DUKE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Treasure %aom m * Him who has climb'd to Wifdom's Height, Such Objects equally delight In Death, as have his Life employ'd And will hereafter be enjoy'd. EMBLEMS AND HIEROGLYPHICKS O N A • Great Variety sub j°e c t s, Moral and Divine. In FOUR BOOKS. Intended for the Recreation and Improvement of Youth, and the Encouragement of Vh> tue and true Piety among Christians. The Dottrines and Duties of the Chriftian Religion are here familiarly explained and illuftrated, by Figurative Representations ; whereby the Mind is enlarged, and the Attention engaged in Things of the utmoft Importance to the Well-being of every Man. * ' ■ i i h i ' i . ii i - ■ i m Embellifhed with near an Hundred Emblema- tical Cuts from Quarles Emblems. LONDON: Printed for M. Cooper, Pater-nofler-rovj ; W. Reeve, Fleet-Jireet\ and C. SympsoN, Chancery-lane, M D c C u 1 1. J/ • ,, A THE PR E FA CE. LT HO 9 there have been many ex- cellent Pieces wrote, and many curi- ous Devices invented for the Inflruc- tion and Amufe?nent of young People ; yet I dont know of any fo well calcu- lated to ferve the Purpofe both of Religion and Re- creation at the fame Time, as this of Emblems. If is a pretty Exercife for an aft ive juvenile Ge- nius, and the Mind is very agreeably employed in trav erf ng and developing the typical Figures y and gradually habituated to a clofe and rational Way of thinking. This, however, is not the only Benefit that accrues from it; for the Principles of Religion, when conveyed in this Manner, make a Jlronger ImpreJJion on the Mind, than when incul- cated by Precepts and a dry Induclion of Argu- ments , as Example has a more forcible Ejfecl than Dotlrine barely taught and difcufsd; for what w.e hear and commit to the Memory, is too often thrujl out by other intruding Objecls 5 but what A 2 we 203910 Vi PREFACE. we fee ) fixes the Attention more, and is lefs liable to be obliterated than what we receive by the Ear, IT was with this Intent , no Doubt, that the' Method of injlrucling Children by Fables was in- vented; and from fictitious Adventures among Brutes, to deduce a Moral, which, as it might be eafily apprehended by the weakejl Capacity, it was fuppofed, would leave a lajling Impreffion on a young Mind. But from the Obfervations I have been able to make, I could never find that this Me- thodytf Inflruclion ever produced any good Effed, The Story of a Cock and a Bull, which the little Scholar fees pictured on one Side and reads on the other, may perhaps pleafe his childijh Fancy ; yet % J will venture to affirm, does more Prejudice to the Mind than it conveys Inftruclion. This I am fenfible will be treated as ajlrange and chimerical AJfertion ; Jince the Educators of Youth, in all Ages, have recommended Fable as the mojl proper Method of initiating Children into the firft Rudi- ments of Learning and Virtue. But neither the Antiquity nor Univerfality of a Practice Jhould prevail againjl Reafon, if Reafon is really again/} that Practice. My Reafons for differing from the received Opinion are theje \ how well founded, let the Reader judge, IN the firft Place, the Fable is a palpable Faljhood, as a Child of the leaft Advances in Under/landing, will eafily difcover. What's the Confequence ? The Child, by continually reading • and poring over thefe fictitious Stories, which he knows to be fuch, will be habituated to think but lightly of Truth itflf\ and as Truth is the very Corner PREFACE. vii Corner Stone of Morality y if that is taken away in the Beginnings what other Foundation has the future Building to reft upon P THIS Objeclion, I know ', will be anfwer'dby alledging the Moral annexed^ by which the Intent and Meaning of the Fable is explained and en-* forced. TO this Ianfwer^ that to one who reads a Fa- ble in this Lights and conflders and compares the. Incidents of it with the moral Inflruclionfubjoinedy, there are a thoufand perufe it only for the odd Whimfies it contains , -without receiving any in- Jiruclive Leffon, whereby the Mind may be enlarge ed$ or the Imagination furnijhed with any ufeful Ideas •, which ought to be the End of every Part of Education^ efpecially that which Jhould be the Foun- dation of all the reft, the Love of Truth. Much more might be faid on this Subjecl, but I am pre- vented by the Author of a Book lately publijbed 9 en- titled P u E R I L i A ; in the Preface to which I find this Matter handled more at large thanfuits with my prefent Purpofe. N O W y the Method which we have purfued in thefe Emblems, anjwers all the Purpofes of the Fable without any of its Imonveniencies. Both the one and the other is indeed a Difguife to conceal a latent Truth : But then here lies the Difference* In the Plan and Scheme of the Emblem, there ap- pears no Abfurdity to divert the Attention^ in ex- amining the Import of it the Mind is agreeably en- tertained \ and as it gradually finds out the Refem-* blance> fo a full Difcovery of the Truth is its de- lightful Reward. Here is no Fiftion to tickle A 4 the 203910 vui PREFAC E the Fancy, or divert the Mind to Objecls with which it has no immediate Concern ; for the Fi- gures them/elves naturally lead to an Enquiry ints the Meaning of them, and that Meaning being once founds the Inflruclion intended is eafily im- bibed. But a Fable conveys no Ideas beyond the Incidents that arife from the View of it ; for the Moral does not appear to the Mind direclly on the Infpeclion of the Fable, and was it not fubjoined, the Reader would only have an idle, ridiculous Story to amufe him/elf with, and which fills the tender Mind with incongruous Images, which have no Exijlence in Life or Nature. The Mo- ral is feldom regarded, as being too grave andfe- rious to be attended to, after the falfe Pleafantry. that refults from the odd or comical Incidents in the Fable. / MIGHT proceed much farther in thefe Refections ; but as I would not be thought too te- dious in reafoning upon a Thing which carries its own Evidence, I Jhall now inform the Reader what Improvements I have made upon .Qy A R x E s 9 s Emblems. IT is about Six- J core Tears fmce Quarles firfl publijhed his Book of Emblems ; and confe- quently his Language mufl be obfolete, uncouth, and fear ce intelligible, efpecially by thofe who are not verfed in the Idioms of the Old Englifh' Phrafeology ; and it may be farther noted, that he is often too tedious, full of Repetitions and Circumlo- cutions, and frequently introduces Stories and Illuf- trations from the Heathen Mythology, quite fo- reign to the Nature of the Defgn, which is, to recommend PREFACE. ix recommend the Doclrines and Duties of the Chris- tian Religion, by, as it were, living Examples and Reprefentations taken from the vifible Effects, and Operations of Nature, and the Actions of in- telligent Beings. I ONC E defigned to have modernized his Language, and given it a Turn fuited to the pre- fent Tafle ; but foon found, that fuch an Attempt would give me as much Trouble as to write a neiv Book ; / therefore chofe the latter, and the rather, that by this Means I Jhoidd have an Opportunity of illujlrating every Subjecl with fuch Reflections and Obfervations as would fet every Emblem in a new Light. For which Purpofe, in/lead of the Latin Motto under each Cut, I have given four Lines of Englifti Verfe, which contain a general Explanation of the Emblem. The Page facing the Cut I have divided into two Parts or Secli- ons. Thefirjl confifts of explanatory Obfervations, formed into little Odes or Hymns, mojl of which may befung in the common Tunes of Pfabnody. The fecond is the Moral, or Application of the E?n- blem to its proper Ufes, and the particular bijlruc- tion it was intended to convey, which, to give it a more pleafant Air, appears in a Poetical Drefs. ALL the Moral and Chriftian Virtues are here exhibited to the Reader hi real Characters, firft expreffed under the figurative Reprefentation of an Emblem, and then illujlrated and enforced by many ufeful Leffons and practical Obfervations. So that, at the fame Time, the Fancy is amufed, the Mifid inftruCted, and the Duties required by the Chriftian Religion, are recommended from the Force of Reafon, and the Importance of the Objects to which they are direClecl. EMBLEM of the PROEM. HEAVEN preferred to EAR f H. My Soul afpire to glorious Things ;- To Heaven ftretch thy (baring Wings i Nothing on Earth deferves Regard £ Above alone is thy Rewards Tfa P R E M. VAIN World avaunt ; I've had enough of thee j Odious thy lying Flatt'ries are to me. Oft* have I try'd, as often been deceiv'd, When I in thee a real Good believ'd. What are thy Riches, but redoubled Cares ? And what thy Honours, but deceitful Snares ? Thy greeneft Laurels fade upon the Brow, And but a-while their glitt'ring Glories fhtw. What are, thy Pleafures, but delufive Toys, Which pall his Appetite who mod enjoys ? The Senfe too long on Reafon has impos r d, And Vanities too much my Heart engrofs'd. Gay Dreams of Happinefs in Things on Earth Have drawn my Thoughts from more excelling Worth. The great Concerns of an immortal State, Have fcarceheen worthy of a Thought's Debate. A Round of Pleafures or of Bufmefs finds Conftant Employment for our anxious Minds. Death and Eternity, thofe awful Thing?, The Lot of Subjects, and the Dread of Kings, From Time to Time we foolifhly poftpone, Neglect To-day— To-morrow are undone. Rouze then, my Soul, from this lethargic State, This Inftant rouze, or it may be too late. How great thy Work land yet thy Time how fhort! Can'ft thou be carelefs, and fo near the Port ? Heav'n and eternal Glories are in View, And thefe to purified Souls are due. Beftir thyfelf, and trim thy Lamp in Hafte ; The Bridegroom comes — thou haft noTimeto waft©. Quickly, my Soul, thy earthly Cares difmifs, For Angels wait to waft thee to their Blifs. 12 HlEROGLYPHICKS, BookL *************************** EMBLEM I. Here we behold the Origin, The Birth and Parentage of Sin ; Between the Woman and the Devil Were generated Sin and Evil, Book I. Moral^Divine. i% BOOK I. E M B LEM I. EVE and the Serpent. , TH E guileful Serpent tempts our Mother Eve With fubtle Words, her Judgment to deceive. Fair is the Fruit, my Lady, why fo fhy ? See how it fmiles ! how^pleafant to the Eye ! Its Virtues too all other Fruits excel, And gives you Knowledge to a Miracle. Reafon it has beftow'd on me a Brute, Gave my Tongue Language, which before was mute. Tafte, and you foon fhall find much nobler Odds, A Goddefs you fhall be among the Gods. O no I faid Eve, I durft not touch or tafte, Death was denounc'd on fuch a dire Repaft. Truft me, and nothing fear, the Brute reply'd ; You fhall not die ; I have already try'd. She look'd again — 'twas pleafing to the View— - She pluck'd and eat, and we her Folly rue. The Mora l . Hence we may learn the Devil has no Pow'r ; He tempts, indeed, but he can do no more. If we comply, it is our proper Acl, His black Suggeftions too we can reject. When e'er he tempts us with delufive Wiles Or our weak Hearts with gilded Baits beguiles, Let us not parle for there the Danger lies, And he is fafeft who moft fwiftly flies. If we refill, he, Coward-like, will run 'Tis by our Will alone we are undone. Let but right Reafon take the Rein in Hand, And ev'ry Paffion be at her Command ; <| To this call in th'Auxiliaries of Grace, Satan may tempt, but fhall not thee difgrace. 14 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book I. *************************** EMBLEM n. Adam, behold thy Apple now, Pregnant with ev'iy human Woe ; The Monfters foon will make their Way, And all the World muft be theii Prey, Book I. Moral and Divine, i j EMBLEM H. Sin's Progeny. /]D A M, behold what Ills thy Apple held, •*-* With what a Brood of Monfters it was iill'd i What horrid Faces labour for a Birth, To plague Mankind, and overfpread the Earth [ See furious Tempefts rage along the Air, And rattling Thunder over-head you hear. The forked Lightnings ffafh from Pole to Pole, Confound theSenfes, and amaze the Soul. The heavy Clouds now burft in gufliing Rains, The Rivers fwell, and overflow the Plains. Storms vex the beaten Ocean till it roars, Its Billows rage, and dafii upon the Shears, Acrofs the Waves the (hatterM Veffel drives, And fcarce amidft furrounding Danger lives. Water, and Earth, and Air, and Fire become The Scourge of Man t© aggravate his Doom. The Moral. From the firft Sin, what Evils did proceed f How have the Children ru'd their Parents Deed ! A hideous Train of Ills which firft began In Adam, handed down from Man to Man, The curs r d Inheritance to all entail 'd r All have enjoy r d, and is by all bewaiPd. How variouffy the Poifon is diffused ! Glorious our Figure once, but how abub'd I Malice and Envy, Lufts of ev'ry Kind, Pebafe our Nature, and difgrace the Mind ; Dreadful Difeafes do the Body tare, And Life itfelf is one continued Care. The difmal Scene no Pow T r but Death can clofe| And the dark Grave is made our laft Repofev l6 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book I. ********** ****************** EMBLEM III. Whoe'er a Bee-hive does moleft, Altho' in Roguery or Jeft, Great Chance but he will feel a Stin* • The fweeteft Joys their Smart will bring. Book L Moral^Divine, IJ EMBLEM III. The End of Mirth is Heavinefsi TH E fimple Boy for Honey feeks, And thrufts his Hand among the Bees | Thoughtlefs the lufcious Comb he breaks. His wanton Appetite to pleafe. The Bees, enrag'd to lofe their Store, Arm their brown Legions for Defence ; In fwarming Numbers forth they pour, To drive the bold Invader thence. Inftant they feize the foolifti Boy, And with their Stings his Skin they pierce | Where ends his Honey-fucking Joy In lamentable Cries and Tears. The Mo r a l. How prone is Youth to fatiate ev'ry Senfe, And talte each Joy that Fancy recommends ? Love is the Field where he his Game purfues, Game, which when caught, he generally rues. Cupid in Honey dips his keeneft Dart, We tafte the Svveetnefs and bewail the Smart. We prefs the lufcious Comb our Guft to pleafe, But foon are Hung by the enraged Bees. From Scene to Scene the Youth for Pleafure roves, Seeks it in Brothels, or in lawlefs Loves. The painted Harlot with delufive Charms, Prefles the eager Lover to her Arms ; In .Raptures and extatic Joys he fwims, Nor of the dreadful Confequences dreams ; 'Till Health and Wealth, and Time, and Friends are gone, He finds Eimfel/ a Wretch, forlorn, undone,. jS Kieroolyphicks, Book I. EMBLEM IV. This World's fo vain and full of Trouble, That if it's baljanc'd with a Bubble, The light-blown Film will weigh down all The other's rich and mighty Ball. Book I. Molt At and Divine, ig EMBLEM IV. ' ¥be World lighter than a Bubble. ANOTHER World put in, my Lad, And more, if more there can be had, And fill the widen'd Scale ; Honours put in, and all the Store The Great have got within their Pow'r, Yet all will not avail. Look on the other Scale, and there You fee a Bubble blown with Air, What lighter Thing can be ? Yet it weighs down the World and all The precious Bawbles round its Ball, And turns the Beam you fee. The Moral. What mighty Comforts does this World afford To Man, who boafts himfeif its fov'reign Lord I Short are his Days and tranfient are his Joys, His Life's chief Pleafures, Vanity and Toys. When firft he breaks into the Light, he cries, Bullies a while, and looks about, and dies. Labour and Sorrow are his portioned Lot, Dies while he lives, and when he's dead forgot. Yet is his Mind with vain Ambition pufF'd, Altho' his Glory's like a Candle fnuff 'd. In vain Purfuits his precious Time he fpends, That Time which Heaven lent for wifer Ends. Riches he hoards, yet Riches never can Lengthen his Life a Hair beyond its Span. Light, airy Bubbles catch his wond'ring Eyes ; With Folly pleas'd, ev'n when he thinks he's wife ; And when his Thread of Vanity is fpun, Death cuts it fbort, and all his Work is done*. 