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Upon his angry brow, accofi his cars
With foft and fewer words, and aft the reft in tears.

O tell him, that his cruelties deprive

My foul of peace, while peace in vain (he fceks j
Tell him, thofe damask rofes, that did ftrive

With white, both fade, upon myfallow cheeks •,
Teli him, no token doth proclaim 1 live.
But tears, and fighs, and fobs, and fudden (hrieks :
Thus if your piercing words fhould chance to bore
Hishearkningear, and move a figlj, giveo'.c
To fpeak ; and ceil him^ TcD him, that I could no more,


If your elegious breath (hould hap to rcuzc

A happy tear, clofc harb'rlng in his eye,
Then urge his plighted faith, the facred vows.

Which neither I can break, nor he deny ;
Bewail the corments oi^his loyal fpoufc,

Thst for his fake weuld make a fport to die :
O blefiVd viigici, how my paffion tires
Peneath the burthen of her fond de fires !
Heav fl never (hot fuch flamesj earth never felt fnch firei!


Book f. Ewhlemesii\ 251

S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 40.

W'ut Jhi'J 1 /-7 ? f*"^^' fhal^ I ,^i J' ir/^ni»w'r frj I^o ?
'tCberefiili I fed h:m? O^ whin fill I I fni bi.i ^ %^bom
fhilj J iiki fi'ko Toill uH my beloved tbit 1 am of Love ?

G U LI EL. in cap. 5v-Cant.

J Ihe^ hut not I : i/ is mj beLved that livetl in me : / Icvt
my fiJf-, not with my otan lovr^ but v^ith ibe irve $f m) bs"
Icvsi tbit hveih me : llove not my jelf iujnj [eify but my
[sV- inkimt inihhfl inrnc.

Grieve not ^my foul) nor \tt thy love wax faint.
Wcep'ii thou CO lo e the caufe of thy complaint ?
He'il coLTie ; Lofc ne*f was !>ound to times nor laws:
TilUhcn thy tean complain without acaufc.
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Book 5<


Stay me nfitJiTb^jefS ;Cmfffttmee mtk

Jj^ies.fifi'IamJck cfUus. Cant- x - ^.

Book J. Emllemes, iJJ



Stay me luth flowers , and comfort me with
apples f for I am fick with love.

O Tyrant love? ho» doth thy fovVeiga pow»r '
Subjcft poor fouls to thy imperious thrall .'
1 hey lay, thy cup's composed of I'weet and fower ;

They fay, thy diet's honey mixt with gall ;
How comes it then to pa's, ihcfe lips of ours
Still trade in bitter ; raft no fweet at afl ?
O tyrant lore ! Shall our perpetual teil.
Nc'r find a Sabbath to refrcfh a while
Our drooping fouU ? Art thou all frowns, and ne'r a fmiW

You Weffcd Maids cf honour that frequent

The royal courts of our renown'd (cho^e.
With flow'rs rcftore my fpirits faint and fpcnt ;
O fetch me apples from Loves fruitful grove.
To cool my palate, and renew my n.ent,
For 1 am Tick, for I ara fick erf love :

Thefe will revive ray dry, my wafted pow*rt,
And they will fweeten my unfav'ty hours ;
Refrclh me then with fruit, and comfort me with flow'rs.

It 3

^j-^ Emhlemss. Book


O bring tne apples to affAage that fire,

Which >£tff4-l!ke inflames my flaming breaft ;
N^r is it every apple I deiire, . ^

Nor that ;vhj[chplearescvery> palate bcft-t -
'Tis not she LiftiiigDeuzdn I require.
Not yej the red-cheek'J Qiieeniag I requeft.:
Northac wjjich firl^ hcflirew'd the najtic of mft^
Nor that.wthofe beauty caui'd the golden ft rife ;
"No, no, bring me an apple from the tree of life.

