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 DIVINE AND MORAL: 
 
 TOGETHER WITH 
 
 HIEROGLYPHICS 
 
 O F T HE 
 
 LIFE OF MAN. 
 
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 W.DCC.LXXVIi, 
 
RECOMMENDATORY 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 IN an age of uncommon dlflipation and levity, 
 and in which every expedient is invented, tliat 
 can vitiate the mind, and corrupt the heart ; 
 
 the REAL CHRISTIAN and TRUE PATRIOT fhould 
 
 lofe no opportunity to make an humble and bold 
 attempt to ftop thQ current of vice, which muft be 
 attended with the moft fatal efFecls. " Rari _qutppe 
 " boni ;" the good are fcarce and few : but how- 
 ever, it ill becomes them to be idle in the beil caiife ; 
 v/hile thofe o^ an oppofits chara(!?cer are fo lefoluce, 
 induftrious^ and perfevering, in the wor-jL 
 
 The pious education of youth is an obje£l of the 
 utmoft importance to the fafety, the peace, and pro- 
 fperity of the commonwealth. One of the ftatutes 
 of Henry IV. of France begins thus : *' The hap- 
 pinefs of kingdoms and people, and efpecially of 
 a chriftian ftatc, depends upon the good educa- 
 tion of youth : whereby the minds of the crude 
 and unfkilful are civilized and fainioned ; and 
 fuch as would otherwife be ufeiefs^ and of no va- 
 lue, are qualified to difcharge the feveral offices of 
 the ilate with ability and fuccefs : by that they 
 a 2 *' are 
 
iv PREFACE. 
 
 " are taught their inviolable dutres to God, thck 
 *' parents, and their country, with the refped: and 
 " obediejice which they owe co kings and magif- 
 «' tratcs.'* 
 
 Whatever can tend to produce fuch happy 
 effects as thefe, and to correcSl that ftrong inclinatioa 
 to ill which is fo deeply rooted in young people, and 
 which v/ill never want the fanclion of example, be- 
 comes a p2ilj/i'c good, and ought to meet with public 
 gncoura^e?:ient. So fays unfeigned zeal for religion^ 
 and genuine love for our country. 
 
 Upon this prefumption, it is hoped that Qy arles'^ 
 Emblems will meet with that reception which the 
 merit and utility of fuch an original work demands r 
 2ind which is not only calculated to convey the moft 
 important leilbns of irillru^lion into youthful mindsj 
 but to convey them in the moft pleafant and enter- 
 taining manner ; by hieroglyphics, or figurative figns 
 and fymbols of divine, facred, and fupernatural 
 things : by which mode of communicating know- 
 ledge, the fancy is charmed, the invention is exer- 
 cifed, the mind informed, and the heart improved. 
 *■ Labor ipfe voluptas,'* 
 
 The peculiar excellency of this publication, 
 which is now become fo fcarce as with difficulty to 
 be pufchafed at all j a fair and elegant copy of 
 which is promifed us by the editor at a vaft expence ; 
 is, that it contains a fort of wifdom in which young 
 and old, learned and unlearned, are equally con- 
 cerned ^ and without which, the greateft philofophcr 
 
 is 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 is an arrant fool. For, however highly we may 
 efteem human arts and fciences in their proper 
 place, it will ever be true, that *' the wifdom of this 
 *' world ifi fooliflmefs with Go'.'.'* 
 
 Various and elaborate means are purfued, in 
 order to furniili the minds of our youth with fahii- 
 lous knowledge, and to fill them with the frivolous 
 tales of heathentjh fcience ; the very perfection of 
 which deferves but little, if any praife. And it is, 
 no doubt, a fad proof of univ^erfal degeneracy, that 
 the Metantor'ph:ijes of an Ovid are preferred, in our 
 fchools, to the facred Realities of Mofes and the Pro^ 
 ph^ts ; and a young perfon is taught to be as much 
 afFe£ied with the recital of the difmal fate of Phae- 
 Wii filters, as by that of Ifaac^ or of a greater than 
 Ifaac^ when offered up a lacrifice to the God of 
 heaven. 
 
 Let us, however, hope for better times and better 
 things : when every human fcience fliall be made 
 fubfervient to divine ; when the invaluable know- 
 ledge of t\i& facred writings fhall have its due place 
 and due honor; and when Quarles's Emblems 
 fhalL at kaft, be preferred to the comparative non>- 
 fenfe of the Fantheon and Ovid's Fpiftles. 
 
 C. De Coetlogon., 
 Lower Grofuenor Plaa* 
 
 a 3 Te 
 
To my much honoured, and no lefs truly 
 beloved Friend, 
 
 EDWARD BENLOWES, esq^ 
 
 My dear Friend, 
 
 rOU have put the theorho into my handy and 
 I have played : you gave the muftcian the 
 firft encouragement \ the mufic returneth to 
 you for patronage. Had it been a light air^ no 
 doubt but it had taken the moft^ and^ among them^ 
 the worfi 5 but being a grave ftrain., my hopes are^ 
 that it will pleafe the beft^ andy among them^ you. 
 Toyijh airs pleafe trivial ears \ they kifs the fancy y 
 and betray it. 'They cry Hail, firft % and after ^ 
 Crucify : let daws delight to immerd themfelves 
 in dung^ whilft eagles fcorn fo poor a game as 
 flies, Sir^ you have art and candour j let the om 
 iudgCy let the other eiccufe 
 
 Tour moft affe5fionate Friend^ 
 
 FRA. QUARLES. 
 
 T O 
 
TO THE READER. 
 
 ANEmblemis but a filent parable: let 
 not the tender eye check, to fee the 
 allufion to our blefled Saviour figured in 
 thefe types. In holy fcripture he is fome^ 
 times called a fower, fometimes a fiiher, fome- 
 times a phyfician ; and why not prefented fo» 
 as well to the eye as to the ear ? Before the 
 knowledge of letters, GOD was known by 
 Hieroglyphics. And indeed v/hat are the 
 heavens, the earth, nay, every creature, but 
 Hieroglyphics and Emblems of his glory -? 
 I have no more to fay : I wiih thee as much 
 pleafure in the reading, as I had in writing* 
 Farewell^ Reader.. 
 
 BY 
 
BY fathers back'd, by holy writ led on. 
 Thou fhew'it a way to heav'n by Helicon: 
 The Mufes' font is confecrate by thee. 
 And Poefy baptiz'd Divinity. 
 Bleft foul, that here embark'fl: : thou fail'fl apace^ 
 'Tis hard to- fay, mov*d more by wit or grace. 
 Each mufe fo plies her oar : but O the fail 
 Is fiU'd from heav'n with a diviner gale : 
 When poets prove divines, why {hould not I 
 Approve in verfe this divine poetry ? 
 Let this fuffice to ticenfe thee the prefs : 
 I muft no more, nor could the truth fay lefs. 
 Sic approbavit RIC. LOVE, Procan. Cant. 
 
 Tot Flores QUARLES, quot Paradifiis habec. 
 Lectori bene male-volo, 
 
 ^n legit ex Horto hoc Flares^ ^ui carpit, uterque 
 
 Jure poteft Violas dicere, jure Rofas : 
 ^onlParnaJfo FIOLAM, Fejihi R S E T O 
 
 Carpit Apollo^ magis quae fit amoena, RO SJ M,. 
 Quot Verfus VIOLAS legis ; & quern verba locutuai 
 
 Credis, verba dedit : Nam dedit ille ROSAS, 
 XJtque Ego non dicam haec VIOLAS fuaviHima y Tate 
 
 Ipfe facis VIOLAS^ Livide, fi violas. 
 Nam velut e VI LIS fibi fugit Aranca virus : 
 
 Vertis at in fuccos Hafque ROSASque tuos. 
 Quas violas ASifas^ VIOLAS puto, quafque recufas 
 
 Dente tuo rofaSf has, reor, effe ROSAS. 
 Sic rofasy facis effe ROSA^, dura, Zoile, rodis :^ 
 
 Sic facies has VIOLAS, Lividc^ dum violas.^ 
 Brent Hall, EDW. BENLOWES. 
 
 i^34- THE 
 
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 iJiiru. Cceltun aipi-cio Solitnj. de^icio 
 
Book I. EMBLEMS. ^ 
 
 THE 
 
 FIRST BOOK. 
 
 The invocation. 
 
 ROufe thee, my foul, and drain thee from the dregs 
 Of vulgar thoughts: fcrew up the heightened pegs 
 Of thy fublime theorbo four notes higher. 
 And higher yet, that fo the fhrill-mouth'd choir 
 Of fwift-wingM feraphims may come and join. 
 And make. thy concert moi-e than half divine. 
 Invoke no mufe ; let Heav'n be thine Apollo j 
 And let his facred influences hallow 
 Thy high-bred ftrains. Let his full beams infpire 
 Thy ravifh'd brains vi^ith more heroic fire : 
 Snatch thee a quill from the fpread eagle's wing. 
 And, like the morning lark, mount up and fing : 
 Caft ofF thefe dangling plummets, -that fo clog 
 Thy laboring heart, which gropes in this dark fog 
 Of dungeon earthy let flefh and blood forbear 
 To flop thy flight, till this bafe world appear 
 A thin blue landfcape : let thy pinions foar 
 So high a pitch, that men may feem no more 
 Than pifmires, crawling on this mole- hill earth. 
 Thy ear untroubled with their frantic mirth , 
 Let not the frailty of thy fle/li diflurb 
 Thy new -concluded peace ; let reafon curb 
 Thy hot-mouth 'd palHon ; and let heav'n's fire feafon 
 The frefh conceits of thy corre(5led reafon. 
 Difdain to warm thee at luft's fmoaky fires. 
 Scorn, fcorn to feed on thy old bloat defires : 
 Come, come, my foul, hoife up thy higher fails. 
 The wind blows fair 3 (hall we flill creep like fnails. 
 
 That 
 
10 EMBLEMS. BookL 
 
 That glide their ways with their own native flimes ? 
 No, we muft fly like eagles ; and our rhymes 
 Muft mount to heav'n, and reach th' Olympic ear ; 
 Our heav'n-blown fire muft leek no other fphere. 
 
 Thou great Theanthropos, that giv'ft and ground'ft- 
 Thy gifts in duft, and from our dunghill crown'ft 
 Reflecting honour, taking, by retale. 
 What thou haft giv'n in grofs, from lapfed, frail. 
 And fmful man : that drink'ft full draughts, wherein 
 Thy children's leprous fingers, fcurf 'd with fin. 
 Have paddled ; cleanfe, O cleanfe my crafty foul 
 From fecret crimes, and let my thoughts controul 
 My thoughts : O teach me ftoutly to deny 
 Myfelf, that I may be no longer I : 
 Enrich my fancy, clarify my thoughts. 
 Refine my drofs j O wink at human faulty ; 
 And, through the Hender current of my quill, 
 Convey thy current, whofe clear ftreams may fill 
 The hearts of men with love, their tongues with praife: 
 Crown me with glory, take who lift the bays. 
 
 Ja M ES 
 
Bt.J^ 
 
 Totus MuncLos in.Mali^iiol.lMaliKg'iioipofi.Uis cfi 
 
Book I. EMBLEMS. j, 
 
 I. 
 
 James i. 14. 
 
 Everyman is tempted, when he is drawn away hy his 
 own luj}^ and enticed. 
 
 Serpent. Eve. 
 
 S^^.^^TOt eat ? not tafte ? not touch ? not caft an eye 
 ^^ Upon the fruit of this fair tree? And whyf 
 Why eat'fl; thou not what Heav'n ordain'd for food i 
 Orcanftthou think that bad which Heav'n cali'd good ? 
 Why was it made, if not to be enjoy'd ? 
 Negle£l of favours makes a favour void : 
 Bleflings unus'd, pervert into a wafte. 
 As well as furfeits ; woman, do but tafte : 
 See how the laden boughs make filent fuit 
 To be enjoy'd ; look how their bending fruit 
 Meet thee half-way : obferve but how they crouch 
 To kifs thy hand j coy woman, do but touch : 
 Mark what a pure vermilion blufh has dy'd 
 Their fwelling cheeks ; and how for ihanie they hide 
 Their palfy heads, to fee themfeives ftand by 
 Negleiied : Woman, do but caft an eye. 
 What bounteous Heav'n ordain'd for ufe, refufe not : 
 Come, pull and eat : y'abufe the thing ye ufe not, 
 
 Eve» Wifeft of beafts, our great Creator did 
 Referve this tree, and this alone forbid ; 
 The reft are freely ours, which doubtlefs are 
 As pleafmg to the tafte ; to th'eye as fair : 
 But touching this, his ftri6l commands are fuch, 
 'Tis death to tafte, no lefs than death to touch. 
 