20 HiEaocLYpHiCKs, Book L E M B LE M V. The World with various Face is feen 9 As it is chang'd by Lull or Spleen ; Thefe are the Demons fcourge it round, And all its Happinefs confound* "Book I. Moral and Divi $t%: i\ E MB'LEM V. Envy and Luft the Scourges of the World* ENVY and Luft are pictur'd here, With Scourges armed both appear j By them the World is -lafh'd and torn, And made a Wildernefs forlorn. Envy has Whips of Serpents made, And Snakes furround her horrid Head 3 Ten thoufand Evils (he infli&s, Which Wretched Man for ever vex. Luft has a Scourge, a dreadful one ! By which the World is half undone; ft leads to ev'ry other Vice, And Virtue murders in a trice. It kills the Seeds by Honour fown, * Or blafts the Buds as foon as blown $ 5 Tis a fweet Poifon that conveys Ruin and Death to ev'ry Place. The Moral. Itfheri firft the World in all its Glory fhone, 3S 5 er Sin was born, or Man was yet undone, One univerfal Paradife was feen, And Earth with Heav'n might juftly claim a-Kirt, jBuiowhen th'OrFence its baneful Influence fpread, All Nature ficken'd, and its Beauty fled ; Diforder reign'd, where comely Order dwelt, And Plagues and Sorrows by Mankind were felt ; Unruly Paffions, variable as Wind* With furious Storms difturb'd his peaceful Mind ; Envy, and Luft, and Malice rui'd the Roaft, And with his Innocence, his Virtues loft. Now Pains, and Labour, and all Kinds of 111 The clouded Circle of his Being fill. 22 ,H I £ R O G L Y P H I C K S, Book I. it*;************************* EMBLEM VI. n ^The World, tho* turned upfide down* And in whatever Light it's fhewn, You'll find its Riches but a Drofs> And evYy Pleafure has its Crofs» Book I. Moral and Divine. 23 EMBLEM VI. All is Vanity - 9 but in the Crofs Safety. TH E Chriftian mould the World difdain, And reft upon the Crofs ; That is a Cure for ev'ry Pain, And makes up ev*ry Lofs. Honours and Fame but laft a-whilej And Riches are but Drofs ; They threaten Danger when they fmile ; His Truft is in the Crofs. Be gone, ye Gewgaws of a Day, No more my Soul engrofs $ You (hall not draw my Love away, Now fixed on the Crofs. My Faith and Hope are anchor'd Aire, Which you no more (hall tofs ; . My heav'nly Treafure is fecure, Lock'd up within the Crofs. The Mo r a l. The pious Soul is often forediftrefs'd, And fpite and Malice never let him reft. Scorn and Contempt, and Poverty he feels, Frowns from the World, and all terreftial Ills. No Peace he knows, but what his Confcience gives, Nor fcarce a Pleafure from the World receives : Yet who his Happinefs can paralize ? Or what can equal his furpaffing Joys ? His Eyes are fixed on his Saviours Crofs, *Tis the Delights of that his Soul engrofs. Strengthen^! by that, he fmiles upon his Foes, Derides their Malice, Scoffs, and broiling Blows; Laughs at their Rage, and in his humble Cell, Defies the Fury both of Earth and Hell. 54 Hi EROGLVPfli c[k s, Book L E MBLEM VJI. Sinner, behold thy Danger here ! How can'ft thou fleep, and Hell fo near? At thee grim Death has took his Aim- Will nothing break thy pleafmg Dream ? Bookl. Moral and Divine. 25 EMBLEM VH. DangeHn Security ■ AH wretched Chriftian ! canft thou doze Over the gaping Mouth of Hell ? How can thine Eyes together clofe, Which Death eternal may unfeal ? Hear thy good Angel kindly warn Thee of the dreadful Danger near, Remind thee of thy vaft Concern, That moil of all deferves thy Care. Death on his Bow has nVd his Dart, And aims directly at thy Head ; Thislnftant from thy Slumber ftart E're thy grand Foe fhall ftrike thee dead. Art thou ftill carelefs of thy Fate. ? Will not thy Danger make thee wife ? Think what will be thy woful State, In Hell when thou (halt ope thine Eyes. The Moral Who on a dreadful Precipice would fleep, When by a Roll he tumbles down the Steep ? Who on a Dragon's Den could reft fecure, Nor dread the Fiercenefs of the Monfter's PowV ? And yet behold how Millions of Mankind, As ftupid, and as miferably blind, Laugh, fing, and dance around the horrid Pit, With Wrath Divine and Plagues etern replete; Thoufands they fee each Moment falling in, Yet unconcerned view the direful Scene ; Carelefs and indolent, no Danger dread, Tho' Death and Hell's in ev^ry Step they tread ; Till the grim King of Terrors teals their Doom, And Hell is made their everlalling Home. 26 H i e r o gx y p h i e k s. Book I. EMBLEM VIII. Weak, giddy, hairbrain'd Fools may laugh, And Draughts of Pleafure madly quaff; More Reafon they will have to mourn, When once the Tables on them turn. BookL MoRAt ^Divine, 27 EMBLEM VIIL The Folly of Laughter HAT' various Scenes arbiincT me rife, w When I this wanton World furvey ? New Objects flart before my Eyes, Faihionsand Whims and Vanities, Still pafs fucceffively away. One frifks and fmgs with merry Brow, No Cares diflurb his (hallow Brain ; Now call your Eyes but juft below, Figures you fee of weeping Woe* With all their melancholy Train. Another laughs and jumps about ; Yet mould you alk the Reafon why ? All he will fay Don't put me out, • You fee I am a merry Trout, * I'm not at Leifure now to cry.' The Moral. What a mad World is this ?~Look round, behold What odd, fantaftick Scenes themfelves unfold. Here Wealth by fome is eagerly purfu'd, As if it was the only, everlafling Good. Ambition there mows down ten thoufand Lives, And wondrcufly by Blood and Slaughter thrives. Some vaunt their Pedigree and noble Birth, And yet no greater Scoundrels are on Earth. Some laugh to fee how others play the Fool, Yet their own Names may read upon the Roll. Here Mirth and Joy in ev'ry Shape abound, And Noife and Riot merrily go round : Yet Death, they know, each Step they take, awaits, And may this Night ileal thro' their barred Gates ; When, if he finds them unprepared, they know Their certain Doom is never ending Woe. B 2 7.2 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book I. *************************** EMBLEM IX. The World is always turning round, No liable Footing on it's found jj Time, with his Scythe and Hour-glafe, Shews us howfwiftly all Things pafs. Book I. Morai and Divine* 39 E M B L E M IX. The World daily changing. IF Time but give the World a Spurn, Round with the World we Wretches turn ; We have no liable Footing here, Our Fortune varies like the Year The Mifer's tumbled to the Ground, And all his Money's fcatter'd round ; Ev'n Cupid with his Quiver muft Be rolled in the common Dull. The World is daily changing Face, And Men are mown away like Grafs $ But he that will not fuffer Lofs, Mull fix his Hold upon the Crofs. The Moral. How fondly we the World's Delights embrace 1 How happy, if we are in Fortune's Grace ! Her SmUes our chief Felicity we judge, And in her Favours all our Blifs we lodge. Fools that we are, when ev'ry Moment (hews How oft her Favorites all her Favours lofe. Short-liv'd and broken are the Joys we know, And all the Comforts we're indulg'd below; If in this chequer'd Scene Delight we feel, Trouble and Grief are always at its Heel • ^ Succeffive Days fucceffive Cares return, For Man to Troubles fatally is born. This World's a wafte, uncultivated Field, And never can one folid Comfort yield. In Heav'n alone our Happinefs we fix, Where, with our Joys, no Cares (hall ever mix, B 3 3<* HlEROGLVPHICKS, Book L EM B LE M X. Riches and Lufts at Bowling play, Satan, their Friend, directs the Way j Fortune holds up the Fool-cap Stake, And bids the Winner bravely take. Book I. MflftAL^iDlVINE, 31 EMBLEM X. Fortune's Prize. TW O eager Bowlers here are feen, v Cupid and Mammon on the Green, And Satan (hews the Ground ; To Fortune they direct their Eye», Who holds aloft the glorious Prize, That (hall the Vi&or crown. The Prize a FoolVcap is, the Toy For which their Time they thus employ, And ply with Might and Main ; Such, Fortune, are thy Gifts to Men, And fuch as this thy gaming Scene, The Prize and Labour vain. The Mora l. Pleafure and Profit fet before our Eye's, We here behold, contending for a Prize. Satan, officioufly the Courfe directs, And wond'rous Friendftup lovingly affe&s. Fortune prefides, and gives the gay Reward To both, as equal both their Gafts appeared ; Each with a Fool's-cap properly is crown'd, The jufteft Recompence for Folly found. When we have cours'd the Chace of Pleafure thro', What do we more than ranging Folly know ? When a vaft Heap of Wealth we have amafs'd, By Death we're feiz'd, and in his Prifon'caft. The Spendthrift Heir foon fquanders all away With jilting Harlots, or deftruclive Play. Is not this Folly ? Is it not a Jeft ? Who with fuch Gifts can truly fay he's blefs'd ? a 4 31 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book I. EMBLEM XI. ) **X±Mr &iiilfi2 ^ % jMW j&L^fgf l3k if S mSjl Ks .__J1|h mim^m JfttibM !^S agrlSSl/m 1 1 RlTO^ilDP^Wlllms ^^^W wSSS jL, 9 m=lplf=§i§Ii§ ! Luxurious Feeding is not good, And Health is hurt for want of Food j O'er Nature hold an even Rein, And well obferve the Gold Mean. Book I. Moral and Divine. 33 EMBLEM XI. True Happinefs in the Mean only. HE R E in Extremes two Fools you fee, Each lugging of a Breaft ; The milky Stream comes fail and free, Yet neither of 'em's blefs'd. One fwigs and gorges 'till he's full, Yet fwigs and gorges on, Nor will his Appetite controul While but a Drop will run. The t'other Fool is lank and lean, And does but barely, live ; From lufcious Food himfelf he'll wean, So milks into a Sieve. The Horn of Plenty, plac'd above, All bounteous Nature Ihevvs ; Her Bleflings we mould take in Love, But not her Gifts abufe. The Moral. Folly, we fee in two Extremes confifts, And Wifdom in the Golden Mean exifts. Pleafure, with an unbounded Rage purfu'd, Makes not for Health, nor for our Morals good. Nor from all Pleafures mould we be debarr'd, That on the Faculties wou'd prefs too hard. Of Humours grofs the Glutton's Body's full, Heavy, una&ive, is his ftupid Soul. Nor too abilemious in your Living be, The Body fhould be nourifh'd properly. "With chearful Mind enjoy the prefent Good, For that's the End for which it is beftow'd. Be this thy conftant Rule Avoid Excef?, Thus Health and Peace Ihall ilili thy Dwelling blefs- 34 Hi erogiyp hicks. Book!. EMBLEM Xn. For Earth, how ardent is our Love ! Tew'rds Heav'n how fluggifhly we move ! A Rein would check our furious Race j A Spur would help us mend our Pace. Book!. Mo r a l and Di vine. 35 EMBLEM XIL The Two Worlds. TH E heav'nly World is plac'd on high, Which all would willingly enjoy : How do we wilh we could poflefs Its Pleafures and its Happinefs r But tho 1 it is theblefs'd Abode, Slowly we move along the Road ; A Snail, or the dull heavy Afs Oucftrip us in their quicker Pace. The World below, which we muft leave, From which no Good we can receive, With eager Speed we follow cjofe, Fearful we mould one Pleafure lofe. Lord, when my Afs mall move too flow, Lend me a Spur to make her go; And if my Stag mould run too fall, Give me a Curb to Hop his Halte. The Moral. Two different Worlds are offend to our Choice, And one, or t'other, (till our Mind employs. But tho' immortal Joys are plac'd Above, And mould engage our Vigilance and Love ; Slow and unactive is our warmeft Zeal, Lifelefs and languid are the Hopes we feel ; But when to Earth's vain Pomps we turn our Eyes, Its tinfel Gewgaws and delufive Joys, How eagerly we grafp the glitt'ring Cheat, Embrace a' Cloud, and hug the fair Deceit? How blind is Reafon when our Paflions rule ? How itrongly Senfe prevails againlt the Soul ? 36 Hieroglvphicks, Book I. EMBLEM Xffl. When God withdraws his chearing Light, The Soul is funk in difmal Night; But his Return the Cloud difpels, Comfort, and Love, and Grace reveals. Bookl. Moral^Divine. 37 EMBLEM XIII. The Mourning Chriftian. WHEN Doubts and Fears poflefs the Soul, And darkling Clouds around it roll, And God withdraws his Light j How melancholy is her State ! What Horrors do her Fears create ! How difmal is her' Night ! Retired from the World (he mourns ; Her (lender Taper weakly burns ; All other Light is gone : Patience a-while, and thou (halt find Comfort to thy afflicted Mind ; J The Day will break anon. The Moral. Dark is the Soul, and difmal is her Night, When God withdraws his comfortable Light, How oft to Heaven (he lifts her mournful Eyes ? How is (he poured forth in broken Sighs ! Broke is her Peace, and Confcience is perplexed. And by tormenting Doubts the Mind is vex'd. Fear of his Wrath for unrepented Sins, Or the dire Dread of fome renewed Offence, The fweet, calm Region of her Virtue fills With wrecking Tempefts of foreboding Ills. But when again her Lord unveils his Face, And beams on her his all-enliv'ning Rays, The Clouds are vanihYd, and the Sun appears, Joy is retui n'd, and banifh'd are her Fears ; Light, Love, and Peace again refume their Place, Reviv'd by his invigorating Grace, 38 Hieroglyphics s, Book L *************************** EMBLEM XIV. Hell's Tyrant rages Night and Day, And poor Mankind are made his Prey ; The Righteous, who his Reign oppofe, He treats as his invet'rate Foes. Book I. Moral and Divine. 