the SeA? Enter into tfy ov>m fouly ind wonder

Thy fcul by mition is infufed, by infuf§M, crested.

EPIG. 2.

What art thou now the better by this flame ?
Thouknow'ft not how, nor when, nor whence it came :
Poor kind of bappincfs, that can return
No more account but this, to fay, I bum.


Hieroglyph. III.

Hisroglyph. IIT. 331

PSALM 103. i^.
The wind pajfcth o'l^er it, and it is gone y

NO fooner is this lighted Taper fet
Upon the traoficory ftage
Of eye-bed arkiog night.
But it is ftf aight Tub je^ed to the threat
Of envious winds, whofe wailful rage
Diftarbs her peaceful lig^t, r (brigKC

And makes her rubft;aacc, wait, and majtes her fiames lefs

No fooner are we born, no fooner come
To take poffcflion of this vaft.
This foul affli^ing earth,
But danger meets us at the very womb.
And forrow with her full mouth'd blaft
Salutes our painful birth.
To put out all our joys, and puff out all our mirth*

Nor infant innocence, nor childilh tears,
Nor youthful wit, nor manly power.
Nor politick old age,
Nor virgins pleading, nor the widows prayers,
Nor lowly cell, nor lofty tower.
Nor Prince, nor Peer, nor Page
Can fcape this common blaft, or curb her ftormy rage.


332. Hieroglyph, lit

Our life is but a pilgrimage of blaftf;
And every blaft brings forth a fear j
And every fear, a death ;
The more it lengthens, ah, the more it waftes:
Were, were we to continue here
The days of long livM Setb,
Our forrows would renew, as we renew our breath.'

Toft too and fro, our frighted thoughts are driv'ii
With every pufF, with every tide
Of iife-confuming care ;
Our peaceful flame, that would point up to Heav'o
Isftill difturb'd, and turn'd afide ;
And every blaft of air
Commits fuch waftc in man as man cannot repair.


W*are all born debters, and we firmly ftand
Oblig'd for our firft parents debt,
Befides our intaereft ;
Alas -, we have no h rmlefs counter-band,
And we are every hour befet.
With threatningt of arrcft,
And till we pay the debt, we can expeft no reft.


What may this forrow-fhaken life prefent
To the falfe reli(h of our tafte
That'i worth the name of fweet ?
Her minutes pleafur's choak*t with difcontent,
Her glory foil'd wich every blaft ;
How many dangers meet
Poor man betwixt the biggin and the winding Iheet*


Hieroglyph. l\L 33}


In thismrU, not to he grieved^ not w Be affliScd^ not to
hs in dinger y Uimpfible,


Behold, tie mrUu full of trouble, yethehved: What if
itwereapletfi'gmrld? Borv viouUj} thou ddight in her
cilms^ thit cink [o wcH endure berjiorms.

EPIG. 7.

Art thou coDfum'd with foul afRifting croffes ?
Difturb'd with giief ? annoy *d with worldly loffes ?
Hold up thy bead ; the Tapour lifted hie
WiQ brook the wind; >vbcQ lower Tafours die.

^34 Hieroglyph. IV-

CuranCiO Lahajcit ♦


Hieroglyph IV, Jjy

M A T T H E W 9; T-L.

The whole need not the Phyjitian.

ALways pruning, always cropping ?
Is her brighmefs ftill obfcur'd ?
Ever drefling, ever topping ?
Always curing, never cur'd ?

Too much fnuffing.makes a waftc;
When the fpirits fpend too faft.
They will fhrink at cv'ry blaft.


You that always are bpftowing
Coftly pains in life repairing.
Are but always orerthrowiDg
Natures work by overcaring :
Nature meeting with her Col
In a work fhe hath to do,
Takes a pride to over- throw.


Nature know$ her own perfe^ion.
And her pride difdains a tutour.
Cannot ftoop to Arts correSlon,
And fhe fcorns a co-ad jutor.
Saucy Art (hould not appear
Till (he whifper in her ear :
B:igAT flees, if Sato, bear.

Nature worketh for the better,

If not hindred that fhe cannot;
Art ftands by as her abetter.
Ending nothing (he began not ;
If diftemper chance to fcife
Nature foil'd with the difeafe.
Art may help her if Ihe plcafc.