Virgins, tuck up your filkenlaps, acd fill yc
With the fair *t-'ah hot F/o//s Magazine ;
The purple violet: ^nd the pale- fjc'd iiiJy :

The fancy and the organ colombine ; .
The flo .vria;; thyme, the guill-bowl daffadilly ;
Tht lowly, pink, the lufty eglantine ;
The biufhii5g rofc, the queen of flowers, and heft
Of Tlofih beauty; hue above the relt,
xJ^% ^.'/iffovereigh flower perfume my qualmirg breafc;


Hafr, Virgin?, haft, for 1 lie weak and faint,

Beneath the pangs of love ; why fcand yc mute.
As if youi filencii neither cai'd to giant ;

Nor yet your language to deny my fuit ;
No key ':an lock the door of my conplaint.
Until T fmell this flo-,ver, or taft that fruit :

Go, Virgins, feck this tree, and fearch that bow'r ;
O, how iviy foiilfhali bkfsihat happy hour.
That brings to me fuch ffuitjthat brings me/uch a flower.


Book 5'. Emhlemes. iff

G I S T E N. in cap. 2. Cant. Expof. 3,

O happy ficinefsy rvbere ths infirmity is ngt to deith, hut to
Jifejhit God may he glorified by it ! Happy fenver^thit pro-
ceedeth vat from a eon[umingJbut 1 calcining firs I O HAppj di-
/temper, wb:rr in iIjs foul relijheib fijeartbJj things, but only
fivouretb divine nourifhment \

S. BER>4. Scrm. 51. in Cant.

By flowers under ft and faith ; by fruity good works I As the
flrosr or hlojfom it before ike fruity fo is faith before good
works: So neither if the fruit without the flovuer, nor good
loorks wiihout fiiib.

EPIG. 1.
Why apples, O my foul ? Can they remove,
The pains of grief, oreafe the flames of love?
It was that fruit \*hich gave the firft offence ;
That Cent him hither ; that remov'd him hencr©

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Book $n


I Jfy heUtud if min^ and J am h'j, heefc
I ietk amm^ the liUus . Cant -.x.iS.

Book s'. Emhlemes. is 7



Myhelovedumine, and I am his -y Hefeed^
eth among the Mies.

EV'n like two l'\ttle baajc-dlvidicg brooks.
That wafh the pebblci with their wanton ftreamj,
And having rang'd and fcarch'd a thoufand nooks,
Meet both at length in filver-breafted Thames,
Where in a greater current they con joyn ;
SolmybeftbcloTedsam; fo be is mine.

Ev*n fb we met; and after long purfait,
Ev'n fo we joyn*d we both became entire ;

No need for cither to renew a fuit,
For I was flax and he was flames of fire :
Our firm united fouls did more than twine ;

So I my beft-beloTcds am ; fo he is mine.

If an thofe glitt'ring Monarchs that command
The fervilc quar;ers of this earthly baD,

Should tender, in exchange, their (hares of land,
I would cot change my fortunes for them all :
Their wealth is but a counter to my coy a j

The world's but theirs ; bat my beloved's miae.


a J 8 Emhlemes'.' Book

Nay more; if the fair Thefpain Ladies all
Should heap together their diviaertfeafare :

That treaiure fhould be deemVt a price too fmall
To buy a minutes kafe of half my plcaTure ;
'Tis not the facrcd wealth of all the nine

Can buy my heart from him, or his, from being miae.

Nor Time, nor Place, nor Chance, nor Death can bow

My leaft defires unto the leaft remove ;
Ke*s firmly mine by oath ; T his by vow j

He's mine by faith ; and I am his by love ;
He's mine by water ; I am his by wmd ;
Thus I my beft- beloveds am ; thus he is mine.

He is mine Altar ; I, his holy Place ; ,
I am hisguei^ j and he, my living food *,

I'm his by penitence ; he mine by grace ;
rm his by purchafe \ he is miae bv blood ;
He's my fupporting elm ; and I his vine :

Thns I my beft- beloveds am; thus he is mine.

