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Thit u the true uid chief p}. which is not conceived from the
tretttare^but received fro'n the CreAtO'yVokichibein^ once prjfift
thereof) mnecxn takef -^tbee ; Wt reto aU pUifure bHnZ
compirei is torment, a't yy is^fUj, ''■^^et things are bitter^ aU
gh^y is bi[cnejsy lod ab inTBabU things are def^iabU,


^oyin a. ehiwgeiblt fub\e^ mufi nsceffiril) chingt at tbefuk'
jeQ cbmgeth.

EPIG. 8.

Peace, childifh Cupid^ peace : thy fiagcr'd eye
But cries for what, in time, will malsc the cry
Bet are thy peevifh wranglings thus appeased ?
WeflmayctV thou cry, that art fo poorly pleai'd.

G i


Book X,




cnlttrurn es:,

s:horreJ^ i(ierrL


Book 1. Emhlemes. ^7^


ISAIAH 10.3.

What will you do in the day of ymr vifita -
tion ? to whom will ye flie for help > and
ivhere will you leave your glory >

Is this that jolly God, whofe Gypfian bow
Has (ho: fo many Bamiag 4arts,
And made fa many wounded Beauties go
Sadly perplex'd with whimp'riag hearts ?
Is this that Sov'reign Deicy that brings
The flaviih world in awe, asd fcings (Kings ?
The blundring ibuls of fwains, and fcops the hearts ot

What Circean charm, what Hecate-aa fpight

Has thus abus'd the God of love ?
Great fcve was vanquifh'd by his greater might ;
(And who is firongcr-arm^d than ^ove)
Or has our luftful god perform'd a Rape,
And (fearing Mj^us eye?; would fcape
The view of jealous earth, in this prodigious (hape ?


Where be thofe rofie cheeks, that lately fcorn'd

The malice of injurious Fates ?
Ah, Where's that pearl Percullis that adorn*d
Thofe dainty two-leav'd Ruby gates?
Where be thofe kiiiiogeyeSj that fo contror4
The world ? And locks ^hat did infold
like knoti of flaming wire, like curies of burniflh'd gold ?


93 Emhlemes. Book

No, no, 'twas neither Hecatean fpite.

Nor charm below, nor poviV above ;
*Twas neither Cir/;ej fpcll, nor Stygian ffci'fit.
That thus transform*d our God of Love,
' Twas pwI-eyM Luft (morcpocenc far than they)
WHofe eyes and actions hate the day ;
Whom all the world obfervCj whom all the world obey.

See how the latter Trumpets dreadful blafc

AflFiights ftout MiTs his trembling Ton !
See, how he fcariles ! how he ftands agafr.
And fcrambles from his melting Throne !
Hark, how the direful hand of vengeance tears
The fwek'ring clouds, whilft Heav'n appears
A circle fiti'd with flame, and-ccntred with his fears.


This is that day, whofe oft report hath worn

Negle^ed tongues of Prophets bare ;
The faithlefs fubjeft of the worldlings fcorn,
Thefumcf MenandAcgels pray'r i
This, this the d^y, whofe All-difcerning light
Ranfacks the fecret dens of night.
And fevers good from bad ; true joys from falfe delight,


You grov'ling worldlings, you, whofe wifdom trades

Where light ncv'r fhot his golden ray.
That hide your actions in Cimmerian fliades.
How will your eyes endure thij day ?
Hills will be deaf, and mountains will not hear;
There be no caves, no corners there, Cfear.

Tolhadcyour fouls from fire, to Ihicld your hearts from


3ook 2. Emllemes. 99


O the extreme loithfomaefs of flejhly Juf$y which not onlf
'ffeminstes the mind, but enerves the body ; which not only
iiftaiaetb the foul, but difguifeth tbeperfon ! Jt is ufheredwitb
■ury and wintonneji *, it 14 accompanied with pltkinefsand uit'
kaanefs ; and it it followed with grief and rfpentunct.

E P I G. 9.