39 EMBLEM XIV. Satan in a Rage. HERE Hell's fierce Monarch you behold Advanced on his fiery Throne ; His Tyrant Power uncontrolPd ; His Pride and Rage fubrait to none. fraud* with her double Face, he bids Stern Jufike from the World to fray, Whoferigid Laws and righteous Deeds, His Subjects fhall no more obey. faith he an Enemy declares, Always rebellious to his Will, Who from his high Tribunal dares To an Almighty God- appeal. On Senfe he lays his high Commands, To clip her Wings, and blind her Eyes 5 Yet (he holds faft, with both her Hands, The Crofs that bears her to the Skies. . The Moral. Satan behold on his infernal Throne, Hell's haughty Monarch e'er the World begun. On Earth he rules with a defpotic Sway, And him the Wicked flavimly obey. Deceiv'd by him, our Parents knew Offence, Afid all our Evils we derive from thence. Lies, Thefts, and Murders, all from him proceed, He tempts the Sinner to the blackeft Deed. Such who his Schemes by Grace divine oppofe, He fingles out, and makes Mankind their Foes. But know, foul Fiend, tho 1 now thou may'ft fucceed, Eternal Wrath ihall crufh thy execrable Head. 40 HlEROCLYPHICKS, Book IL BOOK II. Emblem I. Feeble and dim is Nature's Light, The Fire by blowing is more bright : The Light of Grace will plainly fhew, **~w little of ourfelves we know. Book II. MoRAL^DlVlNE, 41 BOOK II. Emblem L The Light of Grace preferable to the Light of Nature, TH Y Candle, foolifh Cupid, trim, And make it yield a clearer Beam, 'Till it is burnt away ; The Sun willftill unrival'd mine, And ftifle all fuch Lights as thine, By his Meridian Ray. That FooPs Attempt is much the fame, Who would blow out the heavenly Flame, That lights the World below ; For if his End he could obtain, The World in Darknefs would remain ; So would his Foolmip too. The Mora l. How apt is Man his Merits to proclaim ? To boail his Worth, and propagate his Fame ? Reafon peculiar to himfelf he claims, And Beafls inftin&ed with Difdain he names. All-bounteous Nature furnifh'd him with Light, And all his Faculties are clear and bright ; No other Torch he needs to light his Way To Regions blefs'd with everlafting Day. Poor, vain, conceited Wretch ! one Word attend, Thy Folly hear, thy Vanity amend. By Paifions govern'd, by thy Lufts fpurr'd on, Thou art die vileft Slave beneath the Sun. The Beafts the L*w of Nature have obey'd, But thou that Law no Rule for thee haft made. Helplefs and blind thou art, and weak thy Pow'r, A& Strength of Go i>, and Grace divine implore, 42 HlEJtOGL YPHKK8, Book II. WW*******************:**** EMBLEM Tk How eagerly the World we grafp ! Its Riches how we fondly clafp ! But could we get all we can crave, Death lays us naked in the Grave. Book II. Moral and Divine. 43 EMBLEM II. Avarice never fatisfied. TH E Mifer here behold, With his all-grafping Arms ; He labours Night and Day for Gold, For that alone has Charms. Still he adds Land to Land, And new Eftates he buys ; Nothing can fill his griping Hand, 'Till All is made his Prize. Could he the World poflefs, And hug it as his own, How eagerly he would embrace The huge unwieldy Boon ! The Moral. What is this World we hug and fo admire f What are its Dainties, that we fo defire ? What are its Beauties, that fo lovely mine ? What is its Wealth, for which we figh and pine ? What are its Joys, that fo bewitch the Soul, Poflefs each Senfe, and act without Controul ? Empty and Vain is all its choiceft Store, Gay, idle Dreams, that fhine and are no more j. Unfatisfying, when they're moft enjoy'd, And when repeated, we are often cloy'd ; Yet, fo 'uncertain, and fo fwifily flown, We icafrce can call thefe pretty Toys our own. Yet mould we keep them to our lateft Breath, They will, all vanifti at th* Approach of Death, In Heav'n alone thy Riches arc fecure, And thefe alone eternally endure; 44 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book II. EMBLEM IIL Often the World our Hopes beguiles j It's full of Stratagems and Wiles ; The Knave is always on the Watch, And fpreads his Trammels Fools to catch. Jfook II. M -oral and Divine, 45 EMBLEM HI. Cupid's Net.fpread to catch Fools. HO W eafily the Fool is c aught In fly perfidious Cuptd*s Nets ? But, when by fad Experience taught, Too late he fees his wretched Lot, In vain he flounces, fumes and frets. Daily we fee fuch Fools as thefe, In Love's foft Trammels faft inclos'd ; A-while the Joys they feel may pleafe, Yet little will they be at Eafe, When ftronger Shackles are impos'd. The Moral. Fools without Fore-fight, and devoid of Thought, In the Knave's Trap with gilded Baits are caught. He that is cunning, now is deemed wife ; And he is ftiarp who fufFers no Surprize. Friendmip's a Mafic, which Treachery puts on, And he who moft confides, is moft undone. Look thro' the World with penetrating Eyes, And you will fee, in every Shape, Difguife. Religion too, transformed a thoufand Ways, Appears as various as the human Face. Virtue, is mimick'd by defigning Vice, To catch th' Unwary, and enfnare the Wife. The Fair are ftudious to difplay their Art, To fix foft Paflions in the fimple Heart. For this the gay Coquette affects her Airs ; For. this the rigid Prude demure appears. Falfe painted Charms a dingy Skin conceal, To lure fome foolifh Lover to their Will, Mankind is fo difguifed with Grimace, Integrity can hardly fhew its Face. 46 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book Hi EMBLEM IV. What is the World ? An empty Vapour. Its Pleafures what ? A fmoaking Taper. Its Riches too are but a Smoak, By w'ry Wind difpers'd and broke. • Book II. Moral and Divine. 47 EMBLEM IV. Worldly Enjoyments, Wind and Smoke. TH E pretty Emblem here you fee, : Shews that the World is Vanity > A Puff of Wind, a Bubble broke, And vaniftung in Air and Smoke. Slaves to the World, and chained down, Yet with its Glories we are blown ; Tho' its moll valuable Stuff Is but a Smoke, or (linking Snuff. We vapour of our Liberty, Yet who fuch Prifoners as we-? The caged Parrot laughs and prates, Yet cannot ftir beyond his Grates. The Moral. poor, vaunting Mortal, of thy State (0 proud, Whofe Wealth and Honours Fame proclaims aloud ; Will thefe the Anguifh of thy Heart appeafe, When Pain and Sicknefs on thy Bodyfeize? Will thefe the inward gnawing Worm deftroy, Thy Confcience lighten, or recal thy Joy I Will thefe ward off the threaten^ Stroke of Death? Or ev'n one Moment lengthen out thy Breath ? Riches take Wing, and fly in hafte away, And Fortune changes each fucceedwg Day. Honour's a frothy Bubble fill'd with Air, It burfts, and all its Beauties difappear. Blown by the People's Breath, it mines a-while, And the fame Breath will its gay Glories foil. Riches may tempt, and Honours may delude* J5ut Virtue only is the lafting Good. 48 Hieroglyphicks, Book II. EMBLEM V. Gold is the Idol we adore ; Who that has That can e'er be poor ? Yes, he is poor, and wretched too, Who will for This his Heav'n forego. Jookll. Moral and Divine, 49 EMBLEM V. The Deceitfulnefs of Riches. fUP ID, thy Table's fpread with Coin; *•* And temptingly the Pieces fhine ; Thy World is ftuck with Jewels too. To add more Glories to thy Shew. Thy Gold is counterfeit and bafe, Altho' it bears great C And its gay, tinfel, gaudy Shews, Our Minds are feldom lifted higher,, Nor to eternal Joys afpire. BookIL Moral WDivine. 55 EMBLEM Vffl. The Joys of Earth and Heaven. CHildren are pleas'd with Bells and Toys, In fuch their very Hearts rejoice, With Trifles they are blefs'd ; Thus they who have no farther Ends, But juft to gratify their Senfe, On Vanity fubfift. Not fo the Man whofe Views extHid To folid Joys that have no End, Referv'd in Heav'n above ; Earth and its Bawbles he neglefts, And its choice Niceties rejects, . Divine is all his Love. The Moral. With empty Noife and tinkling Sounds beguiPd, Rattles and Bells may pleafe the froward Child. Such Mufick fuits its yet untutor'd Ears, And rough or fmooth, all Harmony appears. But when advanc'd in Years, and taught to know Notes from the hollow Pipe or ftringed Bow, The Bells and Rattles he to Infants leaves, And Pleafures truly rational receives. Thus when a Man has tailed Things divine, For Earthly Riches he'll no longer pine ; His Soul is wrapt in Extafies of Love, And joins in Chorus with the Saints above ; To theirs he fervently unites his Voice, The fame his Ardour, and the fame his Joys. Looks of Contempt on this vain World he cafts, And, tho* on Earth, of Heaven largely uftes, C4 56 Hieroglyphicks, Book H, EMBLEM IX. Lull is a Paflion, fetid, foul, And moft contaminates the Soul ; Severed Plagues will it attend, And infamous is Hill its End, Bookll. Moral and Divine. 57 EMBLEM IX. Love and Luji. WH O has transformed the God of Love, And chang'd him to an Owl ? What Pow'r on Earth, or Heaven above. Could make his Shape fo foul ? It was the Owl-ey'd Monfter Lull, Whofe Actions hate the Light ; Whofe Eyes in Gloom and Darknefs truft, And feek the Shades of Night. But there's an awful Day to come, That mail thofe Deeds reveal, And Luft mall have its final Doom. Jn ever-burning Hell. The Moral. When God with Judgments punifhes a Land, What Pow'r on Earth his Vengeance can withftand ? War, Peftilence and Famine are his Rods, The dreadful Scourges, and the galling Goads, With which he vindicates his broken Laws, And rights his Honour's violated Caufe. Who is fo flout that can his Judgments brave ? fl Or who from Wrath Divine the Sinner fave ? Where are the lofty Pillars of his Pride, On which fo long his Infolence rely'd ? His Riches, Honours, Pleafures are no more, Diyefted of his Tyranny of Pow'r, He finds himfelf, to his eternal Colt, Sunk in Perdition, and for ever loft. His Lufts, to, which he never gave Control!, With furious Rage lhall blaft his wrecched Soul. 53 Hieroglyph! crs, Booklt EMBLEM X. What has this World been ever found, But a mere Emptinefs and Sound ? Can folid Happinefs be there, Where nothing is but Noife and Air ? Sook-IL Moral and Divine, 59 EMBLEM X. The World mere Sound and Empinefs, CLOSE, and yet clofer, Lad, Thy lift'ning Ear apply ; Try of what Metal it is made, Again thy Knuckles ply. 'Tis a mere Emptinefs, For all within is Air ; \ Nothing but Sound it will exprefs, And nought but Noife you hear. Such are the World's Delights, Its Honours, Wealth and Pow'r, Mere Wind and Vapour, airy Flights, That crack, and nothing more. The Moral. The World's a Bubble, form'd of lather'd Soap, It mines a-while, and ends a muddy Drop. It's like a Drum, that makes a mighty Sound, Yet in its Belly, nought but Wind is found. It's like a Foot-ball, kick'd and tofs'd about, All Wind within, and leathered without. It's like a Cafk, when all the Liquor's drawn ; It's like a Bone, when Meat and Marrow's gone. No real Comfort can this Earth afford To Man, its boafting delegated Lord. Grandeur and Riches, and the Gaud of Pride, Wither and wafte, and never long abide. The Moth and Ruft, and Canker wiil deftroy The fplendid Beauties of each earthly Toy. True, folid Riches Heav'n alone contains, And Treafures only worth the Christian's Pains, $0 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book EMBLEM XI. * U& Ye Winds from ev'ry Quarter blow, And into noify Blufter grow, You cannot caufe me any Lofs— - My Feet are fixed on the Crofs> Book II. Moral and Divine. 6t EMBLEM XL Safety in the Crofs alone. LE T boifTrous Winds blow high and roar, Tofs me at Sea, or on the Shore, firmly I Hand upon the Crofs, Where Winds nor Waves lhall give me Lofs. When I am fickle Fortune's Sport, The Crofs alone is my Support ; On that I lean in deep Diftrefs, In that all Riches I poffefs. • When Malice vents her venom'd Spleen, A perfect Calm I find within ; Let Men and Devils be my Foes, The Crofs is (till my fafe Repofe. The Moral. The World may fpite, and Tyrants vent their Rage, And Earth and Hell againft the Jufl engage. Vain is their Malice, venomlefs their Spite, They fnarl and gnafh, but have no Teeth to bite. The Chriftian, in the Crofs of Christ fecure, Patient, their Scorn and Buffets will endure ; Shelter'd by that, their Fury he defies, His Shield in Danger, Safety from Surprize. That is his Comfort, when he's fore opprefs'd, Eafe in his Troubles, and from Pain his Reft. Death (hakes his Dart, but he is not afraid, For by the Crofs he knows his Peace is made. The laft Great Day of Judgment will commence, And then his Triumph in Che Crofs begins. 62 Hl£ROGLY*»HICKS. Book U. EMBLEM XII. r He who once ftruck with true"Remorfe > Refolves he will from Sin divorce 5 If to his Sin again he turns, His own Damnation dearly earns. Book H. MoRAL^DlVINE. 63 EMBLEM XH. Satan turrfd Dottor: or the falfi Penitent. COnfcience is wotmded wich a Bart, That makes the guilty Sinner groan j The Anguifh wrankles in his Heart— Ah me f he cries, I am undone. Hell-gates are open to receive My friendlefs, trembling, naked Soul 3 Muft I in Torments ever live ? No more in fenfual Pleafures roll ? Hum I huiri ! cries Satan, peace, my Child j Why on thy own Deftru&ion bent ? Many good Years Hiall on thee fmile--- When Death approaches — then repent. The Mora l. Confcience at laft to her Tribunal's come, Judges the guilty Wretch, and figns his Doom ; Nay, felf-condemn'd he itands before her Seat, And if he Guilty pleads, who can acquit ? With Sorrow pierc'd, he fees his difmal Cafe, Grieves for his Sins, and Pardon begs and Grace* With many Sighs, and Tears, and by Degrees, His Wound is healed, and reftor'd his Peace. If after this, his former Courfe he takes, Renews his Sins, and ev'ry Promife breaks, What Grace or Favour can he then expect ? His Cries and Prayers will not God reject? O Sinner ! tremble at the awful Thought, Nor be, too late, by thy own Ruin taught ! 64 HlEROGLYPHICKS. Book II. *************************** EMBLEM Xm. Frail is our Nature, Reafon blind, And Clouds of Error veil the Mind ; Yet if the Righteous trip, he /hall Still rife more vig'rous from his Fall. ■look IL MoRAL^DiviUE. 65 EMBLEM XIII. The Righteous jhnd fajier by falling. + |'^ H E righteous Mm may chance to flip-« X Let Satan make his Boaft—- He only made a heedlefs Trip, Not therefore is he lofti If foiPd, and funk upon his Knee, He'll quickly rife again, And with frefh Vigour, you fliall fee, He'll flruggle might and main. And Grace divine will him affifr, To triumph o'er his Foes j With added Strength he fhatt be blefs'd. With Laurels crown'd his Brows. The Mora l. Frail is our Nature, and Temptations ftrong, A thoufand Weakneffes to it belong. Our Pafliona, turbulent, would run a-bead* And Lull?, grown powerful, would take the Lead, Dur craving Senfes mull be gratify 'd, And Nature calls aloud to be enjoy 'd. What wonder then the pious Soul is led fa Paths forbidden carelefsly to tread ? Vet, tho* he errs, unwillingly he errs, And Hill his Go» religioufly reveres. His Falls but teach him firmly how to (land, And how his Paffions better to command. His Vigilance is wak?d by ev'ry Lapft, And future Dangers warily efcapes. 