He gives me wealth, I give him all my vows ;

t give him fongs ; he gives me length of days s
With wreaths of grace he crowns ray conqu'ring brows :

And I his Temples with a crown of Praife,

Which he accepts an cvVlafting fign,

That I my beft beloveds am ; that he is jnlne.


look 5'. Emilemes. 259

S. AUGUST. Manu. cap. 24,

Omy foul ffxmpt with the imtgc of thy God, love bim of
nk'.m rhcu art h n.itcb bclovs^innd to him tbit bowsth to thiCy
(eek him tkit fc^kc'.k ibec : Love the lover, byv)ho(e love tko\t
art prevent ed^bi'iin the caufe of thy love ; Be careful TPi'h thofe
l«j; dri; artful^ vtmt vjik ikijd ib^t rajni; beckon tvjrk ibe
flea, iZ-dholy tvib ik-h.Jj'. Cboofe fhi» friend ihcvs all
friends, wboTobcn a.J aretiken Jiw::i^remxinetborly fditbful
to thre : /;; tbe diy of thyburiil, when nU have tbee^ he roill
not deceive thee ^ but defend thee f rem tb: roiring Lions pre-
pircdf'jr tFdfft^y.

EPIG. 3.
Sing. IWnicn, tornvf^rl; Whjt ? iofl and found ?
WcIco.rV, e,'>ou/j, enjoy *d fo loon, andcrown'd!
He didbuc chinb the Crufs, and then comedown
Toth'gites of hell ; triumph'd and fetched a Crcwn.



Book f.


7am mtf helopcJs . (^ /tif 7)cAre is
towards tnec, Cant'V lo. "260 ,

Book J. Emhkmes. '^61



/ am my Beloveds^ and his defire u towards

Like to the Attick needle, that doth guide
The wandring (hade by his magnetick pow V,
And leaves his filken Gnomon to decide

The qucftion of the controverted hour,
Firft frantlcks up and down, from fide to fide
And rcftlefs beats his cryftal'd Iv*ry cafe,
With vain impatience ; j*t8 from place to place,
And feeks the bofome of his frozen bride,.

At length he flacks his motion, and doth reft
Hit trembling point at his bright Poles beloved breaft*

Ev*n fo my foul, being hurried here and there,

By ev'ry objeft that prefents delight,
Pain would bz fettled, but {he knows not where ;
She likes at morning what (be loachs at night :
She bows to honour ; then (he lends an ear

To that fwe«t fwan-like voice of dying pleafure,

Then tumblei in thefcatter'd heaps of treafure ;

Now flatter'd withfalfe hope ; now foylM with fear :

Thus finding an the worlds delight to be
Sut empty toyt, good Cod, ^ points alone to thee.


x6z Em Hemes. Book 5.

But hath the virtued fted'a power to move ?
Or can the untouch'd needle point aright ;

Or can my wandringthoughs forbear to ro?e,
Unguided by the vertue of thy fp'rit? '

O hath my leaden foul the art t* improve
Her watted talect, and unras'd, -afpire
In this fad moulting time of hcrdefire?

Not fir ft belov'd have I the power t© love ;

I cannot ftir, but as thou pLeafe to move me.

Nor can my heart return thee love, until thou love me.

Theftincommandrefsof the filent night. ,

Borro AS her beams from her bright brothers eye -,
His fair afpe^t fills her marp horns with light,

It he withdraw her flames are quench'd and die :
Ev'a fo the beams of her ealightning fp'cit
Infus'd and fli'»t into my dark dcfire.
Inflame my thouj^hts, and fill my foul with fire.
That I am ravilhVi '^ith a new delight;

But if thou fhroud thy face, my glory fades,
And I remain a Notbing, all compos'd of (hades.

EternalGod! O thou that only art

The Dcrcd Fountain oF eternal light.
And bleiTcd Load-ltone of my betcer psrt,

O thou my hearts deft re, my fouls delight,
RcH-Smy foul, and touch my heart, ■ • •' •

/ nd then my heart ih all priz- no good above thee ;
And then my foul fhiillkuow thee; know in^Jove thee;
And then my trembling thoughts niail never ftart

rro:n thy commands, or fs^erve the leaft degrj^e,
Or onceprefumc to move, but as tiiey move in thee.


