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Expefling, motion from thy Maker's hard
H'as wound thee up, and cleaned thy Cogs with blood :
If now thy wheels ftaad ftill thou arc net good.

P 2


Emllemcsi Book ^s


That tfwti Tva-t as rvy Brother, that \
Su<:M the B^lf ofrn^'riloihsr. Qm-: 8 '

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Book 4^ Emhkmes. iii


that thou wert as my Brother , that fucked
the hreaHs of my mother ; vchen I Jhould
find thee without , I would kifi thee.


COme, come, my bleffcd Infant, and immure thee
Within clij :cmple of my facrod arms ;
Secure mine anus, miae arm"^^ (hall chen fecure thee
From Htroi's fury, or the High-Priefts harms ;
Or if thy danger'd life fuftdin a lofs,
My folded arms (hall turn thy dying crofs.

But a^ ; what favage Tyrant can behold

The beauty of fo fweet a (ace, as this if.
And not himfelf be by himfelf controul'd.
And change his fury to a thoufand kilTes ?
One fmile of thine i? worth more Mines of treafure
Then there be M^rinds in the days of C<x{ir,

O, hadther^^ri'd^, as he knew by birth.

So known thy ftock, he had not fought to paddle
In thy dear blood ; bat proftrate on the earth
Had vail'd his Crown before thy Royal Cradle,
And laid the Scepter of his glory down.
And begg'd a Heavenly for an Eaithly Crown.

P 3 lUuftrious

2Xi Emhlemes. Book 4.

Illuftrious Babe ! How is thy handmaid grac*d
With a rich armful ! How doft thpuxlcclinc.
Thy Majefty, that wert folaie embrac'd
In thy great Fathers arms, and now in mine !
• How humbly gracious art thou, to refrcQi
Me with thy; Sprit, and affuMc my flefh I


But muft the treafoa of a traitour*s Hdl
Abufe the f^eetnefs of thtfe ruby lips ?
Shall marble hearted cruelty aiTaii

Thefe Alablaft^r fides with knotted whips ?
And muft thefc fmiliD^ Roles entertain
The bio*s of fcorn, and flufts of bale difdain f

Ah ! Muft thefe dainty little fprings that twins

So faft about thy Ecck, be pierc'd an'^ torn
With ragged nails'? And muft thefe brows rcfign
Their C:o*nof Glory for a Crown of thorn?
Ah, muft the bkffed infant tafte the pain
Of d;;athsiujarious pangs; nay worfe, be (lain?

Sweet Babe ! At what dear rates do wretched I 1

Commit a fm! Lord, ev'ry fin's a dart ; A

And ev'ry trefpaL lets a jivelin fle ; "

And ev'ry j ivelin wounds thy bleeding heart :
Pardon (sveet Babe, what I have done amifs;
And feal that granted pardon with a kifs.


Book 4. EmhUmes, ^z}

BONAVENT. Soliloqu. Chap. i.

Oftoeet ^:fu, 1 Infjv ibx: thy iijfs verefofr^ecr, nor thy
faci.ty foddhSdhlfj net tkj ji'.iiClhn fo virtuous : >^or t^tdn
Jlovetkee^ 1 urn ckan ; rvken J touch tbee, J am^chijle ;
Tohcn I receive thee 1 im a y'irgin : O ni%Q fwedt ^sfu, thy
embraces dzfik rot. cut cleda[^'j thy mr^i^ion foU'jxetbnot^
but fjn^jfietht O ^cfu rhefotrntjia of wiivjrjjil frpeetnefs,
pirdonmetbzt J bslievedfoJatej tkdt [0 Tsucbfweetnt^fs it in
thy embriccs.

EPIG. 9.
My burthen's greater : Let not Atla boaft :
Impartial Reader, judge which bears the moft:
He bears bur Keav'o, my folded arms rufraia
Heav'ns maker, who;n Heav'i^s Heav'a cannot contain.