A^hat? fwect fac*d C«p/i, has thy baftard-treafurej
rhy boaOed honours and thy bold.fsc'd pleafure
?crplex'd thee now ? ] told thee long ago,
rowhatchey'd bring thee, fool, To wit, to woe.


EmhUms^ B^ob i\\


Book i* £mlkmes. loi


She is empty, andvoiJ, and wafte.

SHc*i cmptY : bar k? ftc foundf, there'* nothing there
But Boifs CO fill thy car j
Thy vain enquiry can at length but find

A bUft of raurm'ring wind :
Jt is a caskj that feeoiB as fun, as fair >

But mecrly tunn'd with air ;
Fond youth, go build thy hopes on better grousdi:

The feul that vainly founds
Her joys upon this world but feeds on empty founds*

She's empty: hark, (he founds: there nothing in't,'

The fpark-ingendring flint
Shan fooQcr melt, and hardefc nunce IhaU firfc

Diflblve and quench thy tbirfc,
E'rc this falfe world (hall ftill thy fcormy breafc

With frnootb-fac'd calms of reft ?
.Thou mayCt as well expeft Meridian lighc

From (hades of black-mouth'd night,
As 20 this empty world to find a fuUddight.


lOi Emllemeu Book

She*s empty: hark, fhefonnds; »tis void and vafc;

Whac if fome fbtt'ring blaft
Of flatuous honour fhould perchance be there.

And vyiiirper in thine eat ?
It is but wind, and blows but where it lift.

And vanifhech like a mift.
Poor honour earth can give ! What gcn'rous mind

Would he fo bafs to bind
Her Heav*n-bred foul a (live to ferve a blafc of wind '

She'i empty : hark, Ihe founds : 'tis but a ball

For fools to play withall:
The painted film but of a fcrongcr bubble,-

That's lin'd with filken trouble :
It is a world, whofe work and recreation

Is vanity and vexation ;
A Hag, repair*d with vice complexion paint,

Aquefchoufeof complaint:
It is a faint, a fiead, worfe fiend, when moft a faint.

Sht'i empty : hark, fhe founds : 'tis vain and void.

What's here to be enjoy 'd
But grief and ficknefs, and large bills of (brrow ,

Drawn now, and crofs'd to morrow ?
Or what are men, but pufFsof dying breath.

Revived with living death ?
Fond lad, O build thy hopes on furer grounds

Then what dull flefh propounds :
Truft not this hollow world,(hc*s empty : hark.lhe founds.

S. C H R Y S.

Book 2. Emblemed. 103

S. C H R Y S. in Ep. ad Heb.

Contemn riches^ and tboujhih Be rich ; eontemn ^hrj And.
tboujhdlt be glorkus ; contemn iu juries, andtkou fiih be a
conqueror ; contemn reft^ and thou Jhah gain reft ; eontemm
eirtb, and thou Jh jit fnd Heaven,

HUGO lib. de Vault, mundi.

Tbe roorld is a. vttitf tobicb affordetb neither beauty to tbe
amorous, nor reward to tbe hborious^ nor encouragement to
tbe indujtrious.

EPIG. 10.
This Houfe is Co be let for life or years ;
Her rent is forrow, and her Income tears :
Cufii^ 'c has long fcood void ; her bilis make kaowo.
She mufc be dearly lec ; or \ti slone.



Book z\

'Ef-f-as kac itur ud UL

Book 1. Emilefnes. 105*

MATTH. 7. 14.

Narrow ii the way that ieadeth unto lifcy
and few there hethatjfi'nd it.