Book 5'. Emlkmes. 2*53

S. AUGUST. Med. ap.25.

7/ Mm can love mm with fo entire affi^Bion, that the one
cm farce brook the others abfcncc ? if a kriJe cm be joyned
to her briie-grcom mlth fo^rext m urd.'ncjof mind, t bit for
the extremity of love Jhs cm enjoy no re§i , not fufftring his
abfence roitkout Jireat aixiety^ ivith nb.^t affiBitn^ rohh vskit
fervency ought the foul rvbom thou hiQ e[^-c-iifed by f Jib and
cowp -ffjon^ to love thee her true Ged^ and glorious bridegroom f

MjT foul, thy love is dear : Twas thought a good
And ealic pen'*urth of thy Ssviours b:ood :
But be not proud ; Ail matters rightly Icjcn'J,
Tv^as overbcug'.t; ' Twas lolj zi fcccnd hai.d.



Book y,


%f f^uU nultcl^. whcti my helovd^.


h . Qtit ^ ■ 6 ^^4 ,:'

look $. Emhlemes. z6$



My Soul melted whiFJl my Beloved /pake*

\'' Ord, has the fecWe voice of flefh and blood
^ The power to work thine ears into a flood
t melted mercy? or the ft renglht'unltck
he gates of Heav'n and to diflblvc a rock
f marblc-^louds into a morning fhow'r ?
r hath the breath of whining duft the pow'r
3 ftop or faatch a falling Thunder- bolt
om thy fierce hand-, and make thy hand revolt
om refolute confuficn, and inftcad
f viols, pour full bleffing? oa our head ?
r fhall the wants of famifh'd Ravens cry,
ad move thy mercy to a quick fupply ?
r fhall the fiient fuits of drooping flow'fs
oo thee tor drops, and be refrefh'd with (how'rs?
ai, what marvel then, great God, whst wonder
thy hell-rouiing voice, that fplits in funder
le brazen portals of eternal death ;
hat number if that life-reftoring breath
hich dragg,'d me from the infernal fhade* of night,
culd melt my ravifh'd ronl witho'er-delight ?
can my frozen gutters choofe but run,
aat feel the warmth ef fuch a glorious Sun ?
cthinks his language like a flaming arrow
:)th pierce my boBe?,aEd melts their wounded marrow.

S Thy

z66 Emhlemes. Book ^

Thy flames, O Cupid (though the joyful heart

Feels Dcithcr tang of grief, norfeais che fmart

Of jealous doubts, but drunk with full dcfires)

Are torments, weight with thefe celeftial fires ;

Pleafures that ravilh in fo high a meafure,

Th3t O I languid! in cxcefs of pleafure :

What ravifh'd heart, that feels thefc melting joys,

Would not defpife and loath the treacbVous toys

Of dunghil earth ? What foul would not be proud

Of wry-mouth'd fcorns, the worft thatflelh and blood

Had rancor todevife ? Who would not bear

The world's derifton with a thankful ear ?

What palat would refufe full bowls of fpight.

Mo gain a minutes tafte of fuch delight ?

Great fpring of light, in whom there is no (hade

But what my interpofcd fins have made.

Whofe narrow melting fires admit no fcreen

l>ut what my own rebellions put between

Their precious frames and my obdurate ear?

Difperfe this plague diftilling clouds, and clear

My mungy foul into a glorious day ;

Tranfplant this fcreen, remove this bar away,

Then, then my fluent foul (hall feel the fires

Of thy fwect voice, and my diflfolvM defircs

Shall turn a fov'reign balfome, to make whole

Thofe wounds my fins iofliQed on thy foul.

S. AUGliS^

Book J. Emhkmes. 2.67

S. AUGUST. Soliloq. cap. 34.

Wbitfre is thit tbit fo roarmetb my heart ? Whit light is
this tbit fo enlightneth my foul ? fire, thit aJvoajs hurnetb,
and never goes out, kindle me\0 light, which ever fl)ineft, and
art never dirkaedy illumtMoxe me : thit J had my heat from
thee, m§/i holy fire ! Horofxoeeily doft thou burn f Ifowf<cretly
doft thou Pnne f Hovj dejiredly doft thou inflame me ?