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Book 4'.


fiyvyktotLn^heA.lGt^hthtm whom ■my
JauI^Lru^tk'lJoujht him hut J found km not

Book 4. Emllemes, %z^



h my led hy night I fought hm that my fid
loveth ; / fought him, hut I found him


THc learned Cynick having loft the way
To honeft men, did in the height of day.
By Taper-light divide his fteps about
The peopled ftreets to find r'^i* Dainty out ;
But faii'd: The Cynick fJarch'd not where he ought ;
The thing he fought for, was not where he fought.
The Wife-mens task feemM harder to be done.
The Wife- men did by Srai -light feek the Sun,
And found : The Wife- men fearch'd it where they ought -
The thing he hop'd to find was '*here they fought.
One feeks his wifhes where he fhould ; but then
Perchance he feeks notai he (hould ; nor when.
Anoth-^r fearchej when he fhould ; buc there
He fails: not feeking as he (hould, nor where.
Whofefoul ddllres the good i: wants, and would
Obtain, muft feek Where, As, and When he fhould.
How often have my wild aiFe£^ions led
Ikly 'A jfted foul to this my wido,v'd bed
,To feek my lover, whom my fuuldelires ?
(I (peak not, Cufid^ cf thy wanton fires :
Thy fires are all but dying fparks to mine j
My flames are full of Heav n , and ail Divine)
How often have I fought this bed by nig^ht.
To find that gr-eater by this klTer ligM !


zz6 Emhlemes. Book

How oft have my unwitneft groans lamented
Thy deareft abfence / Ah, how often vented
The bitter tempefts of defpairing breath,
And tofi my foul upon the waves of death !
How often has my meking heart made choice
Gf filent tears (tears louder than a voice)
To plead my grief, and woe thy abfent ear !
And yet thon. wiit not come, thou wilt not hear;

is thy wonted love become fo cold ?

Or do mine eyes not feek thee where they fiiould !
Why do I feek thee, if thou art not here ?
Or find thee not, if thou artev'ry where ?

1 fee my errour, it is not ftrange I could not

Find out my love : I fought him where I Ihould not.
Thou art not found in downy beds of eafe ;
Alas, thy mufick ftrikes on harder keys:
Ner art thou found by that falfe feeble light
Of Natures candle, our Egyptian night
Is more than common darknefs ; nor can we
Expcft a morniog, but what breaks from the<».
Well may my empty bed bewail thy lofs.
When thou art lodgM upon thy (hameful crofs-
If thou refufc to (hare a bed with me.
We'll never part. Til (hare a crofs with thee.


feook 4. Emlkmes. 117

A N S E L M. in Proto!og. i.

Lofi^M thon irt not prefent^ vohere jhdl 1 feek thee ah-
fent? If every rohcre, vohy do J not f^e tb;e prefent? Thou
droelkft in light iniccfjjibk% aftd where is that jnjLrcJ^bJe
light r Or hoTo Jl)ali J i>a^rf accefs to Ji^ 1 bs^
Jeeih th:t Lori^ reach me to feek thee, and fnem thy ftlf to tks
ftekrr ', becauje 1 cm neiiker fftt tbfe^ unltfs thou tczcb w?,
nor find thee, unlefi thou Jhiw tby fcJf to msi Let me feek
thee, in d^firing tkcp, and d^fire xkee in fething thee ; Let me
find tkee in loving tbeCt and Irji tkcs in finding tkee.

E P I G. lo;
Where fhouldfc thou feek far reft but in thy bed ?
But now thy re't is gone, thy rcfc is fled :
'Tis vaia to feek h'.m there : My foul be wife;
Go ask thy fui ; the^'il tcli thee, where he lies.



iM^ilt rtj'c mtr. andjce ahcut the Ciw in the ftreetr£.brcadwtafJ I mil fc^h /utn n'lum mv/'^'ui
i ^^eihd /aught htm but fcund hint mt . Cotitj. z


Book 4. Emhkmcs. 119



I will rife^ and go almt the City, and will
feek him that my foul loveth : Ifcught
him, but I found him not.