66 Hieroc : y pbicks, Book n E M B L E U XIV. The Heart replenifhed with Grace* Is comforted with heav'nly Rays ; Excludes the World and all its Tojs $ Still open to diviner Joy&. BeokIL Moral^Divini, 67 EMBLEM XIV. The Htart renewed. TH E Heart, when once by Graee renew'd. And all its lawlefs Lulls fubdu'd, Shuts out the World on ev'ry Side, Its Follies, Vanities, and Pride. No latent Sin (hall fkulk unfeen, For all is Parity within. It fighs indeed— but not for Gold-* It views with Scorn the richeft Mould j Infpired by a heav'nly Ray, It will on Earth no longer flay. This World is quickly out of Sight, And all its Glories vanifh'd quite. In Raptures it's employ'd above, Is fill'd with Wonder, Joy, and Love.i And when it feels itfelf involved In Flefh, it longs to be diffolv'd. The Moral The Secrets of the Heart, to God alone, And all our Thoughts, howe'er referv'd, are known* In vain the Hypocrite, with pious Fraud, Prefumptuous ! would impofe upon his God » His all-furveying Eye can pierce the Veil, And far difcern his counterfeited Zeal ; Marks his deep-heaving Pharifaic Sighs, His mimic Saintfhip and uplifted Eyes. He well obierves the fecret Mourner too, His downcaft Looks, and undifguifed Woe. He fees his deep Diftrefs with kind Regard, And will his Suff 'rings openly reward ; With Joys unfpeakable his Heart he fills. And to his Soul, his Love imraenfe reveals. 68 Hieroclyphicks, Book ID Emblem of the PROEM. He that with Heaven is in Love, Whofe Heart is fet on Things above, Will never reft till he's aflhr'd, That his Salvation is fecur'd. W>k IIL Moral and Divine. 69 72* PROEM. Sincere Piety. f |"^ H E pious Chriftian here behold JL His naked Breaft to God unfold ; Humbly and lowly on his Knees, He prays to him who hears and fees ; Who fees and hears the Tears and Sighs That from true Penitence arife ; Who marks them with a kind Regard, And will their Piety reward. If he conceals a-while his Face, It is to prove the Truth of Grace. Dear Soul, do thou in Earneft be, Long he*ll not hide his Smiles from thee. Dart up thy Soul in fervent Pray'r, He'll lend thee an attentive Ear ; Thy Wants he furely will fupply, TW feemingly He may deny. Dart up thy Soul in ardent Vows ; On thofe his Favours He bellows, Who without Ceafing importune, And will not go without a Boon. The Bofom Shafts of thy Defire Shoot upwards, tipt with holy Fire ; Feather'd with Faith, and edg'd with Love, They'll pierce his Ear, his Pity move.- Ceafe then thy Doubts ; no more defpond ; Thou hall thy Saviour's fealed Bond, That he will give to thofe that afe ; Can he impofe an eafier Talk ? 70 H I E R G L Y P H I C K S, Book H BOOK III. Emblem I. The pious Soul with Sin opprefsM, And utter Darknefc fore diftrels'd, Stiives to grope out her gloomy Way, And will at length difcover Day. ook IH. M o R a L and P i v i n r. 72 BOOK III. Emblem I. 7#e? anxious Chriftian relieved. [TTHEN Doubts and Fears the Soul becloud, \y And Errors veil her Light, tbfent fee thinks is ev'ry Good, And all a dilmal Night, ibout her Prifon thus fee gropes, In Darknefs long confin'd ; r et ftill fee lives, and feeds on Hopes Some Good for her's defign'd. It length a Ray darts through the Gloom, And meets her longing Eye; ler Hopes revive ; her Saviour's come ; .For now fee fees Him nigh. The Moral. low dark's the Soul when Go d withdraws his Light knd hides his Favour from our longing Sight ? rhe more we have enjoy 'd our Father's Love, rhe more we mourn for his unkind Remove. We dread his Anger when we fee his Frown, And fear he'll leave his gracious Work undone ; With fervent Prayer we his Return entreat, And beg our promis'd Hopes he'll not defeat ; Let us perfift, nor leave the Throne of Grace ; WreiUe ; be urgent, till he feews his Face. He will be courted e'er He Favours grants ; And tho' He knows, yet we muft tell our Wants. *Tis with the Humble he delights to dwell, And fuch he vifits in their lowly Cell. Whoever alks fmcerely, (hall receive ; There's nojhing we can afe, but he can give. KlEROGLYPHICKS, Book ID EMBLEM H. What Fools are we, what trifling Toys Our Thoughts employ, our Hearts rejoice ? And yet can unaffected fee A Saviour bleed for thee and me ! 5ook Ilk Moral and Divine. 73 EMBLEM n. Thefoolijh Worldling. EXa&Iy view this pi&ur'd Scene, And fee what Ideots are Men, Their chief Delights behold ; Honours, and all the Pomp of Life, For which the World is ftill at Strife, Your Eye will here unfold. Scarce can they turn their Eyes to Him, Who bled and dy'd to refcue them From everlafting Woe ; Their Great Concern meets no Regard ; No Thoughts for Heaven can be fpar'd, Intent on Things below. The Moral. Behold the Traffick of the worldly Fool, For what he barters his immortal Soul ! Mere Vanities ! the Bawbles of a Day \ vVe fcarce potfefs them e're they fly away. Riches, that Idol now fo much ador'd, What Comfort can they at thy Death afford ? Honours, at which Ambition bends her Flight, Vluft fet at length in everlafting Night, ifet thefe how eagerly the Fool purfues, ^s if defignM for his eternal Ufe ! For thefe, neglects the glorious Things above, ^ Sis Peace of Confcience, and the Father's Love i Dbjedls of infinitely more Efteem, Of greater Value and Concern to him, Than all the Riches in this Globe contained, Tho* all his own, and honeftly were gain'd. D 74 HiEROCLYPHlCKS, Book ID EMBLEM III* teia mitiM-i; The Soul with Sin that's faint and fick, And Confcience fmarting to the Quick, No Hand can heal, 'till Christ appears, Who gives her Eafe, and dries her Tears. 0ook III. MokAt and D 1 1 1 N E. 75 EMBLEM m. The Sin-Jick Soul* TH E Soul is fick of Sin, Nor Reft, nor Eafe can find} Horrors and gloomy Fears within, Diftraft the clouded Mind. She feeks Relief in vain From what this World can yield ; The Joys it gives increale her Pain ; Not thus her Grief is heal*d. If Jesus once applies His kind relieving Hand, His Touch alone will make her rife ; Health comes at his Command. The Moral. The Confcience, burden'd with the Weight of Sini Is all Confufion, Gloom, and Dread within ; No Comfort can the wretched Sinner know, For all he thinks, and all he feels is Woe. He fees, or thinks he fees, an angry God Shake o'er his Head his dire tremendous Rod. Hell with its Horrors are before his Eyes, And Demons feem his trembling Soul to feize. But upward look— — A Profpett new and ftrange Will ftrike thine Eyes with an amazing Change. Thy dear Redeemer on thy Couch attends ; The beft Phyfician, and the befl of Friends ; Declares thy Pardon, feal'd in Heav'n above, And mews thee all the Tokens of his Love. Mourn then no more ; but thankfully receive Thoie glorious Things which heYprepafd to give* D 2 j$ Hieroglyphic*; s, Book m, EMBLEM IV. Ah ! fufPring Chriftian, don't complain Of Work, of Scourges, and of Pain j All thefe thy Sins have well deferv'd, When from God's holy Laws you fwerv'd, Beoklll. Moral and Divine. 77 EMBLEM IV. jifyn'st allotted Portion. TH I S Emblematic Figure (hews The wretched Lot of Man ; Nothing but Work and Scourge he knows Throughout his fcanty Span : Scarce one Sort Hour of Reft he finds ; Still in the painful Mill he grinds. But patiently be this endur'd, We have deferv'd it well ; The Mill and Scourge we then procured, When Man from Goodnefs fell ; Of Heav'n aflur'd, it matters not, If wretched be our prefent Lot. The Moral. • Sin brought in Sorrow, and a World of Woe, [lis without Number we muft undergo. By Sicknefs, Pain, and Poverty diftrefs*cl, By Devils tempted, and by Men opprefs'd i By civil Difcord, or domeftic Jars j By Plagues, or Famine, or by bloody Wars. Life is a Burden, hardly borne, become, Yet *tis confefs'd, is ourdeferved Doom. Thofe righteous Laws, our Maker gave, we broke, Renounc'd Obedience, and (hook off his Yoke. His Goodnefs we ungracioufly defpis'd, Nor his invaluable Mercies pnVd ; Ungrateful and perfidious we have been, Deaf to his Calls, and obftinate in Sin. Can we expeft no Puniftiment for thefe ? Will Juftice always let us be at Eafe r No! 'tis by Juftice God fupports his Throne; This, .Men and Devils mall for ever own. D 3 7& HlEROGLYPHlCKS, Book III, EMBLEM V. ES From -Earth deriv'd, to Earth return ; Earth in our Birth, and in our Urn ; Let no Man boafr his noble Birth, Since all omit own their Mother Earth. Book III. M o r.a-l and Divine. Q% EMBLEM V. Man's Original equal with -Beafts. HI S Being, Man deriv'd from Earth, . No higher is his boafted Birth, Firft raifed from a Clod ; Faftiion'd and wrought by Hands Divine, A Figure beautiful and fine, He bravely walk'd Abroad. From Earth arofe both Bird and Beaft, The hugeft and the very leaft, The Plant, and Flow'r and Grain i We were all Brethren at the firft. And all by 4dams Sin were curs'd, All muft to Earth again. The Moral. 1 Man, here behold thy.humble Origin, E're yet thy Glory was defac'd by Sin. Firft thou was't rais'd from Earth's cold. clayey Bed, From thence thou lifted'!* up thy manly Head j Form'd by thy Maker from an earthly Clod, I Who op'd thy Eyes and bid thee look Abroad ; He gave thee Ser.fe and Reafon, Life and Soul, And the whole World fubmitted to thy Rule ! Happy as Angels was thy Being firft, 'Till, Devil-like, by thy Ambition curs'd. Our Maker's Image thro' thy Mean, was loft 5 And what can now poor wretched Mortals boaft f From Sin to Sin by ev'ry Paffion whirl'd, We're made the Jeft and Proverb of the world. Then pride thyfclf no more* O Man of Earth 1 Of thy great Lineage, or ennobled Birth ; When Death mail feize thee, as it quickly muft, A Clay-cold Ccrpfe thou art, foon turn'd to Duft. £> 4 $0 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book III EMBLEM VI. In vain we would with God contend j A dreadful Foe— the kindeft Friend. Humbly receive what he inflia s> It is a Father s Hand corrects. Book III. M or a L and Divine. Bt EMBLEM VI. Humility Man's Duty. PRefumptuous Man ! durft thou provoke Th' Almighty God's avenging Stroke ? Shall a poor Worm, that crawls and dies, Againft his Great Creator rife r Lower, vain Man, thy haughty Creftj Humility becomes thee bell ; Rebellious Weapons throw away ; Fall on thy Knees and Pardon pray. No longer in thy Strength confide ; Who can his dreadful Wrath abide ? Fall at his Feet, his Mercy crave, Nor more Almighty Vengeance brave. The Moral. See here, and weep degenerate Nature tracM From the firft Sin, by which it was debas'd. Prone to Rebellion,* into Life we come, And this we practice till we reach the Tomb; In Sin advancing, as our Age proceeds, Still heaping Coals on our rebellious Heads. O wretched Man ! how durft thou thus prefume Affront the Judge who muft aflign thy Doom ? Should dreadful Vengeance bur on his Brow, What could'ft thou do to ward the threatened Blow l With the Almighty can thy Strength contend ? Or from his Wrath, thy Arm tby Mead defend f O no! 'tis vain ; ftoop Pride ; his Power own, And make thy Peace, before thou art iindoite, ' 2z Hieroglyphics s, Book Iff, EMBLEM VIL When God is pleas'd to hide his Face, The Soul, impatient, %hs and prays She may to Favour be reftor'd, And feel the Comforts of her Lord. Book III. Moral and Divine. B£ EMBLEM VH. Light Divine difpels Spiritual Darknefs'. WHEN Clouds of Doubts and Fears arife, And overfpread the Soul, To Heav'n he'lifcs his pious Eyes, With Tears and Sorrow full. His deep-fetch'd Sighs his Grief proclaim ; He begs returning Grace ; Loudly he calls upon his Name, Who has withdrawn his Face. K but a fingle Ray of Light, From that refulgent Sun, Breaks thro' ])is difmal Gloom of Night, His Griefs at once are gone. The Mo r a l. The pious Soul is often in a Cloud, And Doubts, like Mills, his beamy Glories fhroud, He fears he's guilty of fome great Miftake, Or left with Goo his Promife he (hould break ; Fears his Repentance mould not be fincere; Laments his Want of Fervency in Pray'r. His ltedfaft Hopes, tho' founded on a Rock, When Tempeffs rage, can hardly bear the Shock. Faith fometimes glimmers with a weakly Ray, And menfal Horrors quite exclude the Day'. But Peace, dear Soul ; with Patience wait a-whife, Thy Sun again with glad'ning Rays will fmile, Again thy Saviour will reveal his Face In all the Radiancy of his heavily Grace, • $4 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book IH EMBLEM VHL Well may he weep a Flood of Tears, Who fe,els the Weight of Sins he bears ; Sins which have made his God his Foe, And brought on him a World of Woe. Book III. Moral and r D i vin e. 85 EMBLEM VIII. True Penitence. WEEP, weep, my Soul, a tearful Flood, Weep till thy Stock of Water's gone j Then weep again with Tears of Blood The fad Offences thou haft done. Goodnefs irrrmenfe, ungrateful, thou Haft thro' thy finful Life abus'd 5 Thy Thoughts, and Words, and Deeds can ftievy How bafely thou haft Mercy us'd. Let Sorrow then my Soul poffefs, And Tears ftream down my furrow'd Cheek 1 My numerous Sins I will confefs ; Soften my Heart, O God, or break. The Moral. Well may the Sinner weep a Flood of Tear?, Who feels the mighty Weight of Sin he bears* He weeps he does a gracious God offend, His greateft Benefactor, Father, Friend. He weeps when he the bloody Scene unfold?, And his dear Saviour on a Crofs beholds ; The agonizing Tortures which he felt, Prefs'd with his Father's Wrath, and human Guilt ; CrOwn'd with fharp Thorns he fees his facred Head, .And his gor'd Side with flowing Purple bleed : Who that fees this, and knows why it was: done, (To take the Curfe by Man deferv'd alone) But muft diffolve in Tears, with Grief confefs Himfelf a Wretch, and his Redeemer blefs r 86 H i e R o G l y p h i c k s,' Book HI EMBLEM IX. Juftice, impartial and fevere* To pleading Mercy gives no Ear ; 'Till Jesus fhews fubftantial Caufe, His f£ri£t Obedience to the Laws. Book III. MoRALrfDlV^E, 87 EMBLEM IX. "Juftice 4nd Mercy .* Jujlict. Q Inner, thou baft a wretched Caufe, O For thou thy Maker's righteous Laws Audaciouffy haft broke : J7hat for thyfelf haft thou to plead, efore my Sword mail ftr ike thee dead- Speak, e r er I give the Stroke. 'Sinner. Juft is the Sentence, I muft own ; Altho' by it I am undone, I muft my Judge acquit : Yet Mercy, Lord, 1 thee implore, Of which Thou haft a boundlefs Store ; Forgive my mighty Debt. Juftice. Lord, fhall I ftrike ? He owns the Charge, Cbrtji. No !