 Serp. Piih ; death's a fable : did not Heav'n mfpire 
 Your equal elements with living fire, 
 
 3 Blown 
 
1^ EMBLEMS. Book I. 
 
 Blown from the fpring of life ? Is not that breath 
 Immortal f Come ; ye are as free from death 
 As he that made you. Can the flames expire 
 Which he has kindled ? Can ye quench his fire ? 
 Did, not the great Creator's voice proclaim 
 Whatever he made (from the blue fpangled frame 
 To the poor leaf that trembles) very good ? 
 Blefs'd he not both the feeder and the food ? 
 Tell, tell me, then, what danger can accrue 
 From fuch bleft food, to fuch half gods as you ? 
 Curb needlefs fears, and let no fond conceit 
 Abufe your freedom ; woman, take and eat. 
 
 Eve. 'Tis true, we are immortal -, death is yet 
 Unborn, and, till rebellion make it debt. 
 Undue j I know the fruit is good, until 
 Prefumptuous difobedience make it ill. 
 The lips that open to this fruit's a portal 
 To let in death, and make immortal mortal, fnot, 
 Serp, You cannot die ; come, woman, tafte, and fear 
 Eve. Shall Eve tranfgrefs ? I dare not, O I dare not, 
 Serp. Afraid ? Why draw'ft thou back thy tim'rous 
 Harm only falls on fuch as fear a harm. [arm ? 
 
 Heav'n knows and fears the virtue of this tree ; 
 'Twill make you perfedt gods as well as He. 
 Stretch forth thy band, and let thy fondnefs never 
 Fear death : do, pull, and eat, and live for ever, 
 
 Ev£. 'Tis but an apple ; and it is as good 
 To do, as to defire. Fruit's ma 'e for food : 
 ril pull, and tafte, and tempt my Adam too 
 To know the fecrets of this dainty, Serp. Do, 
 
 S. CHRYS. 
 
Book L E M B L E M S. 13 
 
 S. CHRYS. fup. Matth. 
 
 He forced him not : he touched him net : only faid, Cafl 
 thyfelfdovvn ; that we may knoiv^ that vjhojotver obeyeth 
 the devil ^ cafteih himj elf down : for the devil fnay fuggefi^ 
 compel he cannot, 
 
 S. B E R N. in Ser. • 
 
 // is the deviVs part to fu^geft : ours^ not to confent. As 
 oft as we refift him^ fo often we overco?ne him : as often at 
 we overcome him, fo often we bring joy to the angels^ and 
 glry to God: who oppofeth us, that zve may contend y and 
 (iffijlcth us^ that we may conquer. 
 
 EPIG. I. 
 
 Unlucky parliament 1 wherein , at I all, 
 Both houfes are agreed, and firmly pail 
 An a£i of death confirm'd by higlier powers : 
 O had ic had but fuch fuccefs as ours ! 
 
 Vol. L B James 
 
14 E M B L E M S. Book. I. 
 
 ir. 
 
 J A M E S i. 15. 
 
 Tloen ivhen luft hath ccncehed^ it hringcth forth fin ; and 
 f,n, when it is finijhed^ hringcth forth death* 
 
 I. 
 
 LAment, lament ; look, look, what thou haft done : 
 J Lament the world's, lament thine own eftate ; 
 Look, look, by doing, how thou art undone ; 
 
 Lament thy fall, lament thy change of ftate : 
 Thy faith is broken, and thy freedom gone. 
 Sec, fee too, foon, what thou lamcnc'ft too late. 
 O thou that wert fo many rnen, nay, all 
 Abridg'd in one ! how has thy defp'rate fall 
 Deflioy'd thy unboin feed, deftro/4 thyfelf withai \ 
 
 Uxorious Adam, whom thy Maker made 
 
 Equal to angels that excel in powT, 
 What haft thou done ? O why haft thou obeyM 
 
 Thy own deflru6lion ? Like a new-cropt flowV, 
 How does the glory of thy beauty fade ! 
 How are thy fortunes blafted in an hour ! 
 
 How art thou cow'd,that had'ft the pow'r to quell 
 The fpite of new-falTn angels, baffle hell. 
 And vie with thofe chatftood, and vanquifti thofcthat 
 
 [fell ! 
 
 3- 
 
 See how the world (whofe chafte and pregnant womb 
 Of late conceived, and brought forth nothing ill) 
 
 3 ^' 
 
Sic !Makun ceridit uractitri 3ti oiune MiGiun . 
 
BooKl. E M B L E M S. ,5 
 
 Is now degenerated, and become 
 
 A bafe adulterefs, whofe falfe births do fill 
 The earth wkh monfters. monfters that do roam 
 And rage about, and make a trade to kill : 
 
 Now g]u:t'ny paunches ; luft begins to jj^awa^ 
 Wrath takes revenge, and avarice a pawn ; 
 l^ale envy pines, pride fwells, and floth begins to yawn. 
 
 4- 
 The air that whlfper'd, now begins to roar ; 
 
 And bluft'ring Boreas blows the boiling tide ; 
 The white-mouth'd water now ufurps the fhore, 
 
 And fcorns the pow'r of her tridental guide ; 
 The fire now burns, that did but warm before. 
 And rules her ruler with refiftiefs pride : 
 
 Fire, water, earth, and air, that firft were made 
 To be fubdu'd, fee how they now invade ; 
 Theyrulewhomoncetheyferv'd, command where once 
 
 [obey'd. 
 
 5- 
 Behold, that nakedness, that late bewray'd 
 
 Thy glory, now's become thy fhanye, thy wonder ; 
 Behold, thofe trees, whofe various fruits were made 
 
 For food, now turn'd a fhade to fhrov/d thee under j 
 
 Behold, that voice (which thou haft difobey'd). 
 
 That late was mufic, now affrights like thunder ; 
 
 Poor man ! are not thy joints grown fore with Oia- 
 
 To view th'eftecl of thy bold undertaking, [king 
 
 That in one hour did ft mar what Heav'n fix days was 
 
 [making ? 
 
 B2 S. AU- 
 
i6 E M B L E M S. Book I. 
 
 S. AUGUST, lib. i. de Lib. Arbit. 
 
 . // is a moj} jufl puni/hment^ that man Jidould lofe that 
 freedom tvhich man could not ufe^ yet had power to keep^ 
 if he zuouid ; and that he who had knowledge to do what 
 was rights and did not, Jhould he deprived of the know- 
 ledge of what was right : and that he who would not do 
 righteoufy when he had the power ^ ftjould loje the power 
 to do it when he had the will. 
 
 Hugo de Anlma. 
 
 ^hey an jujlly puni/hed, that almfe lawful things ; but 
 they an mo/i juHly punijhed^ that ufe unlawful things ;. 
 thus Lucifer fell from heaven \ thus Adam hji his para- 
 dife. 
 
 EPIG. 2. 
 
 See how thefe fruitful kernels, being cad 
 Upon the earth, how thick they fpring 1 how faft ! 
 A full-ear'd crop and thriving, rank and proud ; 
 Prepoft'rous man iirft fow'd, and then he ploughed. 
 
 P R r. 
 
BJ J:m/^.j 
 
 TJt potior . patior, patieris/noapotiens . 
 
Book I. EMBLEMS. j; 
 
 III. 
 
 pR o V. xiv. 13, 
 
 Even in laughter the heart is forrowful^ and the end of 
 
 that mirth is heavinefs, 
 
 I. 
 
 A Las ! fond child, 
 Xx, How are thy thoughts beguIPd 
 To hope for honey from a neft of wafps ? 
 Thou may 'ft as well 
 Go feeic for ea(e in hell. 
 Or fprightly ne6tar from the mouths of afps-, 
 
 2. 
 
 The world's a hive. 
 From whence thou can 'ft derive 
 No good, but what thy foul's vexation brings . 
 Put cafe thou meet 
 Some petti- petti- fweet. 
 Each drop is guarded with a thou:'and flings. 
 
 3- 
 Why doft thou make 
 Thefe murm'ring troops forfake 
 The fafe protection of their waxen hones ? 
 Their hive contains 
 No fweet that's worth thy pains ; 
 There's nothing here, alas! bu: en pty combs* 
 
 4- 
 For trafh and toys. 
 And gricf-engend'ring joys. 
 
^8 EMBLEMS. BaoKL 
 
 What torment feems too-ibarp for flefti and blood ! 
 What bitter pills. 
 Composed of real ills, 
 Men fwa]l.o\v down, to purehafe one falfe good ! 
 
 5- 
 
 The dainties here. 
 Are jeaft what they appear ; 
 Though fweet in hopes, yet in fruition four : 
 I'he fruit that's yelJoWy 
 Is found not always mellow j 
 The faireft tulip's not the fwectefl flow'r. 
 
 6. 
 Fond youth, give o'er. 
 And vex thy foul no more 
 In feeking what were better far unfound j. 
 Alas ! thy gains 
 Are only prefent pains 
 T© gather fcorpions for a future wound.. 
 
 7- 
 What's earth ? or in it. 
 That longer than a minute, 
 Gan lend a free delight that can endure f 
 O who would droil *, 
 Or delve in fuch a foil. 
 Where gain's uncertain, and the pain is fure ^ 
 
 ^ Drail, u e. drudge. 
 
 S. A 17- 
 
Soofc J. £ M S L £ I!^ S, *9-, 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 Sweeinefs in temporal matters is deceitful : it is a /*- 
 hour and a perpetual fear ; // is a dangerous pleafure^ 
 whofe beginning is without prcvidence^ and- wboje end is 
 not withiut repentance* 
 
 HUGO. 
 Luxury is an enticing pleafure-^ a baflardmirth\ which 
 hath honey in her mouthy gall in her hearty and a fling- 
 in her taiL 
 
 EPIG. 3. 
 What, Gupid, are thy (hafts already made ? 
 And feeking honey to fet up thy trade. 
 True emblem of thy fweets ! Thy bees do brings 
 Honey in their mouths, but in their tails » fiing> 
 
 P s A I ?a 
 
m> EMBLEMS. BookL 
 
 IV. 
 
 Psalm Ixii. 29, 
 
 % be laid in the balance^ it is altogether lighter than 
 vanity. 
 
 PUT in another weight : 'tis yet too light : 
 And yet, fond Cupid, piit another in j. 
 And yet another : ftill there's under- weight : 
 Put in another hundred : put again ; 
 
 Add world to world ; then heap a thoufand more 
 To that ; then, to renew thy wafted ftore. 
 Take up more worlds on truft, to draw thy balance 
 
 £low*r, 
 2. 
 Put in the flefh, with all her loads of pleafure ; 
 Put in great Mammon's endtefs inventory j- 
 Put in the pt)nd'rous a<Sls of mighty Casfar : 
 Put in the greater weight of Sweden's glory ; 
 Add Scipio's gauntlet; put in Plato's gown i 
 Put Circe's charms, put in the triple crown. 
 Thy balance will not draw ; thy balance will not 
 
 [down. 
 
 Lord ? what a world is this, which day and night 
 
 Men feek with fo much toil, with fo much trouble ? 
 Which, weigh'd in equal fcales, is found fo light. 
 So poorly ov'crbalanc'd with a bubble ! 
 
 Good God ! that frantic mortals fhould dellroy 
 Their higher hopes, and place their idle joy 
 Upon fuch airy trafli, upon fo light a toy ! 
 
 Thoa 
 
^l.Um/r. 
 
 Quis levior r cuiplus pooderi adidit-Amor. 
 