OHow ray difappolnted fcul's Pf rplcxt !
How reftlefs choughr: Tv, 'im in mv troubled brcaft
How vainly pleas'd with hopes, then crofly vext

With fears 1 And how betwixt them both diftreft !
What place ii left unraufack'd ? Oh, where next
Shall I go feck the Author of my reft ?
Of what blcfs'd Angel "^ an my lips enquire
Theundircove»*d w.- ;o that entire
Aid everlafting folace or my hearts defire f

Look how the ftrickfn He^-t that wotrded fiei

Ov'r hills and dales, ar :. feeirs the lower grounds
For rucDiiig fcrcam,, the ^^hilit his we-rping eyes

Beg fileni mercy from the i)llowingHoaads ;
At l.-..j;rh, eitibof:, he droo; ;, drops cown, and lies
Beo-^fh the burthen of hii bi- *riing wounds :
Ev'n fa iTiy gapping foul^ dilT 1\ 'd in tears,*
Do:h fearch rbrthee. my God, whofe deafnedears
Leave mc th'unra.rcm'd Pfis'ner to my pacick frarJ.


zjo Emllemes. Book 4.


Where have my bufie eyes not pry'd ? O where.

Of whom hath not my thred-bare tongue demanded ?
I learchM this gloiious City ; he's not here :

I fought the Country *, (he ftands empty handed ;
I fearch'd the Court ; he is a ftranger there :

I ask'd the land ; he's lhipp*d : the fca : he»s landed ;
1 clim'd the air, my thoughts began t'afpire ;
But aly! the wings of my too bold defire.
Soaring too near the ^un. were fmc'g'J with facred fire.

I movM th« Merchant's ear; alas, but he

. Knew, neither what I faid, nor what to (ay :
I ask'd the Lawyer, he demands a fee.

And then demurs me with a vain delay :
I ask'd the Schooltrian : his adcice was free.
But fcoi'J me out too intricate a way :

I ask'd the Watch-man Cbeft of all the four)
Whofe gentle anf-ver could refolvc no more.
But that he lately left him at the Temple door.

Thus having fought, and made my great inqueft

In ev'ry place, and fearch'd in cv'ry ear :
I threw me on my bed ; but ah! my rett

Was poifon'd with th'citremes of grief and fear.
Where looi<:ing down ioto my troubled breaft.
The Magazine of wounds, I found him there :
Let others hu/it, and (hew their fportful Art;
1 wifh to catch the Hare before fhe ftart.
As Potchers ufe to do ; Heav'dS Form's a troubled heart.'


Book 4. Emhkmes. 2,31

S. A M B ROS. lib. 3. de Virg.

Chrift is not in ihs ntirist , nor in Buets ', ¥or Cbrifi is
TcJice, in tbemirkct ire firiftsi Cbrifi is ^ujlice^ in the
market is iniquity : ChriQ is a Labourer, in the vnrkn is
idlfnefs: Cbriji is Cbxrity, in xhsmirlstis (tinder : Cbrift
is Faitb, in the mirlet is fraud. Let us not tberefore feek
Chrifi^ robere vfs cannot find Cbriji,

S. HIE ROM, Ser. 9. Ep. 22. ad Euftoch.

'^.'fus is iealous : He will not bavi tby face feen : Let
foclijb f^irgins ramble abroad, feck tbou tby Love at home^

What. lofi thy love? will neither bed nor board
Receive him ? Net by tears to be imploiM ?
It is the Ship that moves, and not the Coaft ;
i t^^ar, I fear, my foul, 'tijthou art loit.



Emllemes* Book 4.


S'anj/'e him ivksm my S side L^etA^itwashui
'dttkyjf^fedjrmn thzni hutljuuni him.
^ ^rr^ h'^ tz fyuetk I kelA him etc : Omt rj -4


Book 4. Emiletnesl ^3}



Have you feen him whom my SoullovethWhen
I haH a little from them, then Ifofind him^
I took hold on him, and left him not.