— fet the Prifoner at large, And point thy Sword at me ; My Death redeems his forfeit Life ; My Merits end the Legal Strife, And fet the Sinner free. The Moral. Should God in Juftice with a Sinner deal, Nor to his Mercy fuffer an Appeal, Who could efcape the Scourges of his Rod, Or of his Wrath could bear the mighty Load f But our Redeemer has perfornTd the Tafk, And Juftice nothing has of us to afk. Whate'er the Law demanded, He has giVrr, And open'a wide an eafy Way to Heav'n. Quickly, my Soul, his gracious Terms embrace ; Love him, and thou fha]& fee his lovely Face. 88 Hieroglvphicks, Book III EMBLEM X. This World's an Ocean deep and wide, Wherein we're tofs'd from Side to Side ; Tumultuous Waves are raging round- Save me, O Lord, or I am drown'd. 3ookIII. Moral and Divine, fe EMBLEM X. tfhe CMjlian r s Support, * TH E Worlds a Sea, my Ship is mannM But weakly, I muft own ; My Lulls the Winds by which 'tis fann'd, And I muft fink or drown ; Unlefs thy Grace, O God, extends Its feafonable Aid ; If that appears in my Defence, My Voyage fafe is made. O fave me from the dreadful Wreck And Rocks that me furround ; My temped- raging Paftions check, E're 1 am run a-ground. The Mo RAi, rhe Chriftian fails in a tempeftuous Sea, &nd Rocks and Shelves obftruct his dang'rous Way ; >Jigh founder'd by the heavy Freight of Sin, fle fcarce bears up againft the Waves and Wind. Sis Anchor, Hope, can hardly touch the Ground, 4nd furious Blafts of Lufts are raging round. tiis Rudder, Faith, can fcarce command the Helm, While rolling Seas of Trouble overwhelm rlis leaky Veffel, and upon him break, And ev y ry Moment threaten dreadful Wreck. What (hall he do in Dangers fo extreme ? What ? but by fervent PrayV apply to him, Whom raging Winds obfequioufly obey, He'll calm the Tempeft, and reftore thy Day. oO Hi e r o g l y p h i e k s, Book II] EMBLEM XI. When God provok'd by crying Sins, To deal his Judgments once begins, Who fhall his furious Wrath abide ? Ev'n he whom his own Hand fhall hide. JookllL Moral and Divine. 91 EMBLEM m* The only Safety from Divine Judgments. WHEN Vengeance, fent by God's Com- mand, Drives furious o'er a guilty Land, That has his Wrath provok'd, Where (hall his Head the Sinner hide ? Or in what fecret Place abide,, By Juflice over-look'd ? Omnifcience views the Depths below, And Rocks and Mountains pierces thro', The Grave's no hiding Place ; No Place of Safety can be found, Above, within, or under-Ground — No- where, but in his Grace. The Moral. Abfurd and foolifh he will find th* Attempt, Who feeks to be from Heaven's Eye exempt, Which fees at once the whole Creation thro', And Hell profound lies open to its View. Where then, vain Mortal, wilt thou try to hide Thyfelf, or in what fecret Place abide ? Where from his Omniprefence wilt thou fly ? Where is the Place Omnifcience can*t defcry ? Sinners their Crimes in Darknefs may conceal, Juflice at laft will all their Crimes reveal. Malice her dark and tragic Schemes may weave, And with fmooth glozing Words a Man deceive ; Not fo is God, who knows our Thoughts afar, Who forjn'd the Heart, and fees whatever's there. Since then no Place fecures thee from his Eye, Quick from his Jufticc to his Mercy fly. 92 HlEROGLYPHICKS. Book ID &>& & & & & )& £c 5c & && >& £t & & &&&)& & &)& & EMBLEM XII. If God fliould fpare us 'till we fay, We don't defire another Day, Grim Death but little Work would have, And few Inhabitants the Grave, Book m. Moral^Divine, 9 J EMBLEM XII. Life too much the Objecl of our JDeJire t HO W willing are we here to ftay ! How loth to part from hence ! Another, yet another Day Such is the Call of Senfe. But what has this vain World to give, That can our Souls allure ? What are its Bounties we receive ? How long are they fecure ? For Heaven if thou art prepar'd, Grudge not to leave this Earth $ Nor think it is a Meafure hard ; The Change thy Choice is worth. The Mo r a l. Short is the Space of Life allow'd to Man, Its Length is fitly meafur'd by a Span. When Life begins, we then begin to die, A few Years labour*d, in the Grave we lie : Yet on this Space, how (hort foe'er, depends A long Eternity that never ends. And yet, amazing ftrange ! how little we Regard theprefent Good, or future fee ? How little of our little Time is fpent In pleafing God, for which that Time was lent ? How few of thofe important Hours we have, Bo we employ our precious Souls to fave ? The World engrofles fo much Time and Thought, That Things immortal are almoft forgot. 94 HlEROGLYPHtCKS. Book Hi EMBLEM XIII. mmm mkMmi^M Immortal Things, at Diftance view'd* Are but too fluggifhly purfu'd ; While Flefli and Senfe our Minds engrofs* Heav'n aiid eternal Joys we lofe. look III. Moral and Divi jtytf ££ EMBLEM XIH. ST& different Views of Flejb and Spirit* TH E Spirit takes a diftant View Of Death and heav'nly Things ; Faith pierces the perfpe&ive thro% And Objects nearer brings : Heav'n, Hell, and the Laft Judgment are Prefented in a Profpett clear. Flefh has her Glafs triangular, Where Colours beautiful With ev*ry Turn ftill vary'd are, And in Succeffion roll : Cities and Towns and Churches $y On the fmooth Surface featly by. The Mo r a l . fan, who to Reafon makes the mod Pretence, )f all the Creatures that have Life and Senfe, le of all Beings is the greateft Fool, md fwerves the molt from Reafon's prudent Rule, ormed with evVy Faculty and Pow'r Vcorrefpond with Heav'n, and God adore, employs thofe Talents to abufe his Name, Lnd his own Nature to debafe and fhame. Ie, who well knows he has a Soul to fave, rhat all his Works are ended in the Grave, tfegle&s the prefent Moments to improve, )r to fecure his Heritage above. Ie> who beholds fuch Numbers round him die, Ind his own Death difcerns with half an Eye j 'et his Repentance foolifhly delays, rill he has wafted evVy Day of Grace. $6 Hieroglyphics s, Book D ************************** EMBLEM XIV. How tirefome is this Load of Earth To him Who knows his higher Birth ! In Flefh and fenfual Lufts involv'd, O how he longs to be diflblv'd I ooklll. MoRALfl«iDiviNE. 97 EMBLEM XIV, Grief comfortlefs. ,f~* R I E F has no Leifure for Delight ; ■tjf IndifF'rent are the Day and Night, Alike in Sorrow fpent ; While the Night lafts, (he longs for Day 5 The Morning brings no friendly Ray, And neither gives Content. Time mows away her funny Beams, Of which (he has but fickly Gleams ; Her Hour-glafs has Wings ; The gloomy Night can give no Reft ; Day, to her fore afflicted Bread, No Jingle Comfort brings. The Moral. fho that the World with heedful Eye furveys, nd well obferves the Current of his Days, ut fees abundant Reafon for his Grief, 'hro* the whole Courfe of his protracted Life ? oily he fees advanc'd to WifdonTs Seat, nd confcious Virtue from her Honours beat j eligion made a Mafcfue to cover Vice, nd Impudence o'er modell Merit rife ; he facred Gown to cloak Ambition worn; hrist's feamlefs Garment into Pieces torn, fho that his vile, corrupted Heart infpe£h, nd on his own unruly Lulls reflects ; bat feels th' innumerable Ills of Life, iis tranfient Joys, and quick returning Grief, ut mull his hard-conditiorTd State lament, nd give, by Sighs and Tear?, his Sorrows Vent ? E g8 Hieroglyphicks, feook t BOOK III. Emblem I The Flefh wou'd fain my Service have, And offers Wages fine and brave ; The Spirit calls another Way, And That, as heft, I will obey. 3ook IV. Moral^Divine, 99 BOOK IV. Emblem I. Flejh and Spirit. at Variance, ■& I > H E Law of God is in my View, I Jl Which does my Lufts controul 5 • Bids me true Happinefs purfue, The Welfare of my Sou). ^Jt points the Way to Joys above, By moft unerring Rules, prlow to fecure my Maker's Love, How 'fcape the Fate of Fools. J But Flefh and Senfe will interpofe, My good Refolves a flail ; \Th6 > their Attacks I do oppofe, They ftrongly will prevail. gStill do they clog my rifing Zeal, And mitf unholy Fire ; Vet, I muft own, againft my Will, Which would to Heav'n afpire. I' The Moral. iVhat flrong Convulfions Tend the pious Soul ! low do his Lufts his heav'nly Aims controul ! >}ow wing'd with Zeal, his high Devotions rife, rfequits dull Earth, and feems to climb the Skies. Jome fudden Guft of Paffion flops his Flight, ^nd hurls him down from his delightful Height, rho' Love Divine his pious Heart infpiies, rhe Senfes often quench his holy Fires. Hard is the Struggle he mull here maintain, And thro' a World of Opposition Heaven gain. E 2 100 JilER OGX YFH ICKS. Bock T\ EMBLEM II. The World's an intricate Meander, In which a- while poor Chriftians wander ; But he who has a heav'nly Ray To guide him, fhall not lofe his Way. ook IV. Moral and Divine. ioi EMBLEM II. The World a Labyrinth* TH E Way to Heav'n is intricate, And dangerous the Road ; • How many Thoufands mifs the Gate To the Divine Abode ? The World's a mazy Labyrinth ; Man's loft without a Guide ; 1 For if he vainly trull his Strength, To Ruin he's decoy'd. But if a Ray of Light divine His wand'ring Steps diredls, The Way Unerringly he'll find, And the Abode he feeks. The MpR a*l.' }ur Reafon's dark, and Underftandings blind, Mature deprav'd, and weak the human Mind* \ thoufand falfe, delufive Lights appear, ro lead our Steps aftray, and make us err. Dur head-ftrong Paffions often take the Lead, ^nd by fome tempting Scenes our Heart's betray *d» Sewilder'd in a Maze we wander on, fet if we mifs the Way we are undone, •ather of Light, dart down a heav'nly Ray, Difpel our Darknefs, and light up the Day. juided by that, the Road we (hall not mifs, tat reach at length thy everlafting Blifs. E3 102 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book I\ EMBLEM III. How quickly weaiy do we grow, How heavy, liftlefs, dull and flow, When to our Duty prefs'd upon ! — Draw us, O Lord, and we (hall run. look IV. MoRAt^DiviNE. 103 EMBLEM III. Human Wmknefs. SLuggifli and weakly are our Feet, When we the Road to Heaven bear. And fcarcely mend our Speed, Jj Altho* our Saviour us invites To a rich Banquet of Delights, For us by Him decreed. Kindly He lends his leading Hand, And helps us on our Feet to Hand, And fpeaks his Tendernefs ; Shews us the Prize for which He fought, The Joys of Heav'n he dearly bought, And bids us them poffefs. The Moral By flow'ry, tempting Vanities allur'd, With flattering Pleasures all around immur'd ; By Senfe perverted, by our Hearts beguil'd, Oft in our pious Warfare we are foiPd. We long for Heav'n, yet to Earth we cleave, And fain of neither would ourfelves bereave. Swiftly we run, when Pleafure is the Chace— What Sluggards in the Courfe of Truth and Grace! Alluring Profit puts us on the Spaed, — How flow and liftlefs to a pious Deed ! If Honour tempts us to a bolder Flight, How eagerly we climb the dang'rous Height! And yet the Glories of the World to come, Scarce in our Hearts can find a little Room. Quicken our Steps, O Lord, to tread thy Ways, And when we lag, Q make us mend our Pace I E 4 104 Hieroglyphicks, Book R EMBLEM IV. Fear to offend thy gracious God, And then thou need'ft not fear his Rod > But if thou fear'il: not to offend, Well may'ft thou fear a dreadful End. SooklV. Moral W Divine* 105 EMBLEM IV. No Safety but in God's Mercy. HO W dreadful is the Wrath of Go d ! How terrible his angry Rod ! The Wafting Thunders of his Hand, Who has Preemption to withftand ? Humble thyfelf, O Wretch ! in Duft. Entreat, and in his Mercy truft ; There only canft thou Safety find. For to the Humble He is kind. God's awful Judgments are difplay'd. When his Commands are difobey'd ; O ! tremble when his Wrath's abroad. And fear the Vengeance of a Goo. The Mo r a l . low dreadful are thy Judgments, Mighty God \ low terrible is thy afflicting Rod f When harden'd Sinners have thy Arm defy'd, With what a Vengeance haft thou taught their Pride ! rremble, my Soul, and humble thee in Duft ■%■ What is the Strength in which is plac'd thy Truft ? Fear to offend, and Him offended fear, And his fierce Wrath no more prefume to dare;; Confefs thy Sins, and deprecate his Ire, Left thy fad Fate fhould be eternal Fire ; . ' : " Entreat his Mercy, inftantiy repent, Or may'ft To-morrow rue the dire Event* His Arms are open iq receive thee now, Embrace his Offer, and avoid the Blow. ; 106 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book IV, EMBLEM V. Shall Vanity mine Eyes aHure ? What can this foolifh Fancy cure ? Lord, clofe mine Eyes, and fhut them faft Or let them be to Heaven caft. Book IV. Moral and D tv ike. 107 EMBLEM V. Tfoe Allurements of Vanity. HERE Vanity is deck'd In tinfel Robings fide, With ihewy, glitt'ring Gewgaws trick'd, We fee the Puppet fhine. The wond'ring Fool admires And gazes on her Charms ; His Heart her dimpled Simper fires ; How happy in her Arms ! Little he thinks what Ills For him fhe has prepaid ; But thele (he cunningly conceals/ Yet (hall be his Reward. Lord, hide my wand'ring Eye3 From her deceitful Lure ; For all her Promifes are Lies, And all her Ways impure. . The M o r a l.> Wy wand'ring Eyes from Scene to Scene will rove, \nd ev'ry Vanity they meet will love. tfy Heart's a Captive -to the Pride of Life, ^nd Senfe with Grace holds a vexatious Strife. Ay God, my King, O turn mine Eyes to Thee,, ^nd fet. my Soul from earthly Objects free, ) mortify thefe craving Lufts of mine, ^nd fanftify my Heart with Grace Divine, ubdue my Paffions, govern thou my WiH, ind (till may I thy guiding Spirit feel. io8 Hieroglyphicks, Book IV *************************** EMBLEM VI. Our flefhly Lufts will long prevail, And furrbufly the Soul affail ; Yet humbre, fervent Pray'r at length Shall triumph by a greater Strength. Book IV. Moral and Divine. 109 EMBLEM VI. Virtue triumphant. TO ST HE R entreats, in deep Dirtrefs, ** Her own and threatened Peopled Life j Humbly Ihe begs it on her Knees, With Tears, Cure Token of her Grief. Haman, the wicked Hanuin here, Has cruelly denounced our Fate ; Nor Age, nor Sex the Wretch will fpare, To glut his undeferved Hate. If my poor Beauty once was thought Not wholly deftitute of Charms, O fave me from the dreadful Lot That me fo terribly alarms. The King incens'd, in Paffion rofe ; Fate fat upon his furious Brow ; The Word is giv'n, and Human fhewa His Carcafs on the fatal Bough. The Moral. Virtue and Vice are ever at a Strife, And fiercely combate thro' the Courfe of Life. Vice tyrannizes long with haughty Pride, And Virtue's Brightnefs muft a-while fubfide. With Wrongs injurious (he muft be opprefs'd, lnfulted, threaten'd, made the publick Jeft ; 'Till God himfelf fhall vindicate her Caufe, And free her from the Tyrant's iron Claws. Then with full Radiance fhall her Beauties fhine, And glorious Laurels ihall her Brows entwine. I io Hi e r o G LYPHicKfi, Book IV. EMBLEM VII. Sweet is Retirement to the Soul, Since there fhe Christ enjoys to Full ; In whom fhe places her Delight, Who is her Solace Day and Night- Book IV. MoralWDivine. hi EMBLEM .VII. G a N t. vii. 1 1. The fweet Inter courfe between Christ and the Soul. Cbriji. f^i OME, come, my Love, let's walk \^ji Abroad, And (huff the frefh'ning Breeze ; Vifit the Cottagers Abode, And rove among the Trees. Sou?. Behold, my Heart's eternal Joy, Me ready to attend ; Glad that my Time I can employ With you fo dear a Friend. Chriji. Come, let's retire to yon. Alcove, And talk of Things divine : Soul. Yes ; there I'll tell thee all my Love 5 Cbriji. And I will tell thee mine. The Moral. When once the fruitful Seeds of Grace are fown, And the fweet Buds of Love are fairly blown, The Soul, tranfported with the Joy (he feels, For ever on her dear Redeemer dwells. With Pleafure flie contemplates all his Charms, And longs to be embrac'd within his Arms. Pleas'd, me converfes with her deareft Lord, Or reads his gracious Meffage in his Word. Pleas'd, to his holy Temple (he repairs, And feems in Heaven while his Word fhe hears, Ch r ist, no lefs pleas'd to fee her holy Plight, Fills her whole Being with a new Delight j Gives her a Tafte of what's enjoy'd above, Where the chief Blifs is never-ending Love. 112 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book IV. *************************** EMBLEM Vni. In vain we ftrive to run the Race That God appoints, without his Grace; Drawn by the Odour of his Love, With Vigour we fhall quickly move* Book IV. Moral and Divine. 