PUcpoft'rous fcolj thon trouPft Jimifs ;
Thou err*il ; that's not tbfe *ay, *cis thfe t
Thy hopes inftructed by thine eye,
Make thee appear more near Cfako I;
My floo'er is not fo flat, fo fine.
And has more obvious nrbs then thine :
'Tis true my way is hard and ftrair.
And leads me through a thorny gate :
Whofe rankling pricks are fharp and fell ?
The Common way to Hcav'n's by hell :
•Tis true ; thy path is (hort and feir,
And free from rubs : Ah, fool beware.
The fafeft road's not always ev'n ;
The way to Hell's a feeming Hea?*n:
Think*ft thou the Crown of Glory's bad
With idlceafe, fond Cyprian lad ?
Think'ft thou, that mirth, and vain delights
High feed, and (hadojv.fhortning nights.
Soft knees, fuD bones and beds of down.
Arc proper prologues to a Crtwn ?
Or canft thou hope to come and view.
Like profperous C^jir^ and fubdue ?
The bondflavc Ufurcr win trudge
Ifl fpightDf Gonti will turn a drudge,
Andfcrvc his foul condemning purfc,
.T'increafe it with the widows curfc ;

H And

jo6 Emllemes. Booki,

And (hall the crown of glory ftand

Not worth the waving of an hand

Theflefhly wanton to obtain

His minute-luft, will count it gain

To loofe his freedom, his eftatc.

Upon fo dear, fo fwcct a rate ;

Shall pleafures thus be priz'd, and muft

Heav'nj Palm be cheaper than a luft ?

The true-bred fpark, to holfc hii name

Upon the waxen wings of fame,

Will fight undaunted in a floud

That's rais'd with brakifli drops and blood

Aod (hall the prorais'd crown of life

Be thought a toy, not worth aftrife ?

An enfie good brings eafie gains ;

But things of price are bought with pains :

Thepleafing way isnot the right:

He that would conquer Hear'n muft fight.


Book 2. Emhlemes. 107

S. HIERON. inEp.

No Idhour is hiri^ no time is Jong, wherein the glory of
Eternity ii the mirk we kvel if.

S. GREG. lib. 8. Mor.

Thevihur nf a jufl min U to conquer tbejkjhf to contfi-
dicl his ovfn v?il\ to quench the dsU^hts of this prefent lifg, to
endure and love the miferiesof this world for therer^ard of A
better, to camtemn the fitter ies of pro^eritj^ and inwxrdly w
over corns the fe sirs of aJverfty,

E P I G. II.

Cupid, if thy fmoother way were right,

1 (hould miftruft this Crown were counterfeit :
The way's not eafie where the Prize is great :
1 hope no virtues, where I fmell no fweat,

H 2





cruce tat lecurus amor.

Book ^. EmlUmes] lOp


G A L A T. 6: 14.

Co J for a J that I Jhould glory, fave in the

CAn nothiog fettle my uncertain breaft.
And fix my rambling love ?
Can my afledions find out nothing beft p

But ftil] and ftill remove ?
Has earth no mercy <* Will no Ark of reft

Receive my reftleft Dove ?
Is there no good, than which there's nothing higher,

To blefs my fall defire
With joys that never change ; with joys that neV expire.

I wanted wealth ; and at my dear rcqueft.

Earth lent a quick fupply;
I wanted mirth to charm my fallen breaft ;

And who more briflc than I ?
I wanted fame to glorifie the re*t •

My fame fie*- eagle- high :
My joy not fuDy ripe, but aL' cca . *1 ;

Wealth vanifh'd like a fhade,
My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade.

The world's an Occaa, hurnVd too and fro

V/ith cv'ry blaft of paflion :

^ H 3 Her

no Emllemes, Book %\

Her luflful ftreamSj when either ebb or flow.

Are tides of mans vexation :

They alter daily, and they daily grow

The worfc by alteration :

The earth's a cask full tunn'd, yet wanting meafure ;
Her precious wine is pkafure ;

Her yeft is honours puff j her lees^re worldly {reafare. .


My truft is in the Crofs: let beauty fiag

Her loofe, her wanton fail ;
Let countenance- guilding honour cea(e to brag

In courtly terms, and vail ;
Let ditch-bred wealth henceforth forget to wag

Her bafe, though golden tail ;
Falfe beauties conqueft, is but real lofs.