WHat fccret corner ? What unwonted way
Has fcap'd the raofack of my rambling thought ?
The Fox by night, nor the dun Owl by day.
Have never fcarch'd thoTe places I have fought,
Whilft they lamented, abfcncc taught my brcaft
The ready load to grief, without rcqueft ;
My day had neither comfort, nor my night had reft.


How hath my unregarded language vented

The lad tautologies of lavifh paflion ;
How often have I langnifliM unlamented !
Jiow oft have I complain'd, without compaSioa •
I afk'd the City-watch, but (ome deny'd me
The common ftreet,whilft others would mifguide mej
Some would debar me ; feme, divert me *, fome,dcridc mc-

Mark how the Wldow*d Turtle, having loft

The faithful partner of her loyal heart.
Stretches her feeble wings from coaft to coaft,
Haunts cv'ry path ; thinks every fhade doth part
Her abfent Love, and her 5 at length unfpcd.
She re- betakes her to her lonely bed.
And there bewails her eycrlafiing Widow. htad.

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^34 Emhlemes, Book 4,

So when my foul had progreft cv'ry place,

That love and dear affe^ion could cont rivcj
I threw me on my couch, rcfolv'd t' embrace
A death for him in whom I ccas'd to live :
But there inj*irious Hyman did prefcnc
His landfkip joys ; my pickled eyes did \tnt
Full ftreams of Briny tears , tears never to be fpent.

Whilft thus my forrow- wafting foul was feeding

Upon the rad'cal humour of her thought,
Ev'n whilft mine eyes were blind, and heart was bleeding
He thatwaslought, unfound, was found, unfought
As if the .sun (hould dart his orbe of light
Intothefecrcts of the black- brow'd night.-
Ev'n fo appeared ray Love, my folc. my fouls delight.

O hofv mine eyes now ravi(h*d at the fight

Of my bright Sun- fhot flames of equal fire'
Ah ! How my foul diflblv'd with o*rdelight,
To re-enjoy the Crown of chaft defire !
How fov'reign joy deposM and difpoffeft

Rebellious gric^ ! And how my ravifh*d breaft

But who can prefs thofe heights, that cannot be expreft "

O how thefe arms, thefe greedy arms did twine,

And ftroagly twift about his yielding wafc !
The fappy branches of the Thefpian Vine,
Nev'rclitg*d their lefs beloved Elmfofafc;
Boaft not thv flames, blind boy, thy feathered (hot ;
Let Hymens eafic fnarles be quite forgot :
Time caanot quench our fircs,nor death diflbhe.our knot,


Book 4. Emhlemes. 235

O R I G. Horn. 10. in diverf.

O moP holy Lord ! and [weeteji Mafier, bow ^ogi art thou
to thofe that are of upright heirt^ and kumbJe fpirit ! horn
ble fed are the) that fee k tbeeroith afimpJe heart] Hovj happy
that trufi in thee ! It is a moji certain truth, that thou loveSi
all that love thee, and never forfai:^ thofe that truft in thee I
For behold thy Love [imply fought thee, and undoubtedly found
thee'. She trufled intkee, and is not forfaken of. 'thee, but
hath obtained more by thes^ than fhe expe^sd from thee*

^ E D A in cap. 3. Cant.

The longer Ivoat in finding whom I fought, the more earneji-
Ij I held him being found.

EPIG. 12.

What ? found him out ? let ftrong embraces bind him ;
He*l flie perchance, where tears can nevcL find him.
New fins will lo(e, what old repentance gains.
Wifdom not only gets, but got retains.




Book 4.


If is ^00 d. J or nu to draw mareis iru
Lord^ I have pit mytruft inyL oni Qoc. -


Book 4. Emhkmes] 237


PSALM. 71. 28.

It is ^d for me to draw near to GoJ^ Ihav
put my trufl in the Lord God.

WHere is that Good, which wife-men pleafe tocafl
Thechiefeft? Doth there any fuchbefal
Within mans reach f or if there fuch a Good at all?