113 EMBLEM VIIL Ca n t. i, 3, The Spirit helps our Infirmities. HEartleis and fluggifh is our Zeal \ Bafeare our Thoughts, perverfe our Will t Still are we grov'ling on the Earth, As if we boaited thence our Birth. Scarce can we call our drowfy Eyes Upwards to view our native Skies, The glorious ever-blefs'd Abode, Where Angels dwell, and where is God, But when the Spirit from above Draws us along with Cords of Love,. And the fweet Incenfe of his Grace. DiiFufes, then we move apace. The Moral. Lifelefs a.nd cold is tv'ry Christian's Zeal, Till the warm Beams of quick'ning Grace he feel. ftis Love, once a&ive, ftagnates in the Poo ftis Heart, and fcarcely moves his fluggifh Soul. No more the facred Flame within him glows, And a few glitt'ring Sparks by Fits it (hews : fet ftill there's Fire, by Embers only hid, Which will, when from its dirty Rubbifh free'd, 3urit out with glorious Luflre to the View, ^nd all his Comforts, all his Joys renew. Wean-while he mourns for Christ's departed Love, And that his own Ihould from its Objeft rove. No Reft, no Peace he knows, 'till both return, And with the fame united Ardor burn. ?I4 HiEROGLYPHlCKs, Book IV EMBLEM IX. How is the pious Soul rejoic'd, Affured fhe is own'd by Christ ? What can fhe wifti, or more obtain ?— She loves,, and is belov'd again. Book IV. Morai^Divine, 115 EMBLEM IX. Cant. viii. 2. Tie Virgin Mary and her bleffed Infant. WELL, Mary, may'ft thou clafp the Child, And prefs him with a clofe Embrace,. With no Impurities dehTd, Lovely, and fweet, and full of Grace. But what is now thy Joy and Song, Will be a Sword to pierce thy Soul, When on the Croft thou fee'ft him hungj. And drinking off the wrathful Bowl. Yet ftill rejoice, fince loft Mankind, Shall by his Death to Heav'n be raiYd J Satan, our Enemy, confined ; Jesus, our Saviour, ever prais'd I The Moral. Sweet is the heav*nly Intereourfe between Ch r 1 st and the Soul, and pleafant is the Scene* Love, Joy, and Peace abound in evVy Part, Cain* is the Conference, and ferene the Heart. The Law, e'er-while the Chriftian's dreadful Foe, He fees no more with Menace on its Brdw. Juftice, inexorable, fatisfy*d, Delighted fees fair Mercy by her Side. Death is difarm'd, and ftinglefs now remains ;. , His Triumph's ended, and with it our Pains. For this the Chriftian tunes his Tongue to Praife* And with his Heart, a grateful Tribute pays To his Redeemer, who his "Freedom bought, And for his Sake fuch glorious Things has wrought. 1 16 HlEROGLYPHlCKS, Bb'ok-IV EMBLEM X. The fluggifh Chriftian feeks in vain An Intereft in Christ to gain ; The Road is rough, untrod, unev'n — The Downy-Bed's no Way to Heav'n. Book IV. M0RAL^DiVIN£, uy EMBLEM X. "Cant. iii. r. Tbe Jluggijh Chriftian. TH E lazy Chriftian thinks to find His Saviour on his Bed; No gloomy Fears perplex his Mind, No anxious Thoughts his Head. By Reaforfs Taper-Light he feeks, And fearches Nature thro' ; But the rayfterious Gofpel breaks Reafon and Nature too. For none e'er yet this Saviour found, But on the curfed Tree ; With Thorns his facred Temples bound. From Bondage us to free. The Moral. ? ruitlefs will be our Search if we propofe Vo find Religion where we ileep or doze. Tis not in eafy Chair or downy Bed ihe refts, when ever refts her facred Head, n vain we feek her in the World's Delights, liches, or Grandeur, or Ambition's Flights j Phe Wifdom of Philofophy in vain Ve trace, Religion beats a higher Strain, rhe Light of Nature is but weak and dim ; ier Principles are vaftly moreiublime. /ain are fach Searches, and our Labour Lofs, 'or we ihall find her only on the Crofs; rhere in large Charaders we read her Name, *nd on that Tree her Principles we frame. Ii8 HifiiioGLYPHicKs, Book IV & & &&&& jic & && && & & jic & & & jIc & & ft & > EMBLEM XI. The Soul, perplex'd with Doubts and Fear i Bewails herfelf with Sighs and Tears. She's loft her Love fhe knows not where- Search but thy Heart, thou'lt find him ther Book IV", Moral md D i v i k e. j ja EMBLEM XI. Cant. iii. 2. The Soul impatient of *Christ\t Abfencu HO W can I reft when I have loft Him whom my Soul defires moll ? Without whofe Prefence I'm forlorn, Whofe Abfence I muft fadly mourn. i'll rife and feek Him thro' the Street) Happy if there I can him meet ; But He, I fear, will not be found. Tho' I fhould range the City round. The Change and Market fhew Him not 5 No Place remains by me unfought : Home to my Heart I will repair— Who knows but I may find Him there ? The Moral. What anxious Cares the pious Soul perplex ? What reftlefs Thoughts his eafelefs Bofom vex, Who the fad Abfence of his Love bemoans, In filent Tears, and deep Heart-rending Groans ? As one be-darken'd gropes about the Room, So he be-nighted, wanders in the Gloom, In Search of Him on whom his All is plac'd, rn Whom alone all Riches he poflefs'd. But fearch thy Heart, and there thou'lt find the Caufe, Prom whence arofe thy much lamented Lofs ; rhere thou wilt find fome new-admitted Guen\ With whom thy jealous Love is high difpleas'd ; Drive out that Gueft, and he'll return again, 'ardon thy Follies, and relieve thy Pain, J20 HlEROCLYPHICKS. Book IV EMBLEM XII. The Chriftian, who with Sighs and Groans The Abfence of his Saviour moans ; What exquifite Delight he feels, When Christ again his Face reveals I BooklV, Moral aW Ditine. I2X EMBLEM XII. Cant. iii. 3. The Soul's Joy on finding Christ. WITH long and painful Toil, The Soul had fearch'd about, A&'d all (he met in mournful Stile, Yet could not find him out. She vents her Grief in Tears, And fain would Death embrace ; ^Juft in that Inftant Christ appears, And mews his fmiling Face. How raviftYd at the Sight ! She fprings into his Arms, And holds him fail with all her Might, PofTefs'dofall his Charms. The Moral. When the poor fin- lick Soul has long bemoan'd rler Comforts loft, and long in Silence groan'd, f (he perceives a Ray of heav'nly Grace Dart thro' the Gloom, and (hew a Saviour's Face, With Smiles denoting Pardon, Love, and Peace, What Joys ineffable her Powers feize ! Mow me exults, her Weight of Sin removed, ^nd ftrongly holds Him whom (he long has lov'd 5 if iews him all over with tranfported Eyes, While ev'ry Look declares her fecret Joys ; Vows that whate'er betide, no more ihe'll part With Him, the gracious SoVreigu of her Heart. F 12% HlEROGtYPHICKS. Book I\ •Sx & & & & jIx & & & & & ait & & & j ii & & & >2c & & & *l EMBLEM XIII. Whoever on the World relies For unfophifticated Joys, Will be deceiv'd ; in God alone True, folid Happinefs is found. J&ook IV. Moral and D i v t ■ e. 123 EMBLEM XUI. Trufo in God the greatejl Safety, WHEN Storms tempefluous rage around; And on thy leaky Veflei beat ; When raging Winds thy Rigging wound, And thou canft hardly keep thy Feet : Happy if then thy Anchor holds , Thy Veffcl tight amidft the Storm ; The Wind that now thy Courfe controuls, With all its Roar (hall do no Harm. Thus he who puts his Truft in God, In Danger certain Safety finds ; Malice may throw her Gall abroad, Secure he laughs at her Defigns. The Mora l. What is the greateft Good this World can boaft? Riches and Honours--. but how quickly loft! Friends too are often treacherous and bafe ; Beauty is waning ; Strength with Age decays. No folid Lifting Happinefs we find ]n all thofe Pleafures which bewitch Mankind, Thefe then rejected, let us next explore Thofe Treafures which Religion has in Store. God is alone an everlafting Good, Worthy alone to be by Man purfu'd. Sincerely love Him, and obey his Will, And Joys immortal ihall thy wifhes fill. F z 124 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book IV, EMBLEM XIV. Our Saviour's Crofs, that curfed Tree I What genVous Fruits it bears for me ! How grateful is its Shadow now ! It yields Jlepaft and Pleafure too. Book IV. Moral and Di vi n e. 125 EMBLEM XIV. Cant. ii. 3. Christ the moft delightful Shadow. "ITTHEN the Sun darts his fcorching Beams VV Dire&ly on our Heads, We flieltef in the Woods or Streams, And fly from parched Meads. Thus when the broken Laws require The Vengeance of a G op, To what ftrong Rock mail Man retire, That yields a fafe Abode ? Jesus, our Saviour, on the Tree, Yields a delightful Shade ; i Securely there we reft, and be Of Vengeance not afraid. The Moral. Wondef of Love ! furpalfing Reafon's Eye ! 'Tis Godlike all ! and fuits the Deity ! Shall Man rebellious, break his Maker's Laws? Unforc'd, prefumptuoufly, without a Caufc f / And yet find Mercy ? Can it ever be ? Does Juftice fleep ? Or not Offences fee ? no ! but her Demands are fatisfy'd, And the Law falved when our Saviour dy'd. Behold Him hanging on the cur fed Tree, And there he naird the Sins of thee and me. But now that Tree a pleafant Shadow yields, And from the Wrath Divine the Sinner Ihields. F3 126 Hieroglyphics s, Book IV, EMBLEM XV. r In vain we feek for Song and Mirth In all the Subjects here on Earth ; In Keav'n alone the thiriry Soiil Will drink her Bowls of Pleafure full* took IV, Moral and D i v i rr e. i ?. 7 £ M B L E M XV. The inconfolable Sinner. WHY do you urge me thus to fing ? O why your Books of Mufick bring ? No— I'm not in a Mood for Song, Much fadder Notes to me belong. For joyous Mirth I have no Room, Sighs, Tears and Sorrow are my Doom. Will the poor Slave, who's chain'd to ply The Oar, confefs he's full of Joy ? Can I, a Slave to Sin and Death, Wafte in a Song my precious Breath-? Have J, who know my great Offence, To tuneful Mirth the lealt Pretence ? Allure me that my God's appeas'd, .And from my Burden I'm released, Soon (hail ye fee me tune the String, And loud Hofanna's hear me fing. The Moral. O'erwhelm'd with Sorrows, or with Cares opprefc'd, Burden'd with Sins, on ev'ry Side diitrefs'd, How can I tune to mirthful Song my Voice ? Or what on Earth is there mould me rejoice ? My Confcience tells me that my Heart is bafe, Nature corrupt, and oppofite to Grace ; My Guilt repeated, and my broken Vows, My weak and frail, and fad Condition {hews. What earthly Objects can my Mind delight ? My Fancy pleafe, or entertain my Sight ? None, none at all ! 'till Heaven I arrive, Where Songs, and Mirth, and Joy for ever live. * 4 128 Hieroglyph i cks, Book V, BOOK V. Emblem I. The fweet Delight the Soul receives From Christ, in whom me only lives, Makes her lament, and fadly mourn His Abfence, till his kind Return, Book IV. Moral and Divine. 129 BOOKV. Emblem I. H Cant. v. 8. Divine Love. O W ftrong is Love divine, When it's maturely grown ! No other Objecls it will join, 'Tis all in all alone. The facred flaming Dart, If once it pierce the Breaft, It ilrrkes its Anguiih thro" the Heart, Nor gives a Moment's Reft. If Christ his Smiles withdraws, Its Confiancy to prove, Impatient 'tis to know the Cade, And to regain his Love. The Mo r a l. The humble Soul by Penitence reclaim'd From fad Relapfe, which had her Honour fham'd, Seeks with unweary'd Steps, by Day and Night, Again to repoffefs her dear Delight j Longs to enjoy thofe pleafmg Scenes anew, Which her own Follies from her Sight withdrew. She begs the Prayers of her pious Friends, And in the Temple conltantly attends ; Of thofe who minifter the facred Word, Enquires where me may find her deareft Lord: No Stone fhe leaves unturn'd, no Means untry'd, Moves Heav'n and Earth, and will not be deny'd 'Till his loft Favour fhe can kel reftor'd, And of his mutual Love is well affur'd. 730 JJlER 6Gt YPHICfcS. Book V.'. EMBLEM n. The Spoufe of Chrift is fick with Love ; And what her Sicknefs can remove ? If He'll but write a Recipe, No other Do&or need fhe fee. BookV. MoRAL^'iDlVlNE, I3f EMBLEM II, Cant. ii. 5. The Redeemer's Love. HO W vafl was my Redeemer's Love, When he defcended from above ! Vvhen He a human Form aillim'd, And to a cruel Death was doom'd \ Of Him no Favours could I claim, Forfeit to Punifhment and Shame ; Pity alone to Man diurei's'd, Was the fole .Motive in* his Breafr. O I am ravim'd with the Thought I \ _ To the third Heavens I am caught ! My Spirits fink! I fwoon, I die, Unlefs frefh Strength thy Grace fuppJy. The Moral, Vho that" confiders what our Saviour did •or us, when on the curfed Tree he bled ; Vho that beholds his facred Temples bound Vith pricking Thorns, contemptuoufly crown'd ; Vho that thofe Hand?, to blefs and heal enur'd, ees pierc'd with Iron patiently endur'd ; Vho hears h;s Gr'oaiii, or views his dying Look, \y Men infulted, by his God forfook,' B this for us, us wretched 1 Sinners dune, W\ this for grace! efs Rebels undergone, lut muft acknowledge, fetch a Love at this ierics Returns; if poffible, noiefsr 132 Hi eroclyphicks, Book V, *************************** EMBLEM.m, Happy's that Soul, and doubly blefs'd, Who by her Saviour is carefs'd, And can with Heart fincere rejoin, I am my Saviwr'sy He is mine. BookV. Moral and Divine. 133 EMBLEM III. Cant. ii. 16. The Soul's Union with Christ. BY Faith he's mine ; I'm his by Vows ; Our Union's feal'd above ; My Heart's the Altar where ftill glows His Fire from above. My Lord vouchfafes to be my Gueft, And is my living Food ; With my poor Sacrifice He's pleas'd, And I his Friend allow'd. He made me rich, when Him I chofe ; He gives me Length of Days ; With Wreaths of Grace he crowns my Brows % His Head I crown with Praife. TheM o ral When once the Heart is purify 'd from Sin, Th* Affections heav'nly, and the Confcience clean When a blefs'd Change is wrought upon the Soul, And all's fubje&ed to the Gofpel Rule ; When all within is Love, and Peace, and Grace* Happy, thrice happy is the Chriftian's Cafe. His Faith is lively, and his Hope is ftrong, And loud Hofannahs dwell upon his Tongue. Of his dear Saviour's Love he is afTur'd, And againft Death and Pow'rs of Hell fecur'd. Raptur'd, he cries, fweet Jesus, Thou art minei With Rapture cries, fw#et Jesus, I am Thine. O happy Marriage in united Love I Join'd here to be confummated above ! 