And wealth, but golden drofi ;
Eeft honour's but a blaft : my truft is in the Crofs,

My truft is in the crofs * There lies my reft ;

My faft, my fole delight:
Let cold-mouch*d Boreas, or the hot mouthM Eaft

Blow till they burft with fpight:
Let earth and Hell confpire their worft, their be ft,

And joyn their twifted might ;
Let (howrs of thunder-bolts dart down, and wound me

And troops of friends furround mc,
AH this may wel] confront; all this (hall ne*r confound mc«


Book 2. Emhkrties. Ill


Cbrifi^s Crofs is tie Chrifcrofs of all cur bipphefs : It deli-
vers its from tU blininefs. of error ^ And enriches our dirinefs
with light \ it reftoretb the troubled foul to reft ', It bringetb
firjngcrsioGois icnuiinta.nce : It mxlexb remote forreigners
rteir neighbours ; it cutte^h off dijcord ; condudetb a league
of everhfting peiee ; and is the bounttous author of all good.

S. B E R N. in $er. de Refur.

We find glory in the Crofs ; to us that are f rued, it U the
power of Godf and the fulnefs of all venues.

EPIG. 12.

I follow 'd reft, rtft fled and foon forfeok me
1 ran from grief, grief ran and overtook me.
What ftiall I do f left I be too much toft
Oa worldly croffes. Lord, let me be croft.


I XX Emhlemes. BooK i.





Book u Emhkmes. nj


PROV. z6. II.

As a dog returneth to his vomit, fi a fool
returneth to his folly.

OI am wounded ! and my wounds do fmart
Beyond my patience, or great Chiron s art ^
I yeild, I yeild ; the day, the Palm is thine j
Thy bow's more true j thy ftaft's more fierce than mine.
Hold, hold, O hold thy conqu'ring hand* What need
To fend more darts ? the firft has done the deed :
Oft have we ftrng§led, when our e^ual arms
Shot equal (hafts, inflifted equal harms 5
But this exceeds, and with her flaming head,
Twy.fork*d with death, has ft ruck my confcience dead.
But mnft I die ? Ah me ! if that were ail,
Then, then Vd ftroke my bleeding wounds, and call
This dart a cordial, and with joy endure
Thcfe harfh ingredients, where my grict*s my cure.
But fomcthing whifpers in my dying ear,
There is an after-day: which day I fear :
The fiender debt to Nature** quickly paid,
Difcharg'd perchance with greater eafe than made ;
But if that palefac*d Sergeant make arreft.
Ten thoufand actions would (whereof the leaft
Is more than all this lo^er world can bail)
Be entred, and coiidemn me to the Jail
Of Stygian darknefs, bound in red hot chains.
And grip'd with tortures worfe than Titian paiflf.
Farewcl my vain, farewel ray loofc drlights ;
f arewel my rambling days, my rcv'iing nights ;

114 'Emllemes. Book

*Twai you betray'd mc firft, and when ye found
My foul advantage, gave my foul the wound *•
Farewel my bullion gods, whofe fovereign looks
So often catchM mc with their golden houks ;
Go fcek another (lave ; ye muft all go ;
I cannot ferve my God and Bullion too.
Farewel falfc honour ; you, whofe airy wings
Did mount my foul above the thrones of Kings ;
Then flatterM me, took pet, and in difdain.
Nipt my green buds i then kick'd me down again :
Farewel my bow ; farewel my Cyprian Quiver ;
Farewel dear world, farewel dear world for ever.
O, but this moft delicious world , how fweet
Her plcaftires rclifli ! Ah ! How jump they mcc6
The grafping foul, and with their fprighly fire.
Revive, and raife, and rowze the wrapt defirc !
For e^er ? O, to part ^o long ? what ? never
Meet more ? another year, and then for ever :
Too quick refolves do refolutioa wrong ;
What, part fo foon, to be divorc'd fo long ?
Things to be dooe are long to be debated ;
Heav'f] is not decayed. Repentance is not dated*


Book xV Emllewes, 115

S. A U G U S T. lib. de util. agen. pcea.

Go up my foul into the tribufisl of th) Confcience ; there
fet thy guilty feJf Before thy felf : Hide not thy {elf btkini
thy felfy kjl Gadbria^ thee forth before tky [elf.