If fuch there be, it neither muft expire.
Nor change ; than which there can be nothinghighcr t
Such good muft be the utter point of man's defire.

It is the Mark, to which all hearts muft tend ;
Can be defircd for no other end,
Than for it fdf, on which aD other Goods depend.

What may this Excellent be ? doth it fubfift
A real Effence clouded in the midft
Of curious Art, or dear to ev*ry eye that lift^

Or is't a tart Idea, to procure
An edg, and keep the praftick foul in ure.
Like that dear Chymick duft, or puzling Quadrature ^

Where (ban I f^ck this? Where (ban I find
This Cath'lick plcafure, whofc extremes may bind
My thoughts ? and fill the gulf of my infatiate mind ?

Lies it in Treafurc ? In full heaps untold ?
Doth gowty MAmrnons griping hand infold
This facred Saint in facred Shrines of fov'rci^n goW ?

0. 5 No,


Emhlemes. Book

No, no, (he lies not t!iere ; wealth often fours
In keeping ; makes us hers, in feeming ours ;
She Hides from Heav'n indeed, but coi: in /JiBue's fliowcrs.

, Lives (he in honour ? no. The Royal down
Builds up a creature, and then bstters down •
Kings raife thee with a fmile, and raze thee with a frown.

In pleafure ? no. Pleafure begins in rage 5
AGs the fools part on earth's uncertain ftag^ ;
Begins the play in youth, and Epilogues in ag ♦

Thefe, thefe are bafiard goods ; the befc of thefe
Torment the foul wi^h pieafing it, and pleafe.
Like water's gulp'd in feavers with deceitful eafe.

Earth's flatt'ring dainties arc but fweet diftreflcs :
Mole-hiys perform the mountains (he profeffes,
Alas, can earth confer mere good than earth poffefTes'?

Mount, mount, my foul, and let my thoughts calhier
Earth*s vain delights, and make the full carier
At Ueav'ns eternal joys ; ftop, fcop, thy Courfer theft.

There (hall thy foul poflefs uncareful treafure,
There (hale thou fwim in never-fading pleafure :
Afld blaze in honour far above the frowns of C^zfir,

Lord^ if my hope dare let her anchor fall
On thee, the chiefefc Good, no need to call
For earthsjnferiour tralh j Thou, thou art All in A17.

S. A U G.

Book 4. Emlkmei. 23 J

S. AUGUST. Soliloqu. ap. 13-

I fotow this xhh'^ : I purfue tbit, hut am filUd with nO»
thing. But when J found thee J who art that immu*.ibU, inii-
vided, and only good in my fcJf , nbat J ebtaincd^ 1 rointed
not ; for rohat I obtained not^ 1 grieved not ; with vohAX I
was fofcSy my whole defire wis fatisfied.

S. BERN. Ser.9.fup.bcatiqmhabcntj&c.

Let others pretend merit ; ht him brag of the burthen of the
day t let bimboift cf his Sabbath fafis, and 1st him glory that
ke is not as other men : but for me , it is good to ckave unto
the Lordy and to put vy trufi in my Lerd God,

EPia 13.

Let Sofeis blafw, and Neptunes waves be join'J,
Thy ^olui commands the waves, the wiad :
Fear cot the Recks or Worlds imperious waves;
Thou climbft a Rock (my foaU a rock thai fives.

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I fat vnder ihejhaiaw cfhrni tvhc rs 1
hoi^ defired. Canl^: 2,. ^


Book 4^






I fat under his JhaJow with great Jelight ]
and his fruit was five et to my tafte.