Y I«t

336 Hieroglyph. IV.

But to make a trade of trying

Druggs and dofcs always pmning,
Is to die for fear of dying;
He's untun'd, that's always tuning.
He that often loves to lack
Dear-bought drugs bath found a knack
To foyl the man, and feed the Quack.

O the fad, the frail condition

Of the pride of Natures glory !
How infirm his compofition,
And at beft how tranfitory !
When this riot doth impair
Natures weaknefs, then his care
Adds more ruin by repair.

Hold th^, band, healths dear maintainer.
Life perchance may burn the ftronger:
Having fubftance to fubftain her,
She untouch 'd , may laft the longer :
W hen the Ar tift goes about,
To redrefs her flame, I doubt.
Oftentimes he fnufTs it eur.


'Hieroglyph. IV. 337


PhyJitidMS ofiU men are oiofi httppy ; whit good fuccefs fO'
ever r bey bxve, the world procUimab ^ wivbAt faults tiejf
commit^ the earth covemb*

EPIG.4.' ■

My purfe being heavy, if my light appcac
But dimm, ^i£i comes to make all clear ;
jguici leave thy trade ; thy dealings are not right,
Thou tak*ft QBr wcigty gold to give us Ushr^

Y 2


Hieroglyph. Vl

Hieroglyph. V. 339

PSALM. 1 1. 91.

Aniht will give his Angels charge over thee^

OHow mine eyes conld pkafc themlelves, and fpcnd
Perpetual ages 4n this precious fight i
How I could woe Eternity, to lend

My wafting day anaatldote for night
And how my flerfi coold with my flefji contend.
That views this objeft with no more delight !
My worlc is great, my Tapour fpends too faft :
Tis an I have, andfoon would outor waft
Did not this bleffed fcreen protcft it from this Waft.

O, I have !oft the jewd of ray foul.

And I muft find it ont, or I muft die ?
Alas .' My fin- made darknefs doth controul
The bright endeavour of my careful eye :
I muft go fearch and ranfack every hole ;
Nor have I other light to to fcek it by :

O if this light be fpent, my work not done,
My labour's worfe then loft ; my jewel's gone,
And I am quite forlorn, and I am qilte undone*


You bleffed Angels, you that do enjoy •

The fuQ fruition of eternal glory.
Will you be pleasM to fancy fuch a toy

As man, and quit your glorious territory^

And ftoop to earth, vouchfafing to employ

Your care to guard the duft that lies before ye?

Difdain you not thefe lumps of dying day,

That for your pains, do oftentimes repay

Ncglcft, if not difdain, and fend you grieVd away ?

y 3 ^ This

340 Hieroglyph. V.

^ / T


Thii tapour of our lives, that once was plac*d

In the fair fuburbs of Eternity,
If now alas confin'd to ev'ry blaft.

And turn'd a Maypole iot the fporting Fl^ ;
And win you, facrcd Spirits^ pleafc tocafl
Your care on ns, and lend a gracious eye ?
How had this flender inch of Tapour been
Blafted and blaz'd, had not this heavenly ScYcen
Cutb'd the grpud Waft, and timely ftept between !

G goodnefs, far tranfcending the report

Of lavifli tongues ! too vafl to comprehend :
'Amazed quill, how far dofl thou come (hort

T* exprefsexpreflions that fo far tranfcend !
lYoubleffed Courtiers of th' eternal Court,
Whofe full-mouth'd Hallelujahs have no end.
Receive that world of praifes that belongs
To your great SovVeign ; fill your holy tongues
^ith GUI Ho&iipa'i mird with your Seraphick foogs.


Hieroglyph, V. 341


// thou defireji the help of AsgeJs, fiy the comftrts of the
roorU, and repfi the temyntions of the Devil.

Hi wiUgivt hu Angels charge m/erhhee, whit reverence,
Tobathve, rohat confdense defervethfe \mtt a faying ? For
their prejence, reverence ; for their good voiS, love ifor their
tuition, confidence.


■ »'

EPIG. 5.

My flame, art thou difturb'd, difcas'd and dr iv'n
To death with ftorms of grief ? Point thou to HcaT'A
One Angel there (hall eafc thee more alone.
Then thrice as many thoufands of thy own.

Y 4


Hieroglyph VL

''TcnLpus zrtt^



Hieroglyph, VI. 343


To every thing the re is an appointed time.

Time Death.

Tim*, TlEholdthefraikyof this llsnder fnuf
j3 A^^^ it hath not long rolatii
Without the help of either tni?:t or puff.