S. AUGUST, in Solilcq.
In vain is tht wjjhing^ tobcre the next Jin dcfJeth : He
hath ill repented^ jx)h§fefins are repeated : thit fioniicb is the
Vforfe for vdmitingj thit lishth up bis vomit,

A N S E L M.

God hath promifed ptirdon to him that repenteth , but ic
hith not promifcd repentame to him tbitfinneib.

£PIG. i>

Brain-wounded Cupii^ had this hafty ddtt,
^ As it hath prickM thy fancy , pierc'J thy heart,
s T had been thy friend : O how hath it deceived thee I

For had this dart but kili'd, this dart had fav'd thee.

11^ EmhUmes. Book Xt


7o/i, lap/tmt iorttus e/lo

Book ^. Emllemes. 117


PROV. 24.16.

Ajufl man falleth feven times, and rifeth up
again, but the wicked Jha II fall into mfchief,


;n|^Is but a foil at bcft,and that's the moft

J|[ Your skill can boaft :

My flipp'fy footing faii'd mc ; and you tript

Juft as I dipt :
My wanton weaknels did her felf betray

With too much play :
I was too bold, He never yet flood fure :

That ftands fecure :
Who evet trufied to his native ftrength,

Bnt feU at length ?
The title*8 craz'd, tbc tenure is not good,
Jhat claims by th' evidence of flefh and blood.

Boaft not thy AID, the righteous man faUs oft,

Yet falls but foft :
There may be dirt to mire him, but no ftones

To crulh his bones :
What if he daggers ? Nay, put cafe he be

Foil'd on his knee ?
That very knee will bend to Heav n, and woo

For mercy too.
The true-bred Gameiter ups a fre(h, and then.

Falls to*£ agen ;
Whereas the leaden hearted coward lies.
And yields his corquer'd life, or craven'd dies.

1 1 8 Emlkm^s. Book

Boaft not thy Conqueft ; thou that cvVy hour

Fal/ft ten-tjnies lower.
Nay, haft not ptfw'r ta rife," if not, iii c^fe,

• . \ To fall more bafe : -.

Thou walTdw'/l where I. flip ; and thou doft tumble,

'. .V- WhereifcatftumblQfA ;
Thou glory'A in thy (I'av'ries' dirty badges.

And fall'^ for wages :
Sowrgri^f and fad repentance fcowrs and dears

_.■■ My ftaiqi with tean :
Thy falling keeps^thy falling ftiil in ore j
But when 1 Hip, I ftand the o^re ftcurc-

4 ■ '

Lord, what a nothing is this little, fpan^ Li-...^ .

We can a Man !
What fenny trafh maintains the fnioth'fing fires

Of his(Jeriresh
How flight and Ihort are hisicfulves at lopgefl •

How weak at ftroogcft !
O if a finner held by that faft hand.

Can hardly ft and,
Good God ! in what a defp'rate cafe are they ?

That have no ftay !
Man's ftate implies a neceffary curfe ; {'worfe.

When nothinfelf, hc'i irjad ; 'when moft hlmrclf, hc'i

S. A M B R O S;

Book 1. Emhlemes. 119

S. A M B R O $ in Scr. ad vincula.

Peter fiood more firmly nftir he hid hmented his fall thin
hefort he fcU, Infomucb tbjit he found more grace thin he
hSi grace,

$. CHRYS. inEp. ad Heliod. monach.

It is no fuch bdiaous matter tofiU affliiled^ as being down
to lie dejeffed. It is no dinger for 4. Souldier to receive x
toound in buttel, but after the wound received, through de^
[pair of recovery to refufe a remedy ; for we often fee rveund-
ed Champions near the pilm 0t loft t and after fight, crcroned
nitb viiiory.

tPiG". 14.