LOok how the (heep. whofe rambling fteps do fcray
, from the fafe bleffing of her Shepherds eyes,
Bftfooq becomes the unproteded prey

To the wing'd fquadron of belcagring fliei %
IVhere fweltcred with thelcorching beams of day.
She frisks from bulh to brake, and wildly flies
From her own felf, ev'n of her felf afraid ;
She (hrouds her troubled brows in ev Vy glade,"
craves the mercy: of the foft removing (hade.

|Ev*n fo my wandriog foul, that hath digreft

From her great Shepherd, is the hourly prey
[Of aD my fins. Thefe vultures in my breaft

Gripe my Promethean heart both night and day/
[Ifcunt from place to place, but find no reft ;
1 know not where to go , nor where to ftay :
The eye of vengeance burns, her flames invade
My fwelt'ring foul : My foul hath oft affaid,
|Yet (he can find no (hroud, but can fhe feel no Ihade^

z^z Emhlemes. Book 4,

I fought the (hades of Mirtfi, to wear away

My flow pac'd hours of foul confuming grief;
I fearchM the (hades of fleep, to cafe my day
Of griping forrows with a nights reprief.
I fought the (hades of death ; thought there t'allay
My final torments with a full relief ;
But mirth, nor fleep, nor death, can hide my hours
In Che falfe fliades of their deceitful bowrs ;
The firft dKtra^s, the next diflurbs, the laft devours.

Where (hall I turn ? To whom fhall I apply me ?

Are there no ftreams where a faint Soul may wade ?
Thy God-heid, Jefus, are the flames that fry me 5

Hath thy Al!-gloricus Deity never a fliade.
Where I may fit and vengeance never eye me.
Where I might fit refrefli'd or unafraid?
Is there no comfort ? Is there no refeftion ?
Is there no cover that will give proteftion
T*a fainting (bul, the fubjcftof thy wraths reflexion ?


Look up, my foul, advance the lowly ftature

Of thy fad thoughts ; advance thy hnmble eye :
See, here's a ftiadow found : The humane nature

Is made th'Umbella to the Deity,
To catch the Sun- beams of thy jaffc Creator :
Beneath this covert thou maift fafeiy lie :
Permit thine eyes to climb this fruitful tree,
A? quick Zdchew. did, and thou (halt fee
A cloud of dyirg flcft} betwixt thofe beams" and thee.


3ook^4' Emhlemes, 143

GUIL. iacap^2. Cant,

who can endure the fierce rays of ike Sua of ^ujlict ? Who
(haJl KOI bs cotifiimed by kis bsims ? Therefore the Sun of fu-
iihs tookjiejhj ihat through tke conjun^icn of that Sun and
this tumine body a fhidcw mtj be made,

S. AUGU^i:. Med. cap. 37.

Lord, let ntj foul flee from the fcorcbing thoughts of the
Tvorli, unl^ tb« cover tcf thy roirgs, that being ref re fhid by
the moierithnof thy jhiioro^ Jbs may fing merrily^ Jn peace
will J lij me down and reS*


EPIG. 14.

Ah, treach'rous Soul, would not thy pleafurcs give
That Lord, which made the liviag, leave to live ?
See what thy fins have done : thy fiqs have made
The Sun of Glory noA' become thy (hade.



Book 4.


Jiow^ii .ui n.e fCnq tktjotta ofth
Lorain a {b'cn.^c'h and. .


Book 4. Emllemes* X4J


PSALM. 137. 4.

How fhaU we fing a fong of the Lord in a
ft range Land I

URgc mc 00 more : this airy mirth belongs
To better times : thefe times are not for Congs.
The fprightly twang of the melodious Lute
Agrees not with my voice: and both unfutc
My untun'd fortunes : the affected meafure
Of ftrains, that are coaftrain*d, afford no pleafurc
Mufick*8 the Child of Mirth ; where griefs aflail
The Troubled foul, both voice, and fingers fail ;
Let fuch as ravel out their lavilh days,
In honourable riot ; that can raife
Dejecled hearts, and conjare op a fpVit
Of madnefs by the Magick of delight ;
Let thofe of Cupd*^ Hofpital, that lie
impatient Patients to a fmiling eye.
That cannot reft, until vain hope beguile
Their flattcr'd torment with a wanton frailc ;
Let fuch redeem their peace, and falve the wrong?.
Of froward Fortune with their frolick fongs ;
My grief, my grief's too great for fmiling eyes
To cure, or counter-charms to exorcife.
The Ravens difmal croaks, the midnight howls
Of cmpt 7 Wolves mixt with the fcrcech of Owls,
The nine fad knolls of a dull paflTing Bell,
With ch: loud language of a nightly kncH,


24^ Emhlemes. Book 4.