Her weakffcfs kaowu the wa/ to waft :
Nature hach made herubftance apt enough
To fpend it felf, aad fpend too faft : ^
It needs the help ot none
That is fo pfone
To lavilli oat ui^toucli'J, aad languilli all alone,
JDutb.Tims.hold thy peace,ar!d Ihske thy flaw pac'd fand :
Thy idle minutes make no «ay ;
Thy ^lafs exceeds her how V, oi'dfe doth ftand,

I cannot hold, I cannot ftay.
Surceafe thy pleading, a?5d enlarge ft?y hand
I farfet wich too long delay :
This br'iik, thisoDld-fac'd light
Doth burn too bright ;
Uarknefs adorns my throne^my day h darkeft night.

Time* Great Prince ofdarknef?, hold thy needlefs hand >
Thy captiv's faft and cp.nnot flee :
What arm can ref:ue ? Who C2n countermand ?

Whatpow'f can fet thy pris'ncr free ?
Or if they could, wnaccljfe, wh^t foreign land
Can hide that head that flees from thee ?
But if htr harmiefa light

Offend thy fight, (at night ?

Whii nced'ft thou Ihaich at nooDjWhat will be thine


344 Hieroglyph. VL

Deiih, I have out ftaid my patience ; my quick trade
Grows dull and makes too flow return :
Thii long livM debt is due, and (hould beei pakl

When firft her flame began to burn t
But I have ftaid too long, I havedelaid
Toftore my vaft, my craving Urn.
My patient gives me pow*r
Each day, each hour, (tow'r

To ftrike the Peafants thatch,& (hake the Princely

Tim, Thoucount'ft to faft t Thy patient gives no pow'r
Tia riffir flian pleafe to fay, Amen^ (hour?

DcAtb.Czxi^ thou appoint my (baft ? Time, Or thou my
Dedth. 'lis I bid, do. Time. 'Tislbid, When
Alas ! Thou canft not make the pooreft flow'r
To bang the drooping head till then :
Thy ffiafts can neither kiH,

Nor ftrike, until Cwill.

My powcf give them wings, and plcafurc arm thy


Hieroglyph. VL 345*


Tbou inowefi not what time be wiU come : Watt alvfAji
thatbectiufe thou inowefi not the time of bit coming^ thou
tnayeft be prepared aj^iinfi the time he cometb. And for this
percbifice, thou kncwefi not the time, becaufc tbou mnjtfi be
prepMed agiiufi aU times.


EPIG. 6.
Expea, but fear not death: Death cannot ki[?.
Tin Time y (that firft muft feal her Patent) will:
Would'ft thou lire long r keep Time in high cftccm ;
Whom gone, if thou canft not rcul, redeem.

34^ Hieroglyph. VIL


Hieroglyph. VII. 347

JOB. 18. 6.

His light JhaU le dark ; and his candle Jhall
he put out.

WHat alls our tapour ? Is her luflrc fled.
Or foyl'd e What diredifaftcr bred
Jhis change, that thus (he vails her golden head ?


It was but very now (he fhin'd as fair
As VcnwL ftar. Her glory might compare
With Cjntbiitt burnilht with her brothers hair.


.There was no cave-begctten damp that mought
Abufc her beams ; no wind that went about
Jo break h«r peace ; no pulFco put her out,

Lift up thy wond'fiog thoughts, and thou fhalt fpic
A caufe, will clear thy doubts, but cloud thine eyc;
Subjcfts muft vail, when as their Sov'ieign's by.

Canft thou behold bright Ph<sbiu^ and thy fight
ISfo '^yhit impaired ? The ob jeS is too bright j
The weaker yields unto the ftronger light.

Great God, I am thy tapour, thou my fun;
From thee, the Spring of light, my light begun ?
Yet if ihy light but (hiae, my light is done.

If thou withdraw thy light, my light wiD fliine,
If thine appear, how poor a light is mine ?
My light iidarknefs if comparM to thine.

34? HieroglyphNW.


Thy Sui beams are too ftrong for my weak eye %
If thou but (hine, how nothing, LoFd, am I !
Abj who can fee thy vifage, and not die !


If intervening earth (hould make a night.

My wanton flame would then (hine forth too bright ;

My earth would even prefume t* eclipfe thy light.