134 HlEftOGLYPHICKS, B6ok V. & & & &&&&&&>&>& &&&& &&& & &&&&& EMBLEM IV. The Man that's warm'd with facred Love Of Things immortal and above, Christ will with Pleafure entertain, And gives him Love for Love asairir Book V. Moral and Divine. 135 EMBLEM IV; C ANT. Vtt. 10. fhe Chriftiarfs Loadftone. TH E trembling Needle (e'eks the Pole, A fid reftlefs round will ever roll, 'Till the true Point it find ; Thus is the pious Soul diftreis'd, And in no Earthly Thing can reft, 'Till with her Saviour join'd. Tr*e Magnet that her Love inclines, And hers to his fo clofely joins, Is his To greatly fhewn - t For, drawn by its attractive Force, With all the World me makes Divorce, And cleaves to Him alone* The M o a a l. rhe Soul efpoufed as her Saviour's Bride, Proclaims her Love, and joins his faithful Side ;j }wns the choice Gifts He has on her beiWc," \nd all her Graces are to Him allow'd ; Scribes her Beauties, and her lovely Charms fo Him who firft efpous'd her to his Arms. Mow the gay Vanities of Life (he treats vVith juft Contempt, as bright illufive Cheats. 'n her Efteem, her amiable Lord Is to the faireitcf Mankind preferred. She owns her Paliion, glories in the Choice, riiid all her Friends invices to (hare her Joys, rhe Bridegroom too rejoices in his Prize, she is all Charms in his delighted Eyes. The Praife of each dwells on the other's Tongue And Heav'n refounds to th' Hymeneal Song* 136 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book V. *************************** EMBLEM V. ^"^"jJ'/'".":: ; .. /'/;;;, ; ' If Love Divine fhould once but dart Its Rays into th' enlighten'd Heart, It melts its Drofs, its Gold refines, And the whole Soul illuftrious fhines. BookV, Moral WDivine, 137 EMBLEM V. Can t. v. 6. The Meltings of a pious Souk ■ T T Nfpeakable the Joys \J The pious Soul receives, When ihe can hear her Saviour's Voice* And hearing me believes. The facred burning Ray His gracious Word injecls, Flames in her Bread and melts away The Drofs her Heart affe&s. The Pleafures of the World, Her Love engage no more ; Her filken Sails are all unfurPd, To quit this ftormy Shore. . The Moral. Vhen Love Divine is kiqdled in the Soul, t fiercely burns, nor will admit Controul ; ts pow'rful Heat each fenfual Luft deftroys, Lnd in dethroning Sin its Zeal employs ; ^he fterling Bullion from its Drofs refines, tnd the pure Gold with native Luftre mines. t purges Nature from its Filth and Mud, Lnd charms the Eye with ev*ry blooming Good, riie Heart it warms, and lights up ev'ry Grac lnd the whole Soul enlivens with its Rays. *3& HlEKOGLYPHICKS, Book V EMBLEM VT. What can thefe Creature-Comforts do, With which we are tranfported fo ? They're here To-day, To-morrow gone-iJ Heav'n has true Happinefs alone. Book V* AIo ral and'D i v i ft e. 239 EMBLEM VI, God alhfufficieni. LARGE is the World we live upon, And many Pleafures yields 5 tteas'd we behold the glorious Sun, When he his Face reveals : But neither Earth nor Sun can give Such Joy 8 as I from God receive. The Sea and Air are both replete With various Delights, The Dainties we colled and : eat ;• The Days are bleiYd with Nights : But Sea nor Air, nor Fifh nor Fowl, Give Food to an immortal Soul. My Eyes the fpacious Heavens rove I •Its beauteous Orbs I view ; I fee, methinks, the. Joys above* And glorious Angels too : Yet there I would not w.-fh to be, If there my Goi> I could not fee. The Moral JnnumberM BlefTmgsGoD on us bellows, ind the fweet Comforts of the World allows r 'et as he gives, he takes, and tempers fo, "hat we may reft on nothing here below. ' le fhews their Emptinefs a thoufand Ways, ."hat We to Him alone may give the Praiie. fis in Him lei f true Happinefs is found, ^nd iolid Joys in Heav'n alone abound. \\\ the good Things on Earth we fhould improve m fit us for the blifs&I State above. 140 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book V, EMBLEM VII. Trouble, and Care, and Sin and Strife, Fill up the Chriflian's Round of Life. Well may he wifh to be releas'd, And of a happier Portion feiz'd. Book V, Moral and Divine. 141 EMBLEM VII. This a troublefome World. MY Troubles multiply, And Sorrow is my Lot 5 There's nothing that I hear or fee, But grieves my vexed Thought. Pleafures, which Men purfue With fo much Eagernefs, Have Stings, which ever make them rue, And poifon all their Blifs. Riches and Honours have Each their Anxiety ; From Pain and Labour, Death and Grave, No Man can fay, he's free. The Moral. low fad and tirefome is the World to him, 'Vho on a Life to come has built his Scheme! iow dead and taftelefs are the Joys that greet iis alter'd Fancy !— he has found the Cheat. Grandeur and Riches, and fuch coltly Things, ie quits unenvy'd to the Great and Kings, Vith all the Guilt and Trouble them attend, tfith thefe he'll not his better Treafures blend, lorrows and Cares, in ev'ry Thing he feels, \nd ev'ry Objecl has its lurking Ills, remptations from without in Ambufh wait, \nd Lufts within dill fnapping at the Bait : \1J, all combine to vex and tire him out, Till Death mall come, and all their Forces rout. , f 4-2 HiEROGLYPHKK s, Book EMBLEM VIII. O with what Diligence and Care Thefe dainty Bodies we repair ! Yet a few Years when come and gone, Grim Death will ftrip us Skin from Bone. ook V. Moral and Divink, 143 EMBLEM VIII. Man is Death's Prifoner. SE E for what End we feed and clothe, Cherifh and pamper, pleafe and ibothe Thefe Bodies made of Clay ; Death's Prifoner is ev'ry Man, E'er fince Mortality began, And Adam was his Prey. Thus over Man the Tyrant reigns, And proudly all Controul difdains All Creatures him obey : Yet, Monfter, know the Time will -come, That mall decide thy final Doom, And end thy cruel Sway. The Mora l. n was the prime Original of Death, 'hich reign'd e'er fince Man forfeited his Breath. is Tyranny continues Hill as great, nd vaunts his Power is derived from Fate ; rengthen'd by Sin> and domineering Lu{i> houfands reduces daily to the Duft. f craving, carnal Appetites poftefs'd, r ith Nature's choicell Cates we are unblefs'd % ith thefe we do our pamper'd Bodies feed t et thefe are Death's moll fructifying Seed, k Death, ho'iv terrible foe'er he feem, nd arm'd with Terrors, horrible and grim, et is the pious Chrifuan's trulty Friend, nd will Relief from all his Evils fend ; pens the Gate to everlaltmg Blifs, fhere Sin no more^-the happy Soul (hall teaze. t44 HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book 1 EMBLEM IX. The Soul is wing*d, but cannot get One Inch from Earth, her painful Seat 5 She ftrives again, alas ! in vain— ££e quickly feels her heavy Chain* iotfk V. Moral and Divine-. 14$ EMBLEM IX. Senfe a clog to the SouL OW HAT a wretched Man -am U How chained down to Strife ! For when to Heaven I would fly, I cannot get from hence : Earth's heavy Clog, alas ! I wear, Its Weight's tao great for me to bear. My Words and Deeds, that Good intend, Are interrupted ft ill ; My Sighs and Vows, that up I fend, Dragg'd down to Earth I feel :• My God, I fpread my Wing* in vain, Till thou unlink, my bolted Chain. Thfi Mora l. > what a Load cf Flem the Chriftian bears ! eplete with Frailties and diftracling Cares. lins and Dileafes corporally felt, nd Confcience barden'd with condemning Guilt, urb the fwifc Wings of his aipiring Zeal, nd hang a Clog on his devotional Will, low earneitly he longs to be difraifs'd rorn thefe, to be with his Redeemer Chrisx ! !e iongs to fee that dear and lovely Face, *idiaot with Glories, beaming ev'rv Grace. B ardent Wifh is, that he may enjoy lis Saviour's Prefence, nothing to annoy. ' from this World he could be once releas'd, fitl* Jesus he fhall be for ever blefs'd ; is without Meafure, and without a Date, is Welcome to eternal Manfions wait. G 146 Hie RO GLV p hick s$ BookV EMBLEM X, imprifon'd in this Cage of Fleih, We earneftly Enlargement wifh ; In Hopes that God Relief will bring, The caged Bird its Song will fing. Book V-. Moral and Di v i n e. Xtf EMBLEM X, The Soul like a Bird in a Cage* MY Soul is like a caged Bird, That would its Freedom gain,, liut with the Bars of Fletf) immufd, Her Labour is in vain. Birth was the Key that let her in ; 'Tis Death that lets her o-'c ; She's held a prifoner there by Sin ; And there me hops about. From Perch to Perch (he flaps and fings, If keen-ey'd Faith prevail ; But Senfe will make her hang her Wing?, Her drooping Spirits fanl. From Senfe to Hope ilie leaps away ; From Hope ihe jumps to Doubt ; Reiikfs, *he can on nothing flay, 'Till Death ihail let her out. The Moral. \V»2t various Troubles do the Saints await While they're confin'd to this unhappy State ? ExposVd to Scorn, by Tyranny opprefs'd, Scarce for their weary Heads can find a Reft. Fain would they tune their Soul* to cheerful Praife, And Songs of Thanks moll willingly would raife ; But who can fing, with Sorrows compaiVd round ? When from a broken Heart did Mirth rebound ? With Patience wait, and God will bring you Eafe, And change your Trouble* into Joy and Peace. G i I48 HlEROGLYPHICKSj Book V» EMBLE M XI. God is the Spring and living Source, From which our Comforts take their Courfe; The thirfty Soul may drink her Fill, And come aeain whene'er fhe will. I took V. Moral and Divin e. '149 EMBLEM XI. ' The Thirfiy Souh THE Heart that's touch'd with holy Firej, Is ever burning with Defire ; And by no Earthly Thing it's quench'd,. Tho' in a World of Pleafure drench'd. It mounts to Heav'n its native Home, There where can nothing fordid come ; For Joys invifible it pants, And a full Draught of Heaven wants. The hunted Hart, when hct^nd faint, Does for the cooling Waters pant : Ev'n fo the Soul, by Sin purfu'd, y Seeks the pure Streams of Jesus' Blood. As Flowers bang their drooping Heads, 'Till Show'rs defcend and wet their Beds 3 Ev'n fo the thirfiy Soul renews Her Strength refrefh'd with heav'nly Dews.' The M o r a l. Hiefweet Communion which the Soul enjoys, \nd her extenfive Faculties employs, Vhen God admits her to a clofe Con verfe, knd bids her freely her whole State rehearfe, ixalts her far above all mundane Things, ind to her View a heav'nly Vifion brings. 'here me could ever dwell, and longs to be it once from her entangling Fetters free ; ^ith what an eager Spring fhe'd bound away . rom her dark Prifon to immortal Day ' G 3 $53 JtflEROfcLYPHICKS. Book V> EMBLEM XII. The Chriftian's Zeal may warmly glow, And vig'rous Heat, at Times, may fhew $ But, 'till the Curtain, Flefh, is drawn* His perfed Sun will never dawn. BookV. M'ORAL^D'IVINE, I5t EMBLEM XII. Love to God funnounts all Things ; TH E Fervour of a pious Soul Barns with an even, fteady Flame \ Impatient bears the leafl Controul ; In all Conditions is the fame. Jjesus may hide a-while his Face, And draw between a darkening Veil ; Vet ftill fhe begs his fov'reign Grace, And hopes fhe fhall its Comforts fseji. White Life remains fhe perfeveres, Nor deviates from the heav*nly Road ; Tho' compafs'd round with Doubts and Feqxsj She keeps in View the blefa'd Abode. Nothing-difcourages her Faith ; Her Hope is always on the Wing ; And when the Curtain's drawn by Deauh, To Heav'n fhe makes a joyful fpring. The Mo r a l. This mortal Cumbrance how it clogs the Soul! Her glowing Zeal, by Intervals how dull ! A thoufand Obftacles her Fervour meet To quench th' Afpirings of her raptur'd Heat. She longs to have the Curtain drawn that has Hid front her Eyes the Glories of his Face. His gracious Vifage too, too long conceal'd, With inftant Prayer begs to fee unveil'd ; Tranfported would fhe join th' Angelic Cfcoir, And mix with theirs her unpolluted Fire. G 4 152 Hieroglvphicks, Book V r EMBLEM XIII. If thou art wing'd with facred Love,. Tho* need'ft no Pinions of a Dove ; That will at length thy Soul convey To Regions of eternal Da v. Book V. Moral and Divine. 153 E M BX E M XIII. The Soul winged. LOR D, I am lick of Things below ; I'm tir'd with earthly Joys : Wiiat have' we here but painted Shew ? What elfe our Eyes employs ? How long muft I be thus conhVd j To Sorrow, Sin and Pain ? How long to Senfe and PafTions join'd, ! And ail I Tee- be vain ? O give me Wings to foar above ; To Heav'n I'd take my Flight? Had I the Pinions' of a Dove, I'd foon be out of Sight. How would I fpurn this Ball of Clay ! Its Dainties how delpife ! To Realms of Joy I'd foar away,, To Blifs above the Skies. The M o r a. l. . Come fpread thy. Wings, my Soul, and take a Flight; Leave this dark Earth, and fpring away to Light, Nothing is here, but what's for thee too low, Nothing is here but Mifery and Show. Raife then thy Thoughts to Contemplations high, Thy chief Concerns are lodg'd above the Skie. There's God, attended with a mining Band Of mighty Angels, waiting his Command. And there's thy Saviour, of his Throne poffdVdj « And there alone's thy everlafling Reft. i 54 Hieroglyphicxs, Book V* •$• •$• ♦$• •§* •£• •§• ♦§• •§♦•$•§■ •&♦ •$♦ !$• •$••§••§••§• •& ^ •$-•$• •§••$• •$,« EM.BLE M XIV. The Soul, tranfported, views her Home, The Heaven, where me hopes to come 5 In Contemplation fhe is loft, Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. gp©k V. Moral and Divine. 15^ EMBLEM XIV. .The Glory of Heaven.. WOULD Heaven open to our View, And all its glorious Wonders mew , Our feeble Frame could not fupport Th' Effulgence of that radiant Court. If our weak Eyes fcarce bear the Sun, Intenfely fhining at his Noon, How the prodigious Blaze fuftain, That almoft gives an Angel Pain ? No Sun, nor Moon, nor twinkling Star—.] No need— for God Himfelf is there ; Whofe Light immenfe diffufed round, Reaches Creation's utmoft Bound. Sorrow and Death are Strangers there ; All's ravifhing to Eye and Ear ; Harmonious Songs their Tongues employ, And Love and Union crown their Joy. The Mora l. How faint and languid our Ideas rife, When we contemplate Things above the Skies ! Heav'n is too bright for Reafon's weakly bye * 'Tis only Faith its Glories can defcry. Faith, Eagle-ey'd, can view thefe Scenes alone, Which far out-mine the Brightnefs of the Sun ; Which Mortals never did, nor can behold, And which an Angel's Tongue can fcarce^ unfold ; Where are Delights too exquifite for Senfe a And where's Satiety without Offence. 15& HlERO«LYPHICKS, Book Vj EMBLEM XV. The Soul, infpired from above, Breathes nothing but the Fire of Love ; Tears nothing-, but that left her Lover Should prove to her a wandVing Rove/. Book V. Moral and Divi n e, ijf EMBLEM XV. Cant, viii. 14. Christ and his Spoufe.