Book I. EMBLEMS. 21 
 
 Thou bold impoftor, how haft thou befool'd 
 The tribe of man with counterfeit defire ! 
 How has the breath of thy falfe bellows cool'd 
 Heav'n's frceborn flame, and kindled baftard fire ! 
 How haft thou vented drofs inftead of treafure. 
 And cheated men with thy fal feweights and meafure. 
 Proclaiming bad for good 3 and gilding death with 
 
 [pleafure 1 
 
 The world's a crafty ftrumpet, moft affecting 
 
 And clofely following thofe that moft reject her; 
 But feeming carelefs, nicely difrefpeiting 
 And coyly flying thofe that moft aff'ed her : 
 If thou be free, ftie's ftrange; if ftrange, (he's free 5 
 Flee, and (he follows ; follow, and ftie'll flee : 
 Than fhe there's none n;ore coy, there's none more 
 
 [fond than fhe. 
 6. 
 O what a crocodilian world is this, 
 
 Compos'd of treach'ries, and infnaring wiles ! 
 She cloathes deftru6tion in a formal kifs. 
 And lodges death in her deftru6live fmiles ; 
 She hugs the foul fhe hates ; and there does prove 
 The very'ft tyrant, where fhe vows to love; 
 And is a ferpent moft, vvhen moft fhe feems a dove. 
 
 7- 
 Thrice happy he, whofe nobler thoughts defpife 
 
 To make an object of fo eafy gains ; 
 
 Thrice happy he, who fcorns fo poor a prize 
 
 Should be the crown of his heroic pains : 
 
 Thrice happy he, that ne'er was born to try 
 
 ■• Her frowns or fmiles : or, being born, did lie 
 
 In his fad nurfe's arms an hour or two, and die f 
 
 S. AU. 
 
tz EMBLEMS. Book I>, 
 
 S. AUGUST. lib. ConFefT. 
 
 you that dote upon this world, for ivhat vicf'jry do ye 
 fight ? Tour hopes can be crowned with no greater re^ 
 ward than the world can give ; and what is the worldy 
 hut a brittle thing full of dangers^ ivherein we travel 
 from lejfer to greater perils ? Q let all her vain, light ^ 
 momentary glory , perijh with h erf elf, and let us he con^ 
 Verfant with more eternal things. Jlas / this world is 
 miferable I life ii Jhort^ and~d$aih is furt. 
 
 EPIG. 4. 
 
 My foul, what's lighter than a feather ? Wind, 
 Than wind .? The fire. And what, than fire.? Tht 
 
 mind. 
 What's lighter than the mind ? A thought. Than 
 
 thought \ 
 This bubble world. What, than this bubble I 
 
 Nought. 
 
 I Qq?u 
 
B.I.SW:J-. 
 
 His -rertLtnr Orbis 
 
Book I. EMBLEMS. aj 
 
 V. 
 
 I C o R. vii. 13. 
 Tbefajhlon of this world pajfeth away, 
 
 GONE are thofe golden days, wherein 
 Pale confcience ftarted not at ugly fin : 
 
 When good old Batumi's peaceful throne 
 Was unufurped by his beaj-dlefs fon : 
 
 When jealous Ops ne'er fear'd th'abufe 
 Of her chafte bed, or breach of nuptial truce : 
 
 When juft Aftraea pois'd her fcales 
 in mortal hearts, whofe abfence earth bewails : 
 
 When froth-bern Venus and her brat. 
 With all that fpurious brood young Jove begat, . 
 
 In horrid fhapes were yet unknown : 
 Thofe halcyon days, that golden age is gone. 
 
 There was no client then to wait 
 The leifure of his long-tail'd advocate; 
 
 The talion law was in requeft, 
 And chanc'ry courts were Icept in ev'ry breaft : 
 
 Abufed ftatutes had no tenters, 
 And men could deal fecure without indentures : 
 
 There was no peeping hole to clear 
 The wittaPs * eye from his incarnate fear ; 
 
 There were no luftful cinders then 
 To broil the carbonado'd hearts of men : 
 
 The rofy cheeks did then proclaim 
 A fliame of guilt, but not a guilt of fname : 
 
 There was no whining foul to ftart 
 At Cupid's twang, or curfe his flaming dart; 
 
 The boy had then but callow wings. 
 And fell Erinnys' fcorpions had no Aings : 
 
 • iViualf i. e. a cuckold. 
 
 The 
 
24 EMBLEM S, Book I, 
 
 The better-a6led world did move 
 Upon the fixed poles of truth and love. 
 
 Love eflenc'd in the hearts of men ! 
 Then reafon rul'd, there vi^as no pafiion then j 
 
 Till luft and rage began to enter. 
 Love the circumfrence was, and love the centre ; 
 
 Until the wanton days of Jove, 
 The fimple world was all composed of love ; 
 
 But Jove grew flefhiy, falfe, unjuft ; 
 Liferior beauty fill'd his veins with lufl ; 
 
 And cucquean * Juno's fury hurlM 
 Fierce balls of rape into th' incefluous world : 
 
 Atiraea fled, and love return'd 
 From earth, earth boii'd with luft, with rage it burn*d. 
 
 And ever fince the world hath been 
 Kept going with the fcourge of luft and fplecn. 
 
 • Cucfuear,, i, e. whoriih. 
 
 S. AM. 
 
Book!. EMBLEMS. 15 
 
 S. AMBROSE. 
 
 Luft is a Jharp Jpur to vice, which always puiteih the 
 offeotions into a falfe gallop, 
 
 HUGO. 
 
 Luft is an imind derate wantonnefs of the jiejh^ a fiveet 
 poifon, a cruel peJiiUnce ; a pernicious pcifon^ which 
 weakeneth the body of man^ and effeminateth the Jlrength 
 of an heroic mind* 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 Envy is the hatred of another* s felicity : in refpe6i of 
 fuperiors^ hecaufe they are not eqUal ts them ; in refpe£i of 
 inferiors^ left he Jhoiild he equal to them ; in refpeif of 
 equals^ hecaufe they are equal to them : through envy pr^ 
 ceedcd th^ fall of the world, and death of Chrijl, 
 
 EPIG. 5. 
 
 What, Cupid, muft the world be lafh'd fo foon ? 
 But made at morning, and be whipt at noon ? 
 'Tis like the wag that plays with Venus' doves. 
 The more 'tis lafh'd, the mote perverfe it proves. 
 
 ECCLES. 
 
26 EMBLEMS., Bock I. 
 
 VI. 
 
 E c c L E s. ii. 17. 
 
 J II is -vanity and vexation of fpirlt. 
 
 HOW is the anxious foul of man befoord 
 In his defire, 
 7'hat th:n'<s an beclic fever may be coord 
 
 ]n flames of fire f 
 Or hopes to rake full heaps of burnifli'd gold 
 
 From nafly mjre ? 
 A whinins lover may as well requeft 
 
 A fcor nf ul b re aft 
 To melt in gentle tears, as woo the world for refl:. 
 
 2. 
 
 Let wit, anJ all her fludy'd plots efleiSl 
 
 The be ft they can ; 
 Let fmiling fortune profper and perfecSl 
 
 V/hiit wit began ; 
 Let earth iidvife with both, and fo projejSt 
 
 A happy man ; 
 Let wit or fawning fortune vie their bcft ; 
 
 He may be bieft 
 With all that earth can give ^ but earth can give no 
 
 [reft. 
 
 3- 
 
 Whv-.fc^ gold is double with a careful hand, 
 His cares are double ; 
 
 The 
 
1^.1 :E'r?f/6\ 
 
 In Criice tuta 
 
 qtues . 
 
FocK I. £ M B L E M S. 27 
 
 The pleafure, honour, vveaith of fea and land 
 
 Bring but a trouble ; 
 The world itielf, and all the world's command, 
 
 Is but a bubble. 
 The ftrong defires of man's infatiate bread 
 
 May ftand pofTeii: 
 Of all that earth can give ; but earth can o;ivc no 
 
 4- 
 
 The world's a feeming par'dlfe, but her own 
 
 And man's tormenter ; 
 Appearing fix'd, yet but a rolling ftone 
 
 Without a tenter ; 
 It is a vail circumfeicnce, where none 
 
 Can find a centre. 
 Of more than earth, can earth make none pcricfl: ^ 
 
 And he that leaft 
 Regards this reltlefs world, (hall in this world find 
 
 [reft. 
 5- 
 
 True refl confids not in the oft revving * 
 
 Cf worldly drofs 5 
 Earth's miry purchafe is not worth the buying ; 
 
 Her gain is lofs ; 
 Her reft but giddy toil, if not relyinrg 
 
 Upon her crofs. 
 How worldlings droll f for trouble ! That fond bread 
 
 That is pofleft 
 Of earth without a crofs, has earth without a reft. 
 
 * Re'uy'wr^ a term ufed at cards. 
 \ Dnitf i. e. drudgp, cr labor, 
 
 C 2 CASS. 
 
2$ EMBLEMS. Book L 
 
 CASS, in Pf. 
 
 7^^ crofs A the invirjcihlc janSiuary of the humble .^ thi 
 dejc^ion of the proud, the viSfory of Chrift, the dejiruc* 
 tion of the devil^ the confirmation of the faithful^ thi 
 (kath oj the unlnlie^iers^ the life of the jufi, 
 
 PAMASCEN. 
 
 l^he crofs of ChriJ} is thg hey of paradife ; the weak, 
 man' s flcff \ the converfs convoy : the upright man's per- 
 fe£licn \ the foul and body's health ; th^ prevention of all 
 ^yilj and the proiwrer of all good,. 
 
 EFIQ. 6. 
 
 WorldliRgs, whofe whimpering foWy holds the lofles 
 Of honour, pleafure, healtli, and wealth fuch crofl'eSj^ 
 Look here, and tell me what your arms Qngrofs : 
 Wh^ tM beft end of what he bug*3 a^roCs, 
 
 I V%r. 
 
B.I .^/^t/. 
 
 latet Hoftis.et Olia ducis 
 
Book I. E M B L E M G 
 
 o. 
 
 VII. 
 
 I P E T. V. 8. 
 
 Befcber^ be vigilant ; becaufe your adverfary the devil ^ 
 as a roaring lion^ walketh about ^ feeking whom he may 
 devour, 
 
 T. 
 
 WHY doft thou fufFer luftfull floth to creep 
 (Dull Cyprian lad f) into thy wanton brows ? 
 Is this a time to pay thine idle vows 
 At Morpheus' fhrine f is this a time to fteep 
 
 Thy brains in wafteful fl umbers ? up, and roufe 
 Thy leaden fpirit : Is this a time to fleep ? 
 Adjourn thy Tanguine dreams, awake, arife. 
 Call in thy thoughts ; and let them all advifs^ 
 Had'il thou as many heads as thou haft wouaded eyes* 
 
 2. 
 
 Look, look, what horrid furies do await 
 
 Thy flatt'ring {lumbers ! If thy drowfy head 
 But chance to nod, thou fa]ri4 into a bed 
 
 Of fu'ph'rous flames, whofe torments want a date.. 
 Fond boy, be wife : let not thy thoughts be fed 
 
 "With Phrygian wlfdom. ; fools are wife coo late: 
 Beware betimes ; and let thy reafon fever [never; 
 Thofe gates which pailion clos'd ; wake now or 
 
 For if thou nod'ft, thou fali'll:; and, falling, fall'ft for 
 
 [ever^ 
 
 3, Mai:k 
 
3fe EMBLEMS. Book L 
 
 3- 
 
 Mark, how the ready hands of death prepare : 
 His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart ; 
 He aims, he levels at thy flumbVing heart : 
 
 The wound is porting j O be wife, beware. 
 What, has the voice of danger loft the ait 
 
 To raife the fpirit of neglected care ? 
 