BONAVENT. Stim. amoris, cap. 8.

It miiethGodmin, and man God; things temporal, eter-
nal; mortal, immortal', itmaketb an enemy, a friend', afer-
vjnr, a [on; vile things, gkrious ) eold hearts, fiery; and
bard tbengs, liquid.

EpiG, ^:

My foul, thy gold is true, b«t fuOof drofs?
Thy Saviours breath refines thee with fame loS
His gentle furnace makes thee pure as true ;
Thou muft bs melcei e'fc th'art caft anew,
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Book J.


i, whom haiiel vi heaven hut thee, c^m^}
\ ' desire I m earth tn lyfpect oftheePs:?^^

Book. ^. EmlUmes. 269

PSALM 73.2;.

^om have I in Heaven hut thee ? and what
defire I on earth in refpe^ of thee ?

I Love (and have fome caafe to love the earth :
She is ray Makers creature ; therefore good i
Sne is my Mother, for (he gave me bif tb ;
She is my tender Nsrfe ; (he gives me food ;
But wl«t's a Creature, Lord compar'd with thee?
Or what'j my Mother, or my Nurfc to me ?

I love the Air : her dainty fweets rcfre(h
My drooping foul, and to new f^ests invite me;
Her (hrii-mouth'd quire fuftain me with their fleffi.
And with their Polyphonian notes delight me:
But what's the Air, or all the fweett, that (he
Can blefs my foul witfcal, compar'd tothes ?

1 love the Sea : She ii mv feBow-Creatur.*,
My careful porvtyour ; fhe provides me ftore:
She wails mc roBn J ; flie makes my dirt greater ;
She wafts Eiy treifure frora a forreign (hore :
Bat Lord of O^eaEs, when compar'd with thsc,
V/hat is the Ocean, or her wealth to me.

njo Emilemes. Book 5'.


To heav'ns high city I dire^^ my journey,
Whofe fpingled faburb-^ entertain mire eye ;
Mine eye, by contemplations great Atturocy,
Jranfcends the cryt^al pavement of the flcie:

But what is Heav*n, great God compar'd to Thee ?

Without thy prefence Heav Vs no Hcav'n to me.


Without thy prefeace Earth gives no refeftion ;

Without thy prefence Seaa&rds no treafurc ;

Without thy prefence Air's a rank infection ;

Without thy prefence Heav'n it fclPs no pleafurc ;
If notpoffefs*d, if notenjoy'd in thee,
What*s Earthj or Sea, or Air, or Heav'n to me ?


The highefi: honour, that the world can boaft.

Arc fubjeSsfar too low for my defire ;

The brighteft beams of glory are Cat moft)

But dying fparkles of thy living fire :

The proudeft flames that earth caa kindle, be
But nightly Glow-worms if coinpac'd cothee.


Without thy prefence. Wealth are bags of cares ;

Wifdonj, but folly ; Joy, difquiet fadnefs :-

Friend fhip is treafon, and Delights arc fnares ;

Pleafures but pain, and Mirch but pkafing madiiefs :
Without thee, Lord, things be not what they be.
Nor have their being, When compared with thee.


Tn having all things, and not thee, what have I ?

Nor having thee, what have my labours got ?

Let me enjoy but thee, what farther crave I ?

^nd having thee alone, what have I not ?
X ^k ?fh nor Sea, nor Land ^ nor would I be
Peffcft of Heav'ii, Heav'n unpoffeft of thee.


|3ook 5'. Emllemes. 2-71

BON A VENT, Solioqu. Cap. 1.

Alaa ! My God, now 1 unicrfimi (but blujh to confefs) that
the beauty of thy Creatures hath dfceived mine eyes, and I have
not obferved that thou art more amiable tbenilhhe Creatures',
to which thou haft communicated but one drop of thy ineftimabU
beauty \ for rx}kr> hath adorned the Heavens with ftars ? Who
hath flored the air with fowl ^ the waters with fiJJ)^ the earth
with plants and flowers? But what a.u aB thefe but a jmaU
fpirk of, divine beauty,

$. C H R Y S. Horn. $. in ^p. ad Rom.