Triumph not Cupid, his mifcharce doth (how

Thy trade ; doth once, what thou doft always do :

Brag not too focn : hss thy prevailing hand

Foil'd himJ' Ah fool, th'hatt taught him hew to ftand.



Bdok x;


^uUt a^thi^ ; cloiifUtui oehi ,


Book z: Emhlemes: 121


J E R. 32. 40.

I will put fear in their hearts, that they fhall
not depart from me,

SO, now the Soul'i fublim*d j her fowV defirej
Are recalciL'i in heaven's weB tempVed fires r
1 he heart reftoiM and purg'J from droffic nature.
Now finds the freedom of a new-bora creature:
It lives another life, it breathi new breath ;
It neither fears nor teels the fting of death.
Like ai the idle vagrant (having none;
That boldly *dopts, each hou(e he views, his own 5
Makes evVy purfe his chequer ; and atpleafure.
Walks forth and taxes all the world liki Cx^it \
At length by vertue of a juft command.
His fides are lent to a feverer hand ;
Whereon his Pafi, not fully underftcod.
Is taxed in a manufcript of blood ;
Thus paft from town to town ; until he come
A fore repentant to his native home :
Ev'n fo the rambling heart, that idly roves
From crimes to fin, and uncontrol'd removes
Fron) lutt to luft, when wanton flsQi invites
From old- worn pleafurcs to new choice delights,
At length corre^ed by the filial rod
Of hij; offended (but his gracious God)
And lajh'd from fins to fighs ; and by degrees,
From ti2,hs to vows, from vows to bended knees j
From bended knees to a true pcnfive breft ;
From thence to torments, not by tongue cxpreft,

I RcCurni?

iz% Emhlemes. Book z.

Returns ; (and from his finful felf exli'd)

Finds a glad father, he a welcome child :

O then it lives ; O then it lives involv'd

In fccrct raptures ; pants to be diflolv'd :

The royal Off-fpring of a fecond Birth .

Sets ope to Heav'n, and (huts the door to earth :

If love-fick "^ove commanded clouds (hould hap

To rain fuch (how'rs as quickned Dxnit\ lap :

Or Dogs (far kinder than their pmplc mafter)

Should lick his fores, he laughs, nor weeps the fafter

If earth (Heavens rival) dart her idle ray ;

ToHeav'D, 'tis wax, and to the world, 'tis clay:

If earth prefcnt delights, it fcorns to draw.

But like the )st unrub'd, difd a ins that ft raw :

No hope deceives it, and no doubt divides it j

No grief difiurbs it ; and no errour guides it;

No guilt condemns, and no folly (hames it :

No floth befots it ; and no luft enthralls it ;

No fcorn afRifts it, and no paflion gawls it :

It is a cark' net of immortal life ;

An Ark of peace ; the lifts of facrcd ftrife ;

A purer piece of endlefs tranfitory ;

Afhrineof Grace, a little throne of Glory:

A Heav*n born OfF-fpring of a new-born birth *

An earthly Heav'n ; an ounce of Hcav'niy earth.


Book z. Etnhlemes. 123

S. AUGUST. deSpir.&ADima.

I O hippy hearty rohre piety affefletb, tokere humiVtty fub*
;f/?j, rotfre repentance corre^eth, vchite ohedienc e diredeth,
Vfkere p:frfev:ra7!cep£rfc3:ctb, rob^re powr prctefietb^ Vfb^rs

I ikvotioa pTOJccieib^ tokere cbjurity connc^ab.

S. G R E G.

i Which Tvsy foever the beirt turnetb it fdf {if cxrefuSy)
it jhiU commonly ob'^erve^tbit in thofe ve^y thirds toe lofe GoJ,
in tboje very things to; jha'J find God : iTJhill find tb; h:it of
hi* porocr in confideration of thofe tbin^t, in xhelove oj which

t things be tvas mod cold^ and bj what tbiigs it fell, psrvertedj
^^ 'hyfe things it is raifed^ fcnverted.