And horrid out-cries of revenged crimes,
Join'd in a medley's mufick for thefe times j
Ihefe are nD times to touch the merry ftring
Of Orpheus ; no, thefe are no times to (ing.
Can hide- bound Prii^ners, that have fpcnt their fouls,
And familh'd bodies in the noifome holes-
Of hell black dungeons, apt their rougher throats.
Grown hoarfe with begging alms, to warhle notes?
Can the fad Pilgrim, that hath lofchis way
In the vaft defatt ; there conderan'd a pr^y .
To the wild fubjeO^, or his favage King,
Rouzc up his palfie fmitten fpirits, and fmg ?
Can 1 a Pilgrim , and a Prisoner too,
(Alas) where I am neither known, nor know
Ought but my torments, an unranfom'd ftrangec
In this ftrange climate, in a land of danger ?
O, can my voice be pleafant, or my hand.
Thus made a Pris'ner to a forein land f
How can my mufick relifh in your ears,
That cannnot fpeak for fobs, nor iing for tears ?
Ah, if my voice could. Orphtus-Wkc, unfpcl
My poor Euryiice. my •'bul, irom Hell
Of earth's mifconftru'd Heaven, O then my breaft
Should warble airs, whofe rhapfodics (hould feaft !

The ears of Seraphims, and /"ntt ~iia
Heav'ns higheft Deity with their ofty flrain,
A ftrain well drench'd in the true fhefl^ian WeD,
Tin then, earths Semiquaver, mirth, farewel.


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inpnitely bapfy are tbcfe heavenly virtues which are ahU
JOprai[e ikee in hoHnefs and purity^ with rxcejjfive froeetnefSf
dnd inutterable exultanon ! Frora thincc tbeypraife tbee^from
whence they rejoicf, becauje they continually fee for vohit they
rejoice^ for rohit they praife thee : But vj: prefi dovon with
this burthen of fefi , far removed from thy countenance in
ibis pilgrimage^ and blown up with worldly vanities-, tanvot
roorthily priifs thee ! JTe pnife thee byfdith ; not face to fuel
but thofe Angelical fpir its praife thee face to face^ and not by

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Did I refufe to fing ? faid 1 thefe times
Were not for fongs ? nor mufick tor thefe climej ?
It was my errour : are not grones and tears
Harmonious raptnres in th'Almighty's ears i



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I charge you^ daughters of Jerufalem, if
you find my he love d^ that you tell him that
I am fick of love.

YOa holy Virgins, that To oft furronnd
The City*s Saphire walls, whofe faowy feet
Meafurc the pearly paths of facred^ronnd

Afid trace the nc'^ J^rus'lems Jafper ftreet ?
Ah, you whofc are-forfakca hearts arc crown'J
With your bcfl wilhes ; that enj^y the fwect
Of all yonr hopes ; If cVe you chance to fpie
My ablen: Love, O tel] him that I He
Deep wounded with the flames chat furnacM from hii eye.

[ charge you, Virgins, as you hope to hear

The hcav'niy mufick of your Love'r s voice 5
I charge you by the folemn faith you bear

To plighted vows, and to that loyal choice
Of your afleftious, or, if OHght more dear
You liOld ; by Hymen, by your marriage joyj,
I charge you tell him, that a flaming dart,
Shot from his eye, hath pierc'd ray bleeding heartj
And I am fick of love» andlanguilh in my fmart,

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Tell him, O tell bim, how my panting breaft

Is fcorch'd with flames, and how my foul is pinM ;
Ten him, O tell him, how I lie oppreft

With the full torments of a troubled mind ;
O tell him, ten him, that he loves in jefi.
But I in earneft ; tell him he's unwind:
But if a difcontented frown appears

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