In having nothing 1 have aU things^ becaufe 1 bxve Chriji
ffaving therefore all things in' him^ 1 feeh no otbtr rewArd*
for he u the univerfal rsward.

E P I G. 6.
Who would not throw his better thoughts about hlra.
And fcorn this drois within him ; that wichoift him ?
Caft up (my foul) thy clearer eye ; Behold,
If thou be fully melted, there's the mold. -

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Book J*


^oe is me that lam coJi/iraiiKd t div^lnA^.
Wefbdve 'to haue vi^ ^lahikftion cirxno tht-

Book 5'. Emlkmes. 273


PSALM. 120. s-

Woe is to me, that Iremain in Mejheck^ and
dwell in the tents of Kedar I

IS Natures courfe diffolvM ? doth times glafs ftand ?
Or hath fome frolick heart fet back the hand
OF Fates perpecuai Clock ? Wil'r nerer ftrikc ?
Is crazy Time grown lazy, faint or fick,
With very Age ? Or hath that great Pair-royal
Of Adamantine fifters late made trial
Of fome new trade i Shall mortal hearts grow oM
la forrow ? Shall my weary arms infold.
And underprop my panting fides for ever ?
Is there no charitable hand will fever
My weD-fprungtlired, that my imprifon'd foul
May be delivered from this duij dark hole
Of dungeon flelh ? O fhaH I. fhall I never
Be ranfom'd, but remain a (lave forever ?
It is the lot of man but once to die,
But e're that death, how many deaths have I ?
What human madnefs makes the world afraid
Toentertain heavV.s jays, becaufe convey'd
By th'xhandef death ? Wiii nakednefs refufc
Rich change of Robes, becaufe the man's not fpmle
That brought them ? Or will poverty fend back
Full bags of gold, becaufe the bringers black ?
Life is a bubble, blowa with whining breaths,
Fili'd with the torment of a thoufand deaths ;


174 Emhlemes. Book ^]

Which being prick'd by death (while death deprives

One life) pretcnts the foul a thoufand lives :

O frantick mortal, how hath earth bewitchM

Thy bedlam foul, which hath fo fondly pitch'd

Upon herfalfe delights ! Delights that ceafe

Before enjoyments Hnds a tim<f to pleafe :

Her hcklc joys breed doubtful fears ; her fcari

Bring hopeful griefs ; her griefs weep fearful tears !

Tears coyn deceitf'jl hopes ; hopes careful doubt.

And furly paflion juttlcs paflion out :

Today we pamper with afnllrepaft

Of lavifh mirth, at night we weep as faft ;

To night we fwim in wealth, and lend ; to morrow.

We fink in want, and find no friend to borrow.

In what a climate doth ray foul jeHde ?

Where palefacM murthei^ the firft born of pride,

Scti up her kingdom in the very fmiles.

And plighted faiths of men like Crocodiles !

A land, where each embroyd'red fattin word

Is Iin*d with fraud ; where Mars his lawlefs fword

Exiles Aifrai's balance ; where that hand

Now flayes his brother, thatnewfow'd his land;

O that my days of bondage would expire

In this lewd foyl ! Lord, how my foul's on fire

To be diffolv'd, that I might once obtain

Thefe long*d for joyes, long'd for fo oft in vain !

If Mofeshkc I may not live poffefl

Of his fair laad ; Lord, let me fce*c at leaft.