And if thy light be (hadow'd, and mine fade,
If thine be dark, and my dark light decayed,
I Ihould be cloathed with a double fliade.

What IhaOl do ? O what (hall I defire ?
What help can my diftra^ed thoughts require;
That thus am wafted twixt a double fire ?

In whata ftrait, in whata ftrait am I ?
'Tiwixttwo extrcams ho^ my rackt fortunes lie ?
See I thy face, or fee it not, I die.


O let the fteara of my Redeemers blood,

That breaths from my fick foul, be made a cloudy

To interpofe thefe lights, and be my (hroud.


Lord, what am I ? Or what's the light I have ?
May it but light my aHies to their grave.
And fo from thence, to thee ; 'tis all I crave.


O make my light, that all the world may fcf
Thy glory by *i\ If not, It feems to mc
Honour enough, to be put out by thcf.


Hieroglyph. VH. 349

light imccejfibU, i» rcj?^5 of which my light it utter
djtrkmefs] fo refiicl upon my weikne(^, tbit aU tbt world mdf
behold thjftnngtb : O Ma)effis momprehenfibh, in rejpeS ef
which my glory is mere fhdmt : [ojhint upon my mifery tbit aU
the world may behold thy glory.

EPIG. 7-

Wilt tJi en complain, bccaufe thou art bercav'fl
Of all tby light ? Wilt thou vie iighrs with Hear'n ?
Can thy bright eye not brook the daily light ?
Take heed '- I fesr thcu art a child of riight.

3J'0 Ilieroglypk VIIL

Hieroglyph, VIII. 3 j i

MATTHEW 5. 16.

Let your light fojhine, that men feeing your
good works may glorijie your Father which

is in Heaven,

WAS it for this, the breath of Heaven vcss blowa
Into the nostrils o: this Heavenly creature ?
Was it for this, that (acred Three in One
Confpir'd to make this quinteffence of Nature ?
Did Heavenly providence intend
$0 rare a fabrick for fo poor an end ?

Was Man, theblgheft mafcer-picce of Nature,
The curious abltrafi of the whole creation,

Whofe foul was copied from hisgreatCreator,
Made to give light, and f:;t for obfervacion,
Ordain'd for this ? To fpcnd his light

In a dark-lanthorn cloyftred up in night ?

Tell me, reclufe Monaftick, can it be

A difadvantage to thy beams to {hine ?
A thoufand ta pours may gain light from thee:
Is thy light lefs or worfe for lighting mine ?
If wanting light, I fcurable, (hall
Thy darknefs not be guilty of my faU ?


Why doft thon lurk fo clofe ? Is it for fear

Some bu(ie eye fhoald pry into tby flame,
And fpic a thief, orehe fome blemifli there ^

Or being fpi'd, (hrin Vit thou thy head for (hame ?
Come, come fond tapour, (hine but clear,
Thou needft not (hrink for (hame, cor Oirond for fear.

Z Rcni«mb«f

3^2 Hieroglyph.VVA.

Remember, O remember, thou wert fet
For men to fee the great Creatour by ;

Thy flame is not thy own : It is a debt

Thou own'ft thy Mafter, And wilt thpu deny
To pay the int'rcft of thy light ?

And fkulk in corners, and play leaft in fight P

Art thou afraid to truft thy cafie flame
To the injurious wait of Fortunei puft i*

Ah, coward, rouze, and quit thy felf for (hame
Who dies infer vice, hath liv'd long enough ;
Who Ihines, and makes no eye partaker,

Ufurps himfelfj and clofely robs his Maker.'

Make not thy felf a Prisoner, that art free i
Why dofl thou turn thy Palace to a jail f

Thou art an Eagle : And befits it thee
To live immured like a cloyfter'd fnail ?
Let toys feek corners ; things of coft

G^In worth by view : Hid jewels are but loil.


"v^ God, my light is dark enough at llghteft,

ncreafe her name, and give her ftrength to fhine :
\ frail at beft : 'Tis dim enough at brighteft.
But 'tis her glory to be foyld by thine.
Let others lurk : My light (hall be
Pfopos'dtoallflien ; and by them to thee.

S. B E R N.

Hieroglyph. VIII. 5J3

S. B E R N.

If thou be one of tkefoolijl) virgins, the conj^regation U neZ
tefiTjfor thee ; ;/ tbou he one of tbePfift virgins^ tbou drt

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