EPIG. 15,
My heart ! But wherefore do I can thee Co ?
1 have renouncM mv infrcft long ago :
When ihou wer'c falfe and flefhly, 1 *as thine ;
Mine wert thou n?ver, till thouv/ert not mine.




Book 3,-

Lord all nuf le fire is hcfore ihc
andrmr arca^ur:*?^' Thft kid i'om uiee



7^he Entertainment;.

ALL you whofc better thoughts are newly born,
And (rebaptiz'd with holy fire) can fcorn
Thr worlds bafe tfa(h, whofc necks difdain to bear
Th' impsrioosyoke of Satan ; wbofe cbaft car
No wanton Songs of Syrens can furpr ize
With falfc delight; whofe more then Eagle-eyes
Can view the glorious flames of gold, and gaze
On glitt*ciflg beams of honour, and do not dazd j
Whofe fouls caa fpurn at pleafure, and deny
The lo:5fe fuggeftions of the flefh, draw nigh-'
And you whofe am'rous, whofe feleft defires
Would feel the warmth of thofe tranfcendent fires,
Which (like the rifing Sun) put out the light
Of f^er.m ftar, and turn her day to night ;
You that would lore, and haTe yoar palTions crown'd
With greater happinefs, than can be found
In your own wifhes ; you that would afFeft
Where neither fcorn, nor guile, nor difrefped
Shall wound your tortur'd fouls ; that would enj')y3
Where neither want can pinch, nor fukeii cloy,
Nor double doubt afRi£ls, nor bafer fear
Uoflames your courage in purfuit, draw near,
Shake hands with earth, and let your foul rcfpect
Her joys no further, thm her joyg reflect
Upon her makers glory ; if thou fwim
In wealth, fee him in all ; fee all in him ■

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Siuk'ft thou in want , and is thy fmall cnife Fpent ?

See him in want : enjoy him in content :

Conceiv'ft him lodg'd in Crofs, or loft in pain ?

In Pray'r and Patience fiad liim out again :

Make Hcav'n thy Miftrifs, let no change remove -

Thy loyal heat, be fond ; be fick of love :

What if he ftop his ear, or knit his brow ^

At length he'll be as fond, as fick ss thou :

Dart up thy foul in groans : Thy frcret groan

Shan pierce his ear» fliall pierce his ear alone :

Dart up thy foul in vows : Thy facred vow

Shall find him out, where Heav*n alone (hall know;

Dart up thy foul in fighs ; Thy whifpVing figh

Shall rcufe his ears, and fear no liftner nigh :

Send up thy groans, thy fighs . thy clofct-vow ;

Thei'i none, thcr*s none (hall know but Heav*n and (bou :

Groans frelh'd with vows,and vows made fait with tear*,

Unfcale his eyes, and fcale his conquer'd ears •

Shoot up the boIbme.Chafts of thy defire,

FeatheiM with faith, and double- forked with fire.

And they will hit: Fear not, where Heav'n bids come :

Heavn'i never deaf, but when man's heart is dumb.

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ISAIAH z6,6.
My Soul hath JeJireJ thee in the night,

GOod God ? what horrid ds^'^-'lcfs doth forround
My groping foul ! how atx; iffy fcEfes bound
la uctcr ftiadcs." and muffled from the light.
Lurk in the bofom of eternal night !
The bold.fac*d Lamp of Heav'n can fet and rife?
And with his morning glory fifl the eyes
Of gazing mortals ; his vi^orious ray
On chafe the (hadows, an<l refcorc the day :
Nighti bafhful Emprefs, though ftie often waiiT,
As oft repents her darknefs, primes again ;
And with her circling horns doth re embrace
Her brothers wealth, and orbs her filver face-
But ah, my Sun deep f*anow*d in his faff.
Is fet and cannot (hine, nor rife at all :
My bankrupt wain can brg nor borrow light ;
(Alas, my darknefs is perpetui! night.
Falls have their rifings, waiaicgs have their primes.
And defp'fzte forrows w ait their better times ;

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