Book 5". •• Emhlemes. X7j'

S. AUGUST. Soliloqu. cap. 12.

Mj lift u A ft All life ; 1 corruptible life ; a life, which the
more it increaf^tb, the m§re it decreifeth ; The farther it goeth,
the narer it cometh todeith. A deceitful life, and like a.
jhidotfffuU of the fnares of deith: Kow IrejoycCj noxo I ii«-
guifh^ novo Iflmrijh^ novo infirm^ vcw 1 live ^ini fir ni^kt J die;

now Ifetm hdfpy, alwijisWttferable 3 now 1 laugh, nnvf 1 weepl
'rkuii' irefub'y.d'to mutibilttj^ that nothing conti*

nuetb An hour in one eflite : O joy Above ]o}^ exceeding til joy

without which there U no joy ^ vobenfhill Isnter into thte^ thit

J rmyfee my God that dwelktb in thee ?


Art thou fo weak ? O canft thou not digeft
An hour <yf travel for an night of reft ?
Chear up my foul , Call home thy fp'rits, and bear
One bad good-friday, f-jll mouthM EaHcf s near.



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') n'VitchA ffljn d at I am ;:»Ar t/r/^:

Book <.' Emllemes. 1.77


R O M. 7. 24.

wretched man that I am ! who JhaU dc^
liver me from the lody of this death ?

BEhold thy darling, whxh thy luftful care
Pampers, for which thy reftlefs thoughts prepare
i>uch early caves ; for whom thy bubbling brow
So often twcats» and baakrupt eyes do ow
Such inidnightfccres to nature, forwhofcfak*
Baie earth is fainted, the iafercal lake
Unfear'd, the Cro*n of glory poorly rated :
Thy God negleftcd, and thy Brother hated ;
Behold thy darling, whom thy fouIaffe^Js
So dearly ; whom thy foad iadulgence decks
And puppets up in foft, in fiikcn weeds :
Behold the darling, whom thy fondfiefs htdi
With ;ar.fetch'J delicates, the dear bought gains
Of ill- rpent time, the f rice of half my paias :
Behold thy darling, who, when clad by thee.
Derides thy nakcdnefs \ acd when moft free,
Proclaifcs her lover llave ; and being fed
Moft full, then ftrikes th' icdulgent feeder dead.
What means thou thus, my poor deluded foul,
To love !o fondly ? Can the burning cole
Of thy affcftion laft without the facl
Of counter- love ? Is thy compeer fo crusi,
And thou fo kind, to love unlov'J again ?
Cinft thou Tow fdvours) and (hu3 reap difdain ?


278 Emhlemes* Book 5,

Remember, O rem mber, thou art bora

Of royal blood ; remcifiber thou art Iworn

A Maid of H9nour in the Court of Heaven j

Remember whac a coftly price was given

To ranfome thee from tkvVy thou wcrt io :

And wilt thou now^ my foul, turn flave again ?

1 he Son and Heiip to Heaven's Tri-une J E H O V E

Would faia become a futer for thy love,

And offers for thy dowV his fathers Throne,

To fit for Seraph ims to gaze upon ;

He'i give thee Honour, Pleafure, Wealth, and Things

Tranfcendingfar the MajeHyof Kings :

And wilt thou proftrate to the odious charms

Of this bafe fcuDion ? Shall his hollow arms

Hug thy fofc fides ? Shall thefe courfe hands untie

The facrcd Zone of thy virginity ?

For lliame degen'rous foul, let thy defir«

Bequicknedup withmore heroick fire;

Be wifely proud, let thy ambitious eye

Read nobler objeSs ; let thy thoughts defie

Such am*rous bafenefs ; let thy foul difdaia

Th'gnoble prefers of fo bafe a fwain ;

Or if thy vows be paft, and Hymans bands

Have ceremonied your unequal hands.

Annul, at leaft avoid, thy lawlefs ad

With infufficiency, or precontra£J :

Or if the a£t be good, yetmaift thou plead

A fecond freedom j or the flelh is dead.


Book 5",



N A Z I A N Z. Orat. i6.

Hov> I im joyn^d to this hcdjf I knew not ; which when it is
healthful, provoketb me to xoir , ar.d being damaged by rojiry
affe^etb me with grief iwhich J both love as a. fellow fervaat^
andhite as an utter enemyi It is apleafant foe^md aperfdiouA
friend, firange con)un[lion and alien atim : What J fear Jem-
brace, and what llove I am afraid of ? before I make war^ /

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