- SW EET is the Intercourfe between Christ and his Spoufe: Delightful Scene? How amiable both ! He feems as if he would be gone, And leave her to herfelf alone j And yet he feems as loth. She, griev'd He mould fo foon depart, Begs He'd be fwifter than the Hart, fn his Return to her ; For mould he make a long Delay, Her Soul would faint and die away, To her he was fo dear* The Moral-. So fondly the awaken'd Chriftian loves, So dearly priz^f, and fo much approves The fvveet Delights his. Saviour's Prefence gives, The fecret Pleafures he therein receives, That the leaft Abfence of his Favour takes Peace from his Mind, and all his Thoughts diftrafls, With Pray'rs and Tears he begs his quick Return^ Bewails himfelf as wretched and forlorn* O hafte, he cries, my dear Redeemer, hafte ! How many difmal Moments muft I wafte, E'er thou thy Comforts to my Soul renew? E'er I again thy lovely Face (hall view ? Hafte, my Beloved, to my longing Arms, Reveal again thy Graces and thy Charms. O let thy Light difpel this difmal Gloom ; Hafte, my Beloved 1 to thy Servant come. 158 . Hiero|gi,y^hici£s, BookVl- EMBE E M- Wtf. The Victory is never won, Nor can'ft thou wear the glorious Crownj 'Till thou had fought the Battle through With Sin, and Death, *&& m'ry Foe • Book V. Moral ^Divine, 159 &%%%*****#**%***:$%%%*%$%%%% EMBLEM XVI. ^he Refolute Chriftian. MANY the Trials and fevere A Chriftian undergoes ; Heavy the Burdens he muft bear, His Portion Sighs and Woes. Malice her deadly Venom throws, To poifon his good Naraej Envy his Virtues not allows, Nor their acquired Fame. His honeft Principles profefs'd, His free and open Soul, Of jibing Knaves are made the Jeft, And Subjects of their Droll. He fears a great tremendous God , Religion is his Rule ; For this he's fcourg'd with Slander's Rodjj And banter'd for a Fool. Reproach is heap'd upon Reproach, And new invented Lies ; All that malicious Tongues can broach,. His Name to ftigmatize. All this he feels, or may expect, While impious Men among ; But let not thefe his Soul deject ; E'er-while they'll be his Song. Then bravely fight the Battle thro', And Victory will foon JmX on thy bright triumphant Brow An everlailing Crown. What thou beholdeft here's a Bubble ; But Man, the Thing that's blown ; The Winds are Hope, Fear, Joy, and Trouble^ That tofs him up and down. - ■ 162 HlEROGLYP KICKS. Book V BOOK VI. HlEROGLYPHICK Ii At firft the Candle burns but dim,. And a mere fmoaky Snuff will Cecm ; For Life, juft kindled in the, Mother, What is it more thao Smoak and .Smother $ pOftkVI. MoRAL^DlVINB. X63 BOOK VI. HlEROGLYFHICK l t Man's Origin. M A N in his Origin Is animated Clay ; Fornfd and conceiv'd, and born in Sin^ He breaks to Light his Way. His little Taper bums But with a weakly Gleam ; He cries, and eats, and fleeps by Turns 3 His Life is but a Dream. Reflexion. The beft of Knowledgeis thyfelf -to know * On this fair Tree the richeft Bleffings'grow. Thy firft Original know whence deriv'd, Wrapt up in Sin when in thy Mother hiv'd. When born, a naked, helplefs, crying Child, With many Spots of tainting Sin denTd. Long e're to Reafon was thy Senfe matur'd, And long in fwaddled Ignorance immured. Thy Candle, placed in a brittle Urn, Dfmly and weak at firft began to bum. Nature, enlightened but by flow Degrees, Objects, imperfectly diftinguiftYd, (ees. Short is the Time betwixt his Birth and Death,. And may To .morrow draw his lateft Breath ; Flutters a-while upon the bufy Scene, For Pleafure moU his Appetite is keen. The Curtain drawn, the Man no more appears, The darken'd Stage a gloomy Afpect wears. The Matter, Death, at length has cios'd the $hy> And fent his Audience mournfully away. At length this Mighty Man, who look'd fo brave, Purs'd in a Coffin, drops intf the Grave. 164 KlEROCtYPHICKS, Bbok V£ HIEROGLYPHICK II. How firft God lighted up the Soul In Man, a Lump of heavy Mould ; And how the Soul and Body's join'd, Deep fearching Reafon cannot find. Book VL Moral cud Divine, i 65 HIEROGLYPHIC*: IL The Sours ■ Original, TH E Candle's lighted— but from whence f What tire gave the Touch ? The Soul its Being does commence- — But how— who will avouch ? Let there be Light — was the Command Which lighted up the Day ; By the fame Breath the Soul is fann'd, And vivifies its Clay. Reflexion. That I've a Soul, is evident to me, As plainly noted, as I hear and lee ; EMe what's this Principle that leads me on* A Great, a World-creating God to own ? What is't inftrucls me in a Night ferene. To view and wonder at theglork'us Scene ? Thofe twinkling Fires fo beautifully bright. And Lufius Orb that divers o'er the Night t "Who caught me hence to form an Argument* To prove a Pow'r Divine Omnipotent ? What is this Reafon which I feel reflects, Virtue commends, and Vice with Scorn rejects ? Have Beads this Faculty ? Can they difcern Falihood from Truth, or nice Diftinclions learn ? No, *tis a Gift peculiar to Man, Implanted in him when hefirft began. But how this Candle firft received Light, And gradually fhines in him 10 bright, Our deepeft Searches never can explore, And mtfft alcribc to an Almighty Pow'r. i66 liiEHoGLYfcHicks-, BookVt. *************************** HIEROGLYPHICKin. The Candle's lighted, but I doubt A Puff of Wind will blow it out ; Such is our Lifej and fuch our Breath, Each Moment liable tjp Death. HIEROGLYPHICK HL Death enters with Life. NO fooner does the Taper ftiine* And fpreads its Light about, But Death's black Troops their Forces join, Refolv'd to put it out; With furious Blaits weak Life affail, And foon, dr late, o'er it prevail. The Breath of Man is but a Puff, Drawn and returned with Eafe ; Death takes his Light, and leaves the Snuffy At once his Glories ceafe. When Life begins, Death takes his Aim, And never fails to kill his Game*. Reflexion. Cur youthful Candle gives a vig'rous Light, And mines with Luftre, fparkling, gay and bright Pleas'd w^behold the Objects it reveals, And ev'ry Senfe its joyful Influence feels. But fhort and flalhing is the Flame it fhews, And pufTd about by ev'ry Wind that blows. Life to a thoufand Dangers is exposed, And by ten thoufand Ways from Being loos'd. Seeds of Difeafes in the Body lurk, Still growing inward as for Death they wo*k. What Numbers has the deep-mouth'd Sea derour'd ! What Numbers fall beneath the murd'ring Sword .' What dreadful Havock, by Divine Command, The Plague has made throughout a guilty Land ! Nor Sex, nor Age* nor Strength, nor Beauty fpar'd^ All have alike the wafting Judgment lhar'd. Death with his Dart Hands ready at the Door, He ftrikes but once, but then his Stroke is fore *68 Hieroglyphicks, Book VL HIEROGLYPHICK IV. Snuff not your Candle down too low, The more it's trimm'd, the lei's 'twill {hew $ So of your Bodies be not nice — You may, you know, be oyer- wife* dBook VT. Moral and Divi n e. i 69 HIERO GLYPH ICK IV. Nature her own ~Do5lor. TH E Candle too much fnuff'd, will lofe Much of its Light, which weakly grows s Endanger'd too by ev'ry Blaft, A Miracle if it mould lait ! Thus our dear Bodies we may nurfe, And cook them up to fill a Hcarfe : The Doclor, by his Boles and Pill.e, Our Health deilroys, and Nature kHis. R E f l e x 1 o n . What mighty Care, what anxious Pain* we take, That no crofs-Winds our Tabernacle fhake ! This crazy Body, how we vamp and mend ! What Time to keep it in Repair we fpend ! How charily we nurfe the Fondling up, • As if its Welfare was our utmoit Hope ! Vet, much deceiv'd, we take the wrongeft Mean?, And by our over Care defeat our Ends. The Candle, too much inurPd, will dimly burn, And too much Phyfick to Difeafes turn. Luxurious Diet will Diftempers breed, Ir.fhme the Blood, and Death untimely fpeed. What Numbers by the learned Doctor die? The Pill and Bolus tell che Reafon why. The Air, the Earth, and St a are fearched thro' For coftly Drugs, when fimple Things woujd do, Nature is plain, and modelt are her Calls, When over-charg'd, her f.ck'ning Stomach palls ; Give her but Scope, and Health renew'd fhe'Illee.' And render ujelefs all the Doctor's Ski 1 ! H - 170 'Hieroglyphicks, Book Vfc HIEROGLYPHICK V. Let Boreas blow, the Taper's fcreen'd, Nor can be pufPd by any Wind ; Thus the good Man need never fear, Since he is ftill an Angel's Care. Book VI. MoRAl and Divine. i;r HIEROGLYPH I CK V. Angels our Guard. IF Guardian Angels will befriend, And Life's weak Taper fafe defend From the tempeftuous Blaft, If I am Providence's Care, No threatening Dangers J will fear, By fuch a Friend embrae'd. Blefs God, my Soul, with Heart and Tongue, Who has preferv'd my Life fo long, And let me here remain ; Long, long e'er this, my bufy He2d Might have been number'd with the Dead, And Thou in endlefs Pain. Reflexion. When a poor pious Chriftian is diflrefs'd, Malign'd, infulted, injur'd, and opprefs'd ; When wicked Men with Devils are combin'd, And in a dire Confederacy join'd To work his Ruin, with malicious Spite, And leave no Means untry'd, by Day or Night, At all their Rage contemptuoufly he fmiles Derides their Gins, and tramples on their Wiles, Of God's Protection he is well affur'd, And by his Angels from his Foes fecur'd. Thus nobly guarded, what has he to fear ? So (hjelded, well he may their Powers dare. He fees by Faith his Guardian Angels round, Ready their wicked Counfels to confound. Encourag'd thus, his pious Courfe purfues, Frefh Spirits gathers, and his Strength renews; Humbly himfelf to Providence refigns, Aqd gives his Fears and Terrors to the Wind. H 2 \J% HlEROGLYPHICKS, Book VL & & & & & & & & & & & & )& & J& )|t & J& & lit J& & & )& HIEROGLYPHICK VI. Death why fo fail ? pray flop your Hand, And let my Glafs run out its Sand : As neither Death nor Time will flay, Let us improve the prefent Day. T Book VI. M'oral^/D ; ivinb. 173 HIEROGLYPHICK VI. Time and Death. I M E is ever on the Wing, Death awaits usev'ry Hour; Can we laugh and play and fing, Subjeft to fo dread a Pow'r ? Time and Death for none will flay, Not perhaps another Day. But tho' Death mud have his Will, Ye: old Time prolongs the Date, 'Till the Meafure we mail nil That's allotted us by Fate : When that's done, then Time and Death Both agree to take our Breath. Reflexion. Nature is regular in ev'ry Part, / Nor does from her appointed Purpofe dart. To human Paflions (he has no Regard, . Complaints and Prayers are by her unheard. She points the proper Seafon we mould take, And crofles thofe who this known Rule neglecl. As Time his Progrefs never will delay To humour Man, nor at his Bidding flay, Let him the Lock, which Time wears on his Brow, Hold fait, and right improve th' important Now. Time he has now, To-morrow may have none, For Death may feize him e'er another Sun. Pleafure or Bus'nefs, whether he purfues, Wifely he mould the prefent Moments ufe ; But above all th'important Work attend On which his future B.ifs or Woe depend. For Death will foon muff out the Light of Life, Which ends his Labours and his mortal Strife; Let us be wife each Moment to improve, By this we fhall fecure the Joys above. H 3 174 HiiRoGLYPHiGfcs, BeokVE HIEROGLYPHICK VII. When Sol's in his Meridian Blaze, No other Lights can fhew their Face : When God reveals his glorious Light* Our brighteft Day's as dark as Night. Book VI. Moral and Divine. 175 HIEROGLYPHICK VII. *Fhe Glory of God unfuppor table. THE glorious Sun's Meridian Ray Will bear no other Light ; For He alone will rule the Day, UnrivallM in his Height : All lefTer Lights his Power own, Obfequious veil before his Throne. What is the Light that Man can boaft, Lo rd, when compar'd to Thine ? It is extinguifhed and loft, If thy full Glory fhine : No mortal Eye e'er yet beheld, Nor can, thy Glory wfcen reveal'd. Reflexion. O God ! when we employ our Thoughts on Thee, We're loft, bewilder'd in Immenfity. Thy Glory dazzles Reafon's weakly Sight, And quite confounds it with amazing Light. If Angels, perfect in (o high Degree, Veil their bright Vifage impo ent to fee The fall, the glorious, and refulgent Blaze, Too fiercely darting from th* Almighty's Face, How can we wretched Mortals glance a Look Half-way to Thee, and not with Biindnefs ftruck J Our Pow'rs are weaken'd by the Force of Sin, And Mifts of dark'ning Errors intervene. Prevailing Lufts our Faculties obfcure, Our Nature is debas'd, our Thoughts impure. To the Allurements of the World refign'd, Our Thoughts and Profpetts are to them confin'd. O with fome bright'ning Ray difpel our Night, Our dark'ned Souls irradiate with thy Light. Give us fome diitant Glympfe of what (hall bfc Our Heav'n of Glory to Eternity. H 4 xj6 Hiuoglv phic rs, Book VI', HIEROGLYPHICK VIII. The Sun eclips'd, appears forlorn ; A Candle in a darken'd Horn Helps none ; and fuch that Merit is Which none but its PofTeflbr fees. BbokVL Mqral^Divine. 177 HIEROGLYPHICK VIII. The Tyark-Lanthorn. BY a Dark-Lanthorn who will fay He right his Steps dire&s ? Tiie Light within no Beams convey, Nor fplendid Rays reflects. Thus he who is with Talents blefsM Superior to Mankind, Yet if he hides them in his Breafr, Who can their Merits find r The heav'nly Gifts on him beftow'd,.. For great and noble Ends, Are loft, nor can produce one Good, . Nor make him; any Friends. Reflexion* Example teaches more than Precepts can* And Man is-fet a Looking-glafs for Man ;« Reafon will ufe her Arguments in vain„.- Few Profelites her Rhetorick will gain • To Virtue's Caufe, if Virtue don't appear J« lively Aclion at the PkaderYBar. Her Beauties told, the Ear aMoment charm,. But by the Eye alone the Heart they warm-^ Goodnefs concealed can no Merit claim, And is no better than^an empty Name. 'Tis Aclion lr & & Si & & & & & & & & & jIt& & jlnSc & & & )lr HIEROGLYPHICK XIL At Forty we become fedate, Steady in Action or- Debate ; Error and Truth diftinclly know^ And then are wife, if ever. fo,' Book VI, M o R a l and D i v i n je. 18:5 HIEROGLYPHICK XIL Mddk-Age. HO W fteady burns the Taper, Life, When Youth by Age is cool'd I Keaion and Fafiion end their Strife, By Wifdom over-rui'd. The Man, by long Experience taught, To ripen'd Knowledge grows ; His Judgment chufes what it ought,. Nor is deceiv'd by Shews. His calm Reflection what is paft Impartially reviews j Condemns the Follies once embraced, And Truth alone purfues. •■ ■ Reflexion, To fober Forty he at length's arriv'd ; Wonder of Mercy that fo long he's liv'd ! Refleclive Reafon now aflumes her Place, And pafies Judgment on his former Days ; S?es all the Follies of his patted Youth,, Difcerns his Errors, and adheres to Truth; If Virtue was. the ObjacT: he purfu'd, With double Pleafure he enjoys the Good. Jf Vice and Folly have engrofb'd his Prime, Rsfolv'd Amendment fhall redeem his Time, With fteady Purpofe he what's Good felefts, What's Bad, with Refolution firm rejects. By long Experience taught, Mankind he know*s 9 . Nor can their Fallacies on him impefe. Firm is his Faith, and fixed as a Rock, And bears unmoved the. fevereft. Shock. x86 HiiROciYPHiCKs, BookVt 'HIEROGLYPHICK XIII. The Sun from his Meridian Height Gradual defcends with weaker Light : Of Fifty turn'd, Man down-hill goes, 'Till a mere Shade on Earth he grows, Book VI. Moral