 Well, fleep thy fill, and take thy foft repofes - 
 But know, withal, fweet taftes have four clofes ; 
 
 And he repents in thorns^ that fieeps in beds of rofes, 
 
 4- 
 Yet, Huggard, wake, and gull thy foul no more 
 
 With earth's falfe pleafure, and the world's delight^ 
 
 Whofe fruit is fair, and pleafing to the fight. 
 But four in tafte, falfe as the putrid core : 
 
 Thy flaring glafs is gems at her h-alf light. 
 She makes thee feeming rich, but truly poor : 
 
 She boafts a kernel, and bcftows a /hell ; 
 
 Performs an inch of her fair-prom.is'd ell : 
 Her v/ords proteft a heav'fl j her works produce an 
 
 [hell. 
 5- 
 O thou, the fountain of whofe better part 
 
 Is earth'd and gravell'd up with vain defire : 
 
 That dally v/allow'ft in the ficfhly mire 
 And bafe pollution of a luftfull heart. 
 
 That feeVR no paliion, but in v; an ton fire,. 
 And own'ft no torment but in Cupid's dart ; 
 
 Behold thy type: thou fitt'ft upon this ball 
 
 Of earth, fecure ; while death, that fiings at all", 
 '.Stands armM to ftrike thee down, Vv'here flames attend 
 
 [thy fall. 
 
 S.BERN. 
 
Book I. EMBLEM S. 31^ 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 Security is no-where : neither in heaven, nor in para- 
 dife^ much lejs in the luorld : in heaven^ the angels fell 
 from the divine prefence ; in Paradife^ Adam fell from 
 his place of plea jure ; in the worlds Judas fell from the 
 fchool of our Saviour, 
 
 HUGO. 
 
 / eat fecure^ I drink fecure^ I fleep fecure, even as iho' 
 1 had paffed the day of deaths avoided the day of judg- 
 ment, and efcaped the torments of hell-fire : I play and 
 laugh, as though I were already triumphing in the king^ 
 dom of heaven. 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 Get up, my foul ; redeem thy flavifh eyes^ 
 From drowfy bondage : O beware ; be wife : 
 Thy foe's before thee ; thou muft tightj or fiy : 
 Life lies mofl open in a clofed eye. 
 
 Luke 
 
Ji E M B L E M S* Book L 
 
 VIII. 
 
 L U K E VI, 25. 
 
 JVoe he to you that laugh now^ for ye Jhall mourn and 
 weep, 
 
 HE world's a popular difeafe, that reigns 
 Within the froward heart and frantic brainU 
 Of poor diftemper'd mortals, oft arifing 
 From ill digeftion, through th'unequal poifing 
 Of ill-weigh'd elements, whofe light direds 
 Malignant humours to malign efFe<^s : 
 One raves and labours with a boiling liver ; 
 Rends hair by handfulls, curfing Cupid's quiver : 
 Another, with a bloody flux of oaths. 
 Vows deep revenge; onedoats : the other loathes : 
 One frilks and fings, and cries, A flaggon more 
 To drench dry cares, and make the welkin * roar: 
 Another droops : the fun-fiiinc makes him fad ; 
 Heav'n cannot picafe : one's mope'd ; the other's mad : 
 One hugs his gold ; another lets it fly : 
 He knowing not, for whom ; nor t'other, why. 
 One fpends his day in plots, his night in play ; 
 Another fleeps and flugs both night and day : 
 One laughs at this thing ; t'other cries for that: 
 But neither one nor t'other knows for what. 
 Wonder of wonders ! what we ought t^evice fy. 
 As our difeafe, we hug as our delight : 
 ' Tis held a fymptom of approaching danger. 
 When difacquainted fenfe becomes a ftraijger. 
 And takes no knowledge of an old difeafe j 
 But when a noilom grief begins to pleafe 
 
 * Welkin, an oJd word for fky. 
 '\ E'o'tUf i. Cr to fhun, or avoid. 
 
 The 
 
JB.I.^/^-^t? 
 
 £t rifu Tie cat 
 
BookI. emblems. 33 
 
 The unrefifting fenfe, it is a fear 
 
 That death has parly'd, and compounded there ; 
 
 As when the dreadful Thund'rer's awful hand 
 
 Pours forth a vial on th* infed^ed land. 
 
 At firft th' ziiFrighied mortals quake and fear^ 
 
 And evVy noife is thought the Thunderer : 
 
 But when the frequerit foul-departing bell 
 
 Has pav'd their ears with her familir.r knell, 
 
 It is reputed but a rine day's wonder. 
 
 They neither fear the Thund'rer, nor his thunder. 
 
 So when the world (a worfe difeafe !) began 
 
 To fmart for fin, poor new- created man 
 
 Could feek for fhelter, and his gen'rous fon 
 
 Knew by his wages what his hands had done: 
 
 But bold-face'd mortals in our blufn efs times •" 
 
 Can fmg and fmile, and make a fport of crimes, 
 
 Tranfgrefs of euftom, and rebel in eafe: 
 
 We falfe-joy'd fools can triumjh in difeafe, 
 
 And (as the carelefs pilgrim, being bit 
 
 By the Tarantula, begins a fit 
 
 Of life-concluding laughter) wafte our breath 
 
 In lavilh pleafure, till we laugh to death* 
 
 HUGO. 
 
34 S: M ^ L E M Si Book C 
 
 HUGO. 
 
 What profit is there in vain-ghry^ momentary mirtlr^ 
 the world's power ^ the flejh's pleafure, full riches^ noble 
 defcent^ and great dejires P IVhcre is their laughter ? 
 where is their mirth ? where their iiifolence ? their arro- 
 gance ? From how much joy ^ to how much fadnefs ! After 
 -hovj much mirth, how much mijery I From how great 
 glory are they fallen^ to hoiv great torment ! What hath 
 fallen to them, ?nay befal thee^ because thou art a man : 
 thou art of earth ; thou live ft of earth ; thou Jhalt return 
 to earth. Death expeSicth thee every-ivhere : be wife^ 
 therefore ^ &nd e^pe^ death every ^where. 
 
 EPIG. &. 
 
 What alh the fool to laugh ? Docs fomethmg pleafe 
 His vain conceit ? Or is't a mere difeafe ? 
 Fool, .giggle on, and wafte thy wanton breath ; 
 Thy tirorning laughter breeds an ev'ning death. 
 
 I John 
 
B.I.^/7i^ 
 
 Irnltra (juij? ilsibileirL figat in Orbe Gradum.. 
 
^ooK^. EMBLEMS. 35 
 
 IX. 
 
 I Jo H N ii. 17. 
 The world pajjeth away^ and all the lujis thereof. 
 
 I. [light. 
 
 DRAW near, brave fparlcs, whofe Tpir-tts fcorn to 
 Your hallow'd tapers but at honour's flame ; 
 You, whofe heroic actions take deJight 
 
 To varnifh over a new painted name ; 
 Whofe high-brea thvjughts difdain to take their flight 
 But on th'Icarian wings of babbling fame; 
 Behold, how lott'ring are your high- built ftories 
 Of earth, whereon you truft the ground- wcyk 01 your 
 
 [glories. 
 2. 
 
 And you, more brain- Tick lovers^ that can prize 
 
 A wanton fmile before eternal joys ; 
 That kn-'vv no heaven but in your midrefs' t^t%\^ 
 
 That ^eel no pleafure but what {^c^iQ enjoys ; 
 That ca.i, like crown-difreiriper'd fools, defpife 
 
 True rlcsiiis, and like babies whine for toys :. 
 
 Think ye the pageants of your hopes f.re u'-le 
 To ftand fecure on earth, when earth itfelf 's unliable? . 
 
 3- 
 
 Come, dunghill worldlings, you that root like fwlne, 
 
 /^ ad caft up golden trenches where ye come : 
 Whole only pleafure is to undermine. 
 
 And view the fecrets of yoar mother's womb : 
 Come, oring your faint pouch'd in his leathern fhrine. 
 
 And fummcn all your griping angels horn- ; 
 
 Behola your world, the bank of ail your ftore, 
 The world ye fo admire, the world ye lo adore. 
 
 3 A feeble 
 
^ EMBLEMS. 6(joklr 
 
 4- 
 
 A feeble world, whofe hot- mouth '<J pleafurcs tire 
 Before the race ; before the ftart, retreat ; 
 
 A faithlcfs w-Qrld, whofe falfe delights expire- 
 Before the term of half their promised date : 
 
 A fickle world, not worth the leaft defire. 
 
 Where ev'ry chance proclaims a change of (late,; 
 A feeble, faithlefs, fickle world, wherein 
 
 Each motion proves a vice ; and ev'ry a<St a fin. 
 
 5- 
 
 The beauty, that of late was in her flow'r. 
 
 Is now a ruin, not to raife a luft : 
 H€ that was lately drench'd in Danae's (how'r. 
 
 Is mafter now of neither good nor truft ; 
 Whofe honour late was mannM with princely pow'r, 
 
 His glory now lies bury'd in the duft ; 
 
 O who would truft this world, or prize what's in it, 
 That gives and takes, and chops and changes ev'ry 
 
 [minute I 
 6. 
 
 Nor length of days, nor folid ftrength of brain. 
 Can find a place wherein to reft fecure : 
 
 The world is various, and the earth is vain. 
 
 There's nothing certain here, there's nothing fure ; 
 
 We trudge, we travel, but from pain to pain. 
 And what's our only grief's our only cure : 
 The world's a torment ; he that would endeavour 
 
 To find the way to reft, muft feek the way to leave 
 
 [her. 
 
 S. GREG. 
 
BooK-I. EMBLEM S. 
 
 3r 
 
 S. GREG, in Horn. 
 
 Beh'Ady the world is withered in itjdf^ yet flour ifidh 
 in our hearts \ every -where deaths cvery-where griefs 
 every-where defolation : en every fide ^ we are f mitt en ; en 
 every flde^ filled with hitter jufs ; and yet ^ with the blind 
 mind of carnal defer e^ we love her h'ltternefs : it flieth^ 
 and we follow it ; it falleth^ yet we flick to it : and he- 
 caufe we cannot enjoy it fallings we fall with it^ and 
 enjoy it fallen^ 
 
 ^ E P I G. 9. 
 
 If Fortune fail, or envious Time but fpurn. 
 The world turns round, and with the Wvorld we turn : 
 When Fortune fees, and Lynx-ey'd Time is blind, 
 I'll truft thy joys, O world ; till then, the wind. 
 
 Vol. L 
 
 Jon N 
 
38 EMBLEMS. Book L 
 
 X. 
 
 John vlii. 44. 
 
 Tg are tif your father the devil^ and the lnjli of youf 
 father ye will do. 
 
 [black : 
 
 HEre's your right ground : wag gently o*er this 
 'Tis a fhort call: ; y'are quickly at the jack. 
 Rub, rub an inch or two ; two crowns to one 
 
 On this bowrs fide; blow, wind; *ti5 fairly thrown : 
 The next bowl's worle that comes ; come, bowl away : 
 
 Mammon, you know the ground ; untutored, play : 
 Your laft was gone ; a yard of ftrength, well fpare'd, 
 
 Had touch'd the block ; your hand is ftill too hard. 
 Brave paftime, readers ; to con fume that day. 
 
 Which, wittiout paftime, flies too fwift away ! 
 See how they labour ; as if day and night 
 
 Were both too fhort to ferve their loofe delight: 
 See how their curved bodies wreath, and fere w 
 
 Such antic fhapes as Proteus never knew : 
 One raps an oath, another deals a curfe ; 
 
 He never better bowl'd ; this, never worfe : 
 One rubs his itchlefs elbow, ftirugs and laughs : 
 
 The other bends his beetle brows, and chafes : 
 So:netimcs they whoop, fometimes their Stygian cries 
 
 Send their black Santo's to the blufliing ikies : 
 1 hus mingling humours in a mad confufion. 
 
 They make bad premifes, and worfe conclufion^: 
 But whereas a palm that Fortune's hand allows 
 
 To biefs the vi6tor's honourable brows \ 
 Come, reader, come; I'll light thine eye the way 
 
 To view the prize, the while the gameflers play : 
 
 -? Clofe 
 
BI.^/w/. 
 
 TTtriufljae CrepTxndiaMeTces. 
 
Book I. E M B L E M S. 29 
 
 Clofe by the jack, behold, jill Fortune flands 
 
 To wave the game ; fee in her partial hands 
 The glorious garland's held in open (how. 
 
 To chear the lads, and crown the conqu'ror's brow. 
 The v/crid's the jack ; the gamefters that contend. 
 
 Are Cupid, Mammon : that judicious fiend. 
 That gives the ground, is Satan ; ?.nJ the bowls 
 
 Are fmful thoughts ; the prize, a crown for fools. 
 Who breathes that bowls not? What bold tongue can 
 
 Without a blufli, he has not bowl'd to-day ? [fay. 
 It is the trade of man, and ev'ry ilnner 
 
 Has play'd his rubbers : every foul's a winner. 
 The vulgar proverb's croft, he hardly, can 
 
 Be a good bowler and an hcneft man. 
 Good God ! turn thou my Brafil thoughts anew ; 
 
 New-fole my bowls, and make their bias trut. 
 I'll ceafe the^gamc, till fairer ground be gi\en j. 
 Kor wiih to win, until the mark be heav'n. 
 
 D 31 S. BER. 
 
40 E M B R E M S. Book I. 
 
 S. BERNARD. Lib. de Confid. 
 
 O youfons <?/* Adam, you covetous generations^ what 
 have ye to do with ecfrthly riches, which are neither true^ 
 nor yours ? Gold and filvcr are real earth, red and white^ 
 which the only error of man makes, or rather reputes^ 
 precious : in fnort, if ihey he yours ^ carry them with you* 
 
 S. HIERON. in Ep. 
 
 O luj}^ thou infernal fre^ whofe fuel is gluttony 5 
 whofe flame is pride ; whofe Jparkles are wanton words j 
 whofe fmoke is infamy ; whofe aft)8S are micleannefs i 
 whofe end is hell. 
 
 EPIG. 10. 
 Mammon, well follow'd : Cupidj bravely ledj 
 Both touchers ; equal fortune makes a dead : 
 No reed can meafure where the conqueil lies ; ^ 
 Take my advice 5 compound, and ihare the prize. 
 
 Eph E s. 
 
B.I.^m/ 
 
 .Miindiis in. Exitimix rmt 
 
Book I. E M B L E M S. 41 
 
 XI. 
 
 E p H E s. ii. 2. 
 
 2> XV Med according to the courfc of this ivorU, accord - 
 
 i?2^ to th prince of the air, 
 
 1. 
 
 O Whither will this mad-braia world, at lad, 
 Be driv'n ? Where will her refllefs wheels ar- 
 Why hurries on her ill-match'd pair lb faft? [rive? 
 
 O v/hither means her furious groom to drive t 
 What, willher rambling fits be never paft ? 
 For ever ranging r Never once retrieve ? 
 
 Will earth'^'s perpetual progrcfs ne'er expire ? 
 Her team coiitinuing in their frefh career : 
 And yet they never reft, and yet they never tne. 
 
 2. 
 
 Sol's hot-mouth'd deeds, whofc noflrils vimit H.^me, 
 
 And brafen lungs belch forth quotidian fire ; 
 Their twelve hours tafk perform'd, grow ftifF and 
 And their immortal fpirits faint and tire : [hmc, 
 At ch' azure mountaiii's foot their labours claim 
 The privilege -J rzft, where they retire 
 
 To quench ^Iicir burning fetlocks, and go ll:ep 
 Their {liming noftiils in tlie wcfr^Tn deep. 
 And 'freih their tire'd fouls v/ith ftrength-redoring 
 
 [fiee^ . 
 
 3- 
 
 But thefe prodigious hackneys, biifcly got 
 
 ' Tv/ixt men and devils, made for race or flight. 
 Can drag tht idle v.-orld, expefting not 
 
 The bed of re.l, but travel with djlight ; 
 Wno, never v/.i^hinci; way nor wea.her, trot 
 
 ^ D 3 Thra* 
 
42 EMBLEMS. Book L 
 
 Thro' duft and dirt, and droil both night and day ; 
 Thus droil thefe fiends incarnate, whofe free pains 
 Are fed with dropfies and venereal blains : 
 No need to ufe the whip j but ftrength to rule the reins, 
 
 4- 
 Poor captive virorld ! how has thy llghtnefs giv'n 
 
 A jull: oceafion to thy foes* illufion ! 
 O, how art thou betray'd ; thus fairly driv'n, ^ 
 
 In feemlng triumph, to thy own confufion I 
 How is the empty univerfe bereav'n 
 
 Of all true joys, by one falfe joy*s delufion I 
 So 1 have feen an unblown virgin fed 
 With fugar'd words fo full, that fhe is led 
 A fair attended bride to a falfe bankrupt's bed. 
 
 5- 
 
 Pull, gracious Lord ! Let not thine arm forfake 
 
 The world impounded in her own devices : 
 Think of that pleafure that thou once did'ft take 
 
 Amongft the lilies and fweet beds of fpices. 
 Kale (trcngly, thou whofe hand has pow'r to (lack 
 The fwift-foot fury of ten thoufand vices : 
 Let not that duit- devouring dragon boaft. 
 His craft has v^on what Judah's Lion loft ; 
 Renaeciber what is crav'd 5 recount the price it coft.-s 
 
 ISIDOR. 
 
Book L EMBLEMS. 43 
 
 I S I D O R. Lib. i. de Summo Bono. 
 
 By how much the nearer Satan perceiveth the world t9 
 /m end, by fo much the more fiercely he trouhleth it with 
 perfecution ; that, knowing himfelf to be damned ^ he may 
 get company in his damnation, 
 
 CYPRIAN, in Ep. 
 
 Broad and fpacious is the road to infernal Tife ; there 
 Are inticements and death-bringing pleafures, There the 
 devil flatter eth, that he may deceive ; finileth^ that hi may 
 endamage j allurethy that he may dejlroy* 
 
 EPIG. ir. 
 
 Nay, foft and fair, good world j pofle not too faf! \ 
 Thy journey's end requires not half this hafte. 
 Unlefs that arm thou {q difdain'ft, reprives * thee, 
 Alas, thou needs mufl go ; the devil drives thee, 
 
 * Re^ivtSf ij e. curbs, reftralnsj from the Frsmb^ re^rimfr. 
 
 l$AJAH 
 
44- EMBLEMS. Book I, 
 
 xri. 
 
 Isaiah Ixvi. ii. 
 2*t' may fuck, hut not he fathfied zuith the hreajl of her 
 conjolatlon. 
 I. 
 IXTHAT, never fili'd ? Be thy lips fcrevv'J fo fad 
 ' ^ To th'earth's full breailr for fhame, for fhame, 
 [unfeize thee ; 
 Thou take'ft a furfeit where thou {liouIJ'fl but tafle, 
 Andmake'ft toomuch not half enough to pJeafe thee. 
 Ah, fool, forbear ; thou fwalloweft: at one breath 
 Both food and poifon down j thou draw'ft both milk 
 
 [and death. 
 2. 
 The ub'rous breads, when fairly drawn, rcpafl 
 The thriving infant with their milky flood 5 
 But, being overftrain'd, return at laft 
 
 Unv.'holfom gulps compos'dof wind and blood. 
 A mod'rate ufe doth both repaft anJ pleafe ; 
 Who drains beyond a mean, draws in and gulps dif- 
 
 [caie, 
 
 2- 
 But, O that mean, whofe good the lead abufe 
 
 Makes bad, is too, too hard to be dire6led : 
 
 Can thorns bring grape^, or crabs a pleafmg juice ? 
 
 There's nothingv/holfom,where the whole's in fe(5fed. 
 
 Unfeize thy lips : earth's milk's a ripen'd core. 
 
 That drops from her difcafc, that matters from her 
 
 [fore. 
 
 4- 
 Think'd thou 4hat paunch, that burlies out thy coat, 
 • Is thriving fat ; or flcQi, that feems fo brawny ? 
 iVnt pati(ich is dropfy'd, and thy checks are bloat;. 
 Thy lips are white, and thy complexion tawny ; 
 
B.I.^/w/-./j?. 
 
 Jnopem ine copia iecit 
 
Book I. E M B L E M S. 45 
 
 Thy fkin's a bladder blown with watry tumors; 
 Thy flefli a trembling bog, a quagmire full of humors. 
 
 5- 
 
 And thou, whofe thrlvelefs hands are ever draining 
 Earth's fluent breads into an empty fieve, 
 
 That always haft, yet always art complaining. 
 And whin^ft for more than earth hath pow'r to give 5 
 Whofe treafure fiows and flees away as fail , 
 
 That ever haft, and haft, yet haft not what thou haft, 
 
 6. 
 
 Go chufe a fubftance, fool, that will remain 
 Within the limits of thy leaking meafure ; 
 
 Or elfe go feek an urn that will retain 
 The liquid body of thy flipp'ry treafure : 
 Alas ! how poorly are thy labours crown*d ! 
 
 Thy liquor's never fweet, nor yet thy veilcl ibund. 
 
 7- 
 What lefs than fool is man to prog and plot, 
 
 And lavifh out the cream of all his care, 
 To gain poor feeming goods, which, being got, 
 Make firm poftefllon but a thoroughfare ; 
 
 Or, if they ftay, they furrow^ thoughts the deeper; 
 And, being kept with care, they lofe their careful 
 
 [keeper ! 
 
 S.GREG. - 
 
« 
 
 4^ EMBLEMS. Book L 
 
 S. GREG. Horn. iii. fecund. Parte Ezech. 
 
 If we give more to the flejh than we ought ^ we nourijh 
 en enemy ; // vje give not to her necejjiiy what we ought y 
 we (lejlroy a citizen : the fiejh is to be fatisfied fo far as 
 fuffces to cur good ; whomever alloweth fo much to her as 
 to mah her prcud^ knozveth not how to he fatisfied : to be 
 fatisfied^ is a great art ^ /f/?, by the fatiety of the fiefh^ 
 we break forth into the iniquity of her folly ^ 
 
 H U G O de Anima. 
 
 the heart is a fmall things but defireth great matters^ 
 It is not fufficieni for a kite's dinner y yet the whole world 
 is not fuffiient for it. 
 
 EPIG. 12. 
 What makes thee, fool, fo fat ? Fool, thee fo bare ? 
 Ye fuck the felf-fame milk, the felf-fame air : 
 No mean betwixt all paunch, and fkin and bont ? 
 The mean's a virtue, ^d the world has nooc. 
 
 Jonf 
 
Da. JiuhiPrcena Timor; da mihi- Calcar ^mor . 
 
-Book T. EMBLEMS. 47 
 
 XIII. 
 
 John iii. 19. 
 
 Men love darknefs rather than lights becaup their deedt 
 are eviL 
 
 IORD, when we leave the world, an3 come to thee, 
 ^ How dull, how flug are we 1 
 
 How backward ! how prepoft'rous is the motion 
 
 Of our ungain devotion ! 
 Our thoughts are millftones, and our fouls are lead. 
 
 And our defires are dead : 
 Our vows are fairly promis'd, faintly paid ; 
 
 Or broken, or not made : 
 Our better work (if any good) attends 
 
 Upon our private ends : 
 In whofe performance one poor worldly fcofF 
 
 FoiiS us, or beats us oiF. 
 If thy (harp fcourge find out fome fecret fault. 
 
 We grumble or revolt ; 
 And if thy gentle hand forbear, we ftray. 
 
 Or idly lofe the way. 
 Is the road fair ? we loiter •, clogg'd with mire: 
 
 We flick, or elfe retire : 
 A lamb appears a lion; and we fear, 
 
 Er.ch bufh we fee's a bear. 
 When our dull fouls direct our thou2;hts to thee. 
 
 As flow as fnailsare we : 
 But at the earth we dart our wing'd defire, 
 
 We burn, we burn like fire. 
 Like as the amVous needle joys to bend 
 
 To her magnetic friend : 
 
 Of 
 
48 EMBLEMS. Book I, 
 
 Or as the greedy lover's eye-balls fly 
 
 At his fair miilrefs' eye : 
 So, fo we cling to earth ; we fly and pufF, 
 
 Yet fly not faft enough. 
 If pleafure beckon with her balmy hand. 
 
 Her beck's a flrong command : 
 If honour calls us with a courtly breath. 
 
 An hour's delay is death : 
 If profit's gplden-flnger'd charm enveigles, 
 
 We clip more fwift than eagles : 
 Let Aufter weep, or bluftr'ing Boreas roar. 
 
 Till eyes or lungs be fore ; 
 Let Neptune fwell, until his dropfy fides 
 
 Burft into broken tides : 
 Nor threatening rocks, nor winds, nor v/aves, nor lire. 
 
 Can curb our fierce defire ; 
 Nor fire, nor rocks, can ftop our furious m-inds. 
 
 Nor waves, nor winds : 
 How faft and fearlefs do our footfteps flee I 
 The li(^ht-foot roebuck's not fo fwift a^ we. 
 
 S. AU- 
 
SooKl. EMBLEMS. 44 
 
 S. AUGUST. Tup. Pfal. Ixlv. 
 
 Two fever al levers built two fever al cities : the love of 
 Xsodbuildeih ^/ Jef lifalem ; tU love of the world bwldeih 
 a Babylon : let every one inquire of himfelf what ht 
 loveth; and he fhall refolve himfelf^ of whence he is a 
 citizen, 
 
 S. AUGUST, lib. ili. ConfelT. 
 
 Jll things are driven by their own weighty and tend /# 
 their own centre : my weight is love j by that 1 am driven 
 whitherfoeve'r I am driven, 
 
 Ibidenr. 
 
 Lord^ he loveth thee lefs, that loveth any thing wi^J 
 %ce, which he loveth not for thee. 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 Lord, fcourge my afs, if fhe fhould make no hafle ; 
 
 And curb my (tag, if he fnould fly too faft : 
 
 If he be over-fwift, or (he prove idle. 
 
 Let Love lend him a fpur ; Fear, her a bridle. 
 
 Vol. I. E P s A L iin 
 
50 EMBLEMS. Book L - 
 
 XIV. 
 Psalm xiii. 3. 
 
 Lighten mine eyes, O Lord^ lejl I Jleip the Jleep sf 
 death, 
 
 flight 
 
 Wlirt ne'er be morning ? Will that promis'd 
 Ne'er break, and clear thofe clouds of night? 
 Sweet Phofphor, bring the day, 
 Whofe conqu'ring ray- 
 May chafe thefe fogs j Tweet Phofphor, bring the day» 
 
 How loner ! how long {hall thefe benighted eyes 
 
 Languifh in Ihades, like feeble flies 
 Expefting fpring ? How long fhall darknefs foil 
 
 The face of earth, and thus beguile 
 Our fouls of fprightful action ? When, when will day 
 
 Begin to dawn, whofe new-born ray 
 May gild the weathercocks of our devotion. 
 
 And give our unfoul'd fouls new' motion ? 
 Sweet Phofphor, bring the day ^ 
 Thy light will fray 
 Thefe horrid mills 3 fweet Phofphor, bring the day* 
 
 I et thofe have night, that flily love t'immure 
 
 Their cloifter'd crimes, and fin fccure ; 
 Let thofe have night, that blufh to let men know '^ 
 
 The bafenefs they ne'er blufh to do ; 
 Let thofe have night, that love to have a nap. 
 
 And loll in ignorance's lap; 
 Let thofe, whofe eyes, like owls, abhor the light, 
 
 Let thofe have nighty that love the night : 
 
 Sweet 
 
B.I.j5'wA./7 
 
 Pliolphere redde Diem.. 
 
Book I. EMBLEMS. 51 
 
 Sweet Phofphor, bring the day ; 
 How fad delay 
 Afflicts dull hopes ! Sweet Phofphor, bring the day. 
 
 Alas ! my light-in-vain-cxpe<£^ing eyes 
 
 Can find no objeif^s, but what rife 
 From this poor mortal blaze, a dying fpark 
 
 Of Vulcan's forge, whole fiames are dark, 
 A dangVous, dull blue-burning light, 
 
 As melancholy as the night : 
 Here's all the funs that gli({:er in the fphere 
 
 Of earth : Ah me ! Vv'hat comfort's here ? 
 Sweet Phofphor, bring the day^ 
 Hade, hafle away, 
 Heav'n'sloit'ringlampi fweet Phofphor, bring the day. 
 
 BloWj Ignorance : O thou, whofe idle knee 
 
 Rocks earth into a lethargy. 
 And with thy footy fingers nafb bedight * 
 , The world's fair cheek, blow, blow thy fpite j 
 Since thou haft pufc our greater taper 5 do 
 
 PufF on, and out the lefler too : 
 If e*er that breath-exiled flame return. 
 
 Thou haft not blown, as it will burn : 
 Sweet Phofphor, bring the day : 
 Light will repay 
 The w/ongs of night -, fweet Phofphor, bring the day. 
 
 * Bedbbti \. e. befmearV. 
 
 E z S. A U- 
 
52 £ M B L E M ?. Book, I. 
 
 S. AUG. in Job. Ser. x'lx. 
 
 God is all to thee : if thou he hungry^ he is bread ; ;/ 
 thlrjly^ he is water ; if darknefs^ he is light j if naked^ 
 he is a robe of immortality, 
 
 A L A N U 3 de Conq. Nat. 
 
 God is a light that is never darkened ; an unwearied 
 Yife that cannot die ; a fountain always foiving ; a garden 
 cflife ; a feminary of wfdcm ^ a radical beginning of all 
 gQodnefi* 
 
 EPIG. 14, 
 
 My foul, if ignorance pufF out this Hgrit, 
 8heMl do a favour that intends a fpite : 
 'T feems dark abroad j but, take this jight away. 
 Thy windows will difcover tnQk 0' day* 
 
 Rbv^ 
 
Debilitata Pides , Terras ^4ftreea reliquit 
 
Book I. EMBLEMS. 55 
 
 XV. 
 Rev. xii. 12. 
 
 2^^ devil is come unto you^ having great power ^ hecaufe 
 he kfioweth that he hath but a Jhort time, 
 
 I. 
 
 LORD, canft thou fee and fuffer ? Is thy hand 
 Still bound to th' peace? Shall earth's black mon- 
 A fall pofTeflion of thy wafled land ? [arch take 
 
 O, will thy flumb'ring vengeance never wake. 
 Till full-age'd law-refifting cuftom fhake 
 The pillars of thy right by falfe command ? [down. 
 Unlock thy clouds, great Thund'rer, and come 
 Behold whofe temples wear thy facred crown ; 
 Redrefsj redrefs our wrongs j revenge^ revenge thy 
 
 [own, 
 2. 
 
 See how the bold ufurper mounts the feat 
 
 Of royal majefty ; how overftrawing 
 Perils with pleafure, pointing ev'ry threat 
 
 With bug-bear death, by torments overawing 
 
 Thy frighted fubjeds ; or by favours drawino- 
 Their tempted hearts to his unjuft retreat ; . 
 
 Lord, canft thou be fo mild, and he fo bold ? 
 
 Or can thy flocks be thriving, when the fold 
 Is govern'd by the fox ? Lord, canft thou fee, and 
 
 [hold? 
 
 That fwift-wing'd advocate, that did commence 
 Oui welcome fuits before the Kino- of kings^, 
 
 E 3 ° That 
 
54 E M B L E M S. . Book I. 
 
 That Tweet embaflador, that hurrll^s hence 
 
 What airs th' harmonious foul or fighs or fins. 
 See how flie flutters with her idle wings j 
 
 Her wings are dipt, and eyes put out by fenfe ; 
 Senfc-conqu'ring faith is now grown blind and 
 And bafely craven'd *, that in times of oM [cold. 
 
 Did conquerheav'n itfelf, do what th'Almighty could. 
 
 Behold, how double fraud does fcourge and tear 
 
 Aftrsa's wounded fides, plough'd up, and rent 
 With knotted cords, v/ho^'e fury has no ear j 
 
 See how fhe ftands a prisoner to be fent 
 
 A flave into eternal biinifhment, 
 1 know not whither ; O, I know not where : 
 
 Her patent muft be cancel'd in difgrace ; 
 
 And i'weet-lip'd fraud, with her divided face, 
 Muft a6l Aftrsea's part, muft take Aftraea's place, 
 
 5- 
 
 Faith's pinion's dipt, and fair Aftr^ea gone ! 
 
 Quick- feein or Faith now blind, and Juftice fee : 
 
 Has Juftice now found wings ? And has Fairh none ? 
 What do we here f Who would not wifh to be 
 DilTalv'd from earth, and with Aftraea flee 
 
 From tKis blind dungeon to that fun-bright throne ? 
 Lord, is thy fceptre loft, or laid afide f 
 Is hell broke loofe, and all her fiends unty'd ? 
 
 Lord, rife, and rouft^ and rule, and crufh their furious 
 
 [pride. 
 
 • Cm-vindy i, e. di (hearten 'dj made to kneck under, &c. 
 
 PETER 
 
Book I. EMBLEMS. ^ 
 
 PETER R AV. in Matth. 
 
 Tf?€ devi! is the atdhor of evil ^ the fountain of wicked- 
 nefs^ the advcrfary of truths the corrupter' of the zuorld, 
 man' s perpetual enemy ; he planteth fnares, diggeth ditches^ 
 fpurreth bodies^ he goadeth fouls ^ he [uggejleth thought Sy 
 ' belch eth anger ^ expojeth virtues to hatred^ maketh vices bel- 
 ieved, fizveth errors, nourijheth contention, difiurheth peace ^ 
 and fatter eth ajfe^icn, 
 
 M A C A R. 
 
 Let us fuffcr ivith thofe that fuffer^ and be crucified 
 li'ith thofe that are crucified^ that we may be glorified with 
 thofe thai are glorified, 
 
 S A V A N A R. 
 
 If there be no enemy, no fight \ if fio fight ^ no viJfcry ;, 
 if no vi^ory, ns crown. 
 
 EPIG. 15. 
 
 My foul, fit thou a patient looker on y 
 'Judge not the play, before the play is done : 
 Her plot has many changes : every day 
 Speaks a new Tcene ; the iaft ad crowns the play. 
 
 THE 
 
56 EMBLEMS. Book IL 
 
 THE 
 
 SECOND BOOK. 
 
 I. 
 
 I S A I A H 1. II. 
 
 Tou that walk in the light of your own fire^ and in the 
 fparks that ye have kindled^ ye Jhall lie down in 
 forrow. 
 
 I. ' 
 
 DO, fillv Cupid, fnuftand trim 
 Thy falfe, thy feeble light. 
 And make her felf- con fuming flames mote bright j 
 Methinlcs (he burns too dim. 
 Is this that fprightly fire, 
 Whofe more than facred beams infpire 
 The ravifl:i'd hearts of men, and fo inflame dffire I 
 
 2. 
 
 See, boy, how thy unthrifty blaze 
 Confumes, how faft (he wanes j 
 She fpends herfelf, and her, whofe wealth maintains 
 Her weak, her idle rays. 
 Cannot thy luflful blaft. 
 Which gave it luftre, make it laft ? [fo faft ? 
 
 What heart can long be pleas'd, where pleafure fpends 
 
 3- 
 Go^ wanton, place thy pale-face*d light 
 
 Where never-breaking day 
 Intends to vifit mortals, or difplay 
 Thy fullen (hades of night : 
 Thy torch will burn more clear 
 In night's un-Titan'd hemifphere; ["appear, 
 
 Keav'n's fcornful flames and thine can never co- 
 la 
 
J\.TI.AV?i/^ 
 
 Sic XTimme Lumfii adempturrL. 
 
Book II. EMBLEMS. 57 
 
 4- 
 
 In vain thy bufy hands addrefs 
 
 Their labour to difplay 
 Thy eafy blaze within the verge OLrd;^yj 
 The greater drowns the lefs ! 
 If heav'n's bright glory fnine, 
 Thy glimm'ring fparks muft needs reHgn ; 
 PuffoutheavVs glory, then, or heav'n will work out 
 
 [thine, 
 
 5- 
 
 Go, Cupid's rammifh pander, go^ 
 
 Whole dull, whofe low defire 
 Can find fufficient warmth from nature's Rre; 
 Spend borrow'd breath, and blow. 
 Blow wind made ftrong with fpite : 
 When thou haft puff'd the greater light. 
 Thy lefler fpark may Ihine, and warm the new- made 
 
 [night. 
 6. 
 
 Deluded mortals, tell me, when 
 Your daring breath has blown 
 Heav'n's taper out, and you have fpent your owa^ 
 What fire fliall warm you then ? 
 Ah, fools ! perpetual night 
 Shall haunt your fouls with Stygian fright, 
 Where they fhall boil in flames, but flames fhall bring 
 
 [no lights 
 
 $• AU. 
 
58 E M B L E M S. Boor IL 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 TJje fufficiency of my merits is^ to hmv that my merit 
 is not juffuieni. 
 
 S. GREG. Mor. XXV. 
 
 "By how much the lefs man feeth hhnjelf^ hy fo much the 
 lefs he dtfpleafeth himfelf\ and hy hozv much the more he 
 feeth the light of grace ^ by fo much the m^re he dfdaineth 
 the light of nature, 
 
 S. GREG. Mof. 
 
 'The light of the underjianding^ humility kindkth^ and 
 / ride coveretb. 
 
 EPIC. I. 
 
 Thou blow*{l heav*n's fire, the whilft thou go'ft about, 
 Rebellious fool, in vain, to blow it out : 
 Thy folly adds confufion to thy death j 
 Heav'n*8 fire confounds, when fanned with folly*s 
 
 [breath. 
 
 E C C L E S. 
 
h 
 
B.n. iSTwAi? 
 
 Donee totunt expleat OrljeTn.. 
 
Book. IJ. E M B L E M S. 5^ 
 
 II. 
 
 E C C L E s. iv. 8. 
 
 77hrf is no end of all his labour^ neither is his eye Jatisfed 
 with riches. 
 
 OHOW our widen'd arms can overflrctch 
 TheirowncJimenfions' Howour hands can reach 
 Beyond their diflance ! Flow our yielding breaft 
 Can fhrink to be more full, and full poffsft 
 Of this inferior orb ! How earth refine'd 
 Can cling to fordid earth ! How kind to kind ! 
 XVe gape, we grafp, we gripe, add flore to ftore ; 
 Enough requires too much ; too much craves more* 
 We charge our fouls fo fore beyond their ftint. 
 That we recoil or burfl : the bufy mint 
 Of our laborious thoughts is ever o-oing, 
 And coining new defires 3. defires not knowincr 
 Where next to pitch ; but, like the bound]efs1)cean, 
 Gam, and gain ground, and grow more ftrong by mo- 
 The pale-face'd lady of the black-ey'd Jight [tion. 
 Firft dps ht-r horned brows with ea'fy light, 
 Whofe curious train of fpangled nymphs attire 
 Her next night s glory with increafm^ fire j 
 Each ev'ning adds more luftre, and adorns ' 
 The growing beau;y of her grafping horns : 
 She fucks and draws her brother's golden floret 
 Until her glutted orb can fuck no more. 
 Ev'n fo the vulture of infatiate minds 
 Stdl vyants, and wanting feeks, and feeking finds, 
 ^ew fuel to increafe her rav'nous fire. 
 The grave is fooner cloy'd than men's defire • 
 J^e crofs the feas, and Vnidll her waves we burn, 
 1 raniporting lives, perchance, that ne'er return-; 
 
 3 We 
 
6d £ U B L E M §. Boojcll. 
 
 We fack, we ranfack to the utmoft fands 
 Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands ; 
 We travel fea and foil, we pry, we prowl. 
 We ^rogrefs, *nd we prog from pole to pole j 
 We ipend our mid-day fweat, our mid-night oil^ 
 We tire the night in thought, the day in toil : 
 We make art fervile, and the trade gentile 
 (Yet both corrupted with ingenious guile). 
 To compafs earthy and, with her empty ftore^ 
 To fill our arms, and grafp one handfull more ; 
 Thus feeking relt, our labours never ceafe. 
 But, as our years, our hot defires increafe ; 
 Thus we, poor little worlds ! with blood and fweart, 
 In vain attempt to comprehend the great : 
 Thiis, in our gain, become we gainful Ipfers ; 
 And what's inclofed, inclofes the inclofers. 
 N0W5 reader, clofe thy book, and then advifc ; 
 Be wifely worldly, be not worldly wife ; 
 Let not thy nobler thoughts be always raking 
 The world's bafe dunghill ; vermin's took by taking ; 
 Take heed ihou truft not the deceitful lap 
 Of wanton Delilah s the world's a trap. 
 
 HUGO 
 
SookIL emblems. 6i 
 
 HUGO de Anima. 
 
 Tell me, where he thofe now, that fo lately loved and 
 "hugged the iwrldP Nothing remaineth of them hut du/J and 
 worms : ohferve what thofe Tnen are ; what thofe men 
 were : they were like thee ; they did eat, drink, laugh ^ 
 ■and led merry days ; and in a moment flipt into hell. 
 Here, their fie Jh is food for worins ; there, their fouls are 
 fuel for fire, till they jhall he rejoined in an unhappy f el - 
 lowfhip, and cafl into eternal torments ; ivhere they that 
 were once comptfnions in fm,fhall be hereafter partners in 
 punifljmeitt. 
 
 E P I G. dt. 
 
 Gripe, Cupid, and gripe ftill, until that wind. 
 That's pent before, find fecret vent behind : 
 And when th'aft done, hark here, I tell thee what, 
 JSeforc rii truft thy armfull, I'll truft that. 
 
 Vol. i. p ■ jofc 
 
H E M B L E M S. Book II. 
 
 III. 
 
 Joe xviii. 8. 
 
 He is cajl into a net by his own fcct^ and walketh upon 
 a fnare. 
 
 WHat! nets and quiver too? what need there all 
 Thefe fly devices to betray poor men ? 
 Die they not faft enough, when thoufands fall 
 
 Before thy dart ? what need thefe engines, then ? 
 Attend they not, and anfwer to thy call. 
 
 Like nightly coveys, where thou lift and when ? 
 What needs a ftratagem, where ftrength can fway ? 
 Or what needs ftrength compel, where none gain- 
 [fay? 
 Or what needs ftratagetn or ftrength, where hearts 
 
 [obey I 
 2. 
 
 Hufband thy fleights : it is but vain to wafte 
 
 Jioney on thofe that will be catch'd with gall j 
 Thou canft not, ah ! thou canft not bid fo faft 
 
 As men obey : thou art more flow to call 
 Than they to corns ; thou canft not make fuch hafte 
 'Jo ftrike, as they, being ftruck, make hafte to fall. 
 Go fave thy nets for that rebellious heart 
 That fcorns thy pow'r, and has obtain'd the art 
 T'avoid thy flying (haft, to quench thy firy dart. 
 
 3- 
 Loft mortal ! how is thy deftru£tion fure, 
 
 Beiween two bawds, and both without remorfe ! 
 
 The 
 
B.n.^^A 
 
 ^^sp^-^^P*^ 
 
 XoTL amat Ute ; fed hamat ^Imor. 
 
Book 11. E M B L E M S. ^3 
 
 The one's a line, the other is a lure ; 
 
 This, to intice thy foul ; that, to enforce : 
 Way-laid by both, how canll thou fland fecure ? 
 That draws ; this wooes thee to ih'eternal cur(e. 
 O charming tyrant ! how haft thou befcolM 
 And 'flavM poor man, that would not, if hecoulJ, 
 Avoid thy line, thy lure ; nay, could not, if he would ( 
 
 Alas ! thy fweet pernJious voice betrays 
 
 His wanton ears with thy Syrenian baits ; 
 Thou wrapp'fb his eyes in mifts, then boldly lays 
 
 Thy Lethal gins before their cryftal gates ; 
 Thou IcckTc up ev'ry fenfe with thy falfe keys. 
 All willing prisoners to thy clofe deceits : 
 
 His ear mofc nimble, where it deaf ihould be ; 
 His eye moft blind, where moft it ought to fee ; 
 And when his heart's moil bound, then thinks himfelf 
 
 [moft free. 
 
 5. 
 Thou grand impoftor I how haft thou obtained 
 
 The wardfhip of the world ! Are all men turn'd 
 Ideots an-d lunatics ? Are all retain'd 
 
 Beneath thy fervile bands ? Is none return'd 
 To his forgotten fclf ? Has none regained 
 His fenfes ? Are their fenfes all adjourn'd ? 
 
 What, none difmifs'd thy court ? Will no plumr^ 
 
 Bribe thy falfe fifts to make a glad decree, [fee 
 
 T*unfool whom thou haft fool'd, and fet thy pris'ners 
 
 [free? 
 
 F 2 S. BERN, 
 
EMBLEMS. Book II, 
 S.BERN, in Ser. 
 
 hi this world is ?nuch treachery^ little truth ; here^ all, 
 th':ngs are traps ; here^ every thing is befct with fnares \ 
 ij£re^ fouls are endangered^ bodies are affli5ied \ herc^ all 
 things are vanity and vexation offpirit. 
 
 EPIG. 3. 
 
 Nay, CupM, pitch thy trammel where thou pleafe 
 Thoa canft not fail to take fuch fifh as thefe ; 
 'i'hy thriving fport will ne'er be fpent : no need 
 To fsar, when ev'ry cork's a world, thou'It r^ee<i. 
 
 Hose A 
 
B.ir.^/7»A/ 
 
 Qaanx grave SerTitiunx eft (juodlevisEfcaparit. 
 
Book If. EMBLEMS. 65 
 
 IV. 
 
 H o s E A xiii. j. 
 
 ITjey Jhall he as the chaff that is driven with a whirl- 
 wind out of the floor i and astbe fmoke out of the 
 chimney. ■ 
 
 F Lint- hearted Stoics, you, whofe marble eyes 
 Contemn a wrink'e, and whofe fouls defpife 
 To follow nature's too afFeded fafliion, 
 Or travel in the regent walk of "paffion 5 
 Whofe rigid hearts difdain to {hrink at fears. 
 Or play at faft and loofe, with fmiles and tears ; 
 Come, burft your fpleens with laughter to behold 
 A new-found vanity, which days of old 
 Ne'er knew: a vanity, that has befet 
 The world, and made fnore flaves tlian Mahomet : - 
 That has condemn'd us to the fervile yoke 
 Of flavery, and made us fla'ves to fmoke. 
 But flay, Vv'hy tax I thus our modern times. 
 For new-born folfies, and for new-born crimes ? 
 Are we fole guilty, and the firft age free ? •' 
 No, they were fmok'd arid 11a v'd as well as we: [fure. 
 What's fweet-lipt honor's blall but fmokerWhat's trea- 
 Butvery fmoke ? And what more fmoke tlVan pteafure'? 
 Alas ! they're all but fhadows, fumes, and biaftsj . 
 That vanifhes, this fades, the other waftes. 
 The reftlefs merchant, he that loves to fkep 
 His brains in wealth, and lays his foul to lieep 
 In bags of bullion, fees th' immortal crown. 
 And fain would mount, but ir^gots keep him down i 
 He brags to-day, perchance, and begs to-morrow : 
 He lent but nowj wants credit now to borrow j 
 
 F. a, ^ios^ 
 
C6 EMBLEMS. Book I|L 
 
 Blow winds, the treafure'sgone, the merchant's broke; 
 
 A flave to filver*s but a flave to fmoke. 
 
 Behold the glory-ivying child of fame. 
 
 That from deep wounds fucks fuch an honorM name; 
 
 That thinks no purchafe worth the ftyle of good^ 
 
 Ilutwhat is fold for (wcat, and feal'd with blood , 
 
 That for a point, a blaft of empty breath. 
 
 Undaunted gazes in the face of death ; 
 
 Whofe dear-bought bubble, fiU'dwith vain renowrvj, 
 
 I^reaks with a fill p, or a general's frown : 
 
 His ftroke-got honor ftaggers-wtth a ftroke; 
 
 •A flave to honor is a flave to fmoke. 
 
 A|id that fond fool, who waftes his idle days. 
 
 In loofe delights and fports about the blaze. 
 
 Of Cupid's candle ; he that daily fpies 
 
 Twin babies in his miftrefs' Gemini's, 
 
 Wiiercto his fad devotion does impart 
 
 The fweet burnt-oifering of a bleeding heart. 
 
 See, how his wings are findg'd in Cyprian fire, 
 
 Whofc flaKTies confume with youth, in age expire ;- 
 
 The world's a bubble > all the pleafures in it, 
 
 Likg morning vapors, vanifli in a mi-nute : 
 
 The vajpors vaniib, and the bubble's broke ; 
 
 A flave to pleafure, is a flave to fmoke. 
 
 Now, Stoic, ceafe thy laughter, and repaft 
 
 Thy pickled cjiieeks with tears, a^d weep as faiiU. 
 
 S, aiERO-N. 
 
BookH. emblems. '6/ 
 
 - ■■-'■'' ■ , • 
 S. HIFRON. ' 
 
 That rich man is great ^ who thinkcih not himf elf great 
 hecaufe he is rich : the proud man {who is the poor ^nan) 
 hraggeth outwardly y hut heggeth inwardly- : he is blown 
 up y but. ml full, 
 
 PET. RAV. :^ 
 
 Vexation and anguijh accompany riches and honor : i^e 
 pomp of the worlds and the favor of the people^ are hut 
 fmoke^ and a hlafi fuddenly vanijhing : which if they com^ 
 monly pleafe^ commonly bring repentance ; and ^ for e cz.v. 
 nute of joy y they bring an age of for row* 
 
 EPIGl 4. 
 
 Gupld, thy diet's ftrange 1. it dulls, It roufesici ^j^u 
 \X cools, it heats; it binds, and then it loofesi . // 
 DuU-fprightly-cold-hot fool, if e'er it winds thee 
 Ijito alopreneft pncej take heefl^ it binds thee» 
 
 J R a v«. 
 
^8 , EMBLEMS; BooklL 
 
 V. 
 
 Pro v. xxili. 25. 
 
 Wilt thou fei. thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches 
 make themf elves wings , they fiie away as an eagle, 
 
 TT^ ALS E world, thou ly'ft : thou canft not lend 
 V The leaft delight : 
 
 Tny favours cannot gain a friend, 
 
 They are fo flight : 
 Thy morning pleafures make an end 
 
 To pleafe at night : 
 Poor are the wants that thou fupply'ft : 
 And yet thou vaunt'ft, and yet thou vy'ft [ly'^» 
 
 With heav'n 5 fond earth, thou boail'ft ; falfe world jthou. 
 
 2. 
 Thy babbling tongue tells goMen tales 
 
 Of endlefs treafure ; 
 Thy bounty offers e5fy fales 
 
 Of lafting pleafure ; 
 Thou afk'ft the confcience what fhe ails, , 
 
 And fwear'ft to eafe her : 
 There's none can want where thou fupply'ft : 
 There's none can give where thou deny'lh 
 Alas ! fond world, thou boafi'fl} falfe ^.vorld5 thouly*^!:; 
 
 3- 
 
 What well-advifed ear regards 
 
 What earth can fay ? 
 Thy words are gold, but thy rewards 
 
 Are painted clay : 
 
BM.jEmA^ 
 
 ^JfoTL OiiLae quod liic micat Aunxni eft . 
 
Book II. EMBLEMS. €^ 
 
 Thy 'cunning can but pack the cards, 
 
 Thou canfl not play : 
 Thy game at weakeft, ftill thou vy'ft* j 
 If feen, and then revy'd, deny'ft ; [ly*^- 
 
 Thou art not what thou feem'ft ; falfe world, thou 
 
 4- 
 Thy tinfel bofom feems a mint 
 
 Of new-coin'd treafure ; 
 A paradife, that has no ftint. 
 
 No change, no meafure -, 
 A painted caik, but nothing in't. 
 
 Nor wealth, nor pleafure : 
 Vain earth I that falfely thus comply'ft 
 With man ; vain man, that thou rely'ft Oj*^^ 
 
 On earth ; vain man, thou doat'ft j vain earth, thou 
 
 5- 
 
 Whu mean dull fouls, in this high meafure. 
 
 To haberdafli 
 In earth's bafe wares, whofe greateft treafure 
 
 Is drofs and trafh ; 
 The height of whofe inchanting pleafure 
 
 Is but a flafli ? 
 Are thefe the goods that thou fupply*fl: 
 Us mortals with ? Are thefe the high'il ? 
 Can thefe bring cordial peace? Falfe world, thou ly*ft, 
 
 * Fyji, a word uTed at cards ^ i, Ci to cballenge. 
 
 PET. 
 
7^ EMBLEMS. Book Ih 
 
 PET. BLES. 
 
 The luorld is deceitful : her end is doubt fid ; her con- 
 ctufton horrible ; her judge is terrible ^ and her punij})^ 
 7){eni is iiitolerahle, 
 
 S.AUGUST. Lib. ConfefT. 
 
 The vain glory of this world is a deceitful fweetnefs^ a 
 fruitlefs labour^ a perpetual fear ^ a dangerous honor : her 
 beginning is without providence^ and her end not without 
 repentance. 
 
 EPIG. 5. 
 
 World, thoii'rt a traitor ; thou haft ftamp'd thy bafe 
 And chymic metal with great Caefar's face, 
 And with thy baftard bullion thou haft barter'd 
 For wares of price ; how juftly drawn and quartered fTl 
 
 Jo, 
 
^.T[.i;m/.e. 
 
 Sic decipit Ortis. 
 
Book II. EMBLEMS. 71 
 
 vr. 
 
 Job vi. 31. 
 
 Let not him that is deceived^ triift in vanity ; for vaniiy 
 Jhall he his recompence, 
 
 I. 
 
 BElieve her not, her glafs diffufes 
 Falfe portr-iitures : thou caiift efpy 
 No true reflection : flie abufes 
 Her-mif-inform'd beholder's eye ; 
 
 Her cryftal's falfely ^^^^^i):^ ; it fcatters 
 Deceitful beams ; believe her not, fhe flatters. 
 
 2. 
 
 This flaring mirror reprefents 
 
 No right proportion, view, or feature : 
 
 Her very looks are compliments ; 
 
 They make thee fairer,, goodlier, greater: 
 The fkilful glofs of her reflection 
 
 But paints the context of thy coarfe complexion. 
 
 3- . 
 
 Were thy dimenflon but a ftride. 
 
 Nay, vvei't thou ftaturc'd but a fpan. 
 Such as the long-bill'd troops defy'd, 
 
 A very fragment of a man ! 
 
 She'll muice thee Mimas, which you will. 
 The Jove-flain tyrant, or th' Ionic hill. 
 
 Had furfeits, or th' ungracious ftar, 
 Confpir'd to make one common place 
 
 Of all deformities that are 
 
 Within the volume of thy face, 
 
 3 • ^ She'd 
 
^2 EMBLEMS. BookI^ 
 
 SheM lend the favor fhould outmove 
 The Troy-bane Helen, or the Queen of Love* 
 
 S- 
 
 Were thy cohfumeM eftatc as poor 
 
 As Laz'rus or afflicted Job's : 
 She'll change thy wants to feeming ftore, 
 
 And turn thy rags to purple robes ; 
 
 She'll make thy hide-bound flank: appear 
 As plump as theirs that feaft it all the year* 
 
 6. 
 
 Look off, let hot thy optics be 
 
 Abus'd : thoU feeft not what thou fhould'ft t 
 Thyfelf 's the objea thou fhould'ft fee. 
 
 But 'tis thy fhadow thou behold'ft : 
 
 And fhadows thrive the more in ftature^ 
 The nearer we approach the light of nature^ 
 
 7- . 
 
 Where heav'ii's bi-ight beams \66k rtiore dire(£t^ 
 
 The fhadow flirinks as they grow flronger* 
 But when they glance their fair afpeft. 
 
 The bold-face'd (hade grows larger, longer J 
 And when their lamp begins to fall, 
 Th' increafmg fhadows lengthen moft of all. 
 
 8. 
 The foul that feeks the noon of grace, 
 
 Shrinks in ; but fwells, if grace retreat. 
 As Heav'n lifts up, or veils his face. 
 Our felf-efteems grow lefs or great. 
 The leaft is greateft ; and who fhall 
 Appear the greateft, are the leaft of all. 
 
 H tr G O^ 
 
BookIL emblems. 73 
 
 HUGO Lib. de Anima. 
 
 hi vain he I'lfUth up the eye of his heart to behold h's 
 God^ who Is not jirjl rightly advifed to behold himjelf : 
 firjl^ thou tnuji fee the viftble things of thy f elf ^ before thou 
 canj} he prepared to know th£ invifihle things of God\ 
 for If thou canfl not apprehend the things within thee^ 
 thou canfl not comprehend the things above thee : the befi 
 looking'glafs^ wherein to fee thy God^ is^ perfe5lly to fee 
 thyfelf 
 
 EPIG. 6. 
 
 Be not decelv'dj great fool : there is no lofs 
 In being fmall ; great bulks but fwell with drofs. 
 Man is Heav'n's mafter-piece ; if it appear 
 More great, the value's lefs 5 if Icfs, more dear. 
 
 Vol. I, G Dit- 
 
74 EMBLEMS. Book II. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Deuteronomy xxx. 19. 
 
 / have fet before thee life and death^ ^^^ffi^g ^f^d curfing \ 
 therefore chufe ///>, that thou and thy feed may live. 
 
 THE world's a floor, whofe fwelling heaps retain 
 The mingled wages of the ploughman's toil 5 
 The world's a heap, whofe yet unwinnow'd grain 
 
 Is lodg'd with chafF, and bury'd in her foil : 
 All things are mixt, the ufeful with the vain ; 
 The good with bad, the noble with the vile : 
 The world's an ark, wherein things pure and grofs 
 Prefent their lofsful gain, and gainful lofs. 
 Where ev'ry dram of gold contains a pound of drofs. 
 
 2. 
 
 This furnifti'd ark prefents the greedy view 
 
 With all that earth can give, or Heav'n can add 5 
 Here lafting joys ; here pleafures hourly new. 
 And hourly fading, may be wifh'd and had : 
 All points of honor, counterfeit and true, 
 
 Salute thy foul, and wealth both good and bad : 
 Here may'ft thou open wide the two-leav'd door 
 Of all thy wifhes, to receive that ftore. 
 Which, being empty moft, does overflow the more. 
 
 3- 
 
 Ccme then^, my foul, approach this royal burfe. 
 And fee what wares our great exchange retains ; 
 
 Come, come ; here's that ihall make a firm divorce 
 Betwixt thy wants and thee, if want complains j 
 
 Nol 
 
B n A'//// - 
 
 Bic pefsima , Hie op turn a fer vat 
 
BooFcir. E M B L E M S. 75 
 
 No need to fit in council with thy purfe, [pains : 
 
 Here's nothing good (hall coft more price than 
 But, O my foul, take heed ; if thou rely 
 Upon thy faithlefs optics, thou wilt buy 
 
 Too blind a bargain ; know, fools only trade by th'eye« 
 
 4* . 
 The worldly wifdom of the foollfh man 
 
 Is like a fieve, that does alone retain 
 The grofler fubftance of the worthiefs bran : 
 
 But thou, my foul, let thy brave thoughts difdain 
 So coarfe a purchafe ; O be thou a fan 
 
 To purge i .e chafF, and keep the winnow*d grain : 
 Make clean thy thoughts, aad drefs thy mixt de- 
 
 [fires : 
 Thou art Hcav'n's tafker ; and thy God requires 
 The pureft of thy flour, as well as of thy fires, 
 
 5- ' 
 Let grace condu£l thee to the paths of peace. 
 
 And wifdom blefs the foul's unblemifh'd ways j 
 No matter, then, how (hort or long's the leafe, 
 
 Whofe date determines thy felf number'd days : 
 
 No need to care for wealth's or fame's increafe. 
 
 Nor Mars his palm, nor high Apollo's bays. 
 
 Lord, if thy gracious bounty pleafe to fill 
 
 The floor of my defires, and teach me fkill 
 
 To drefs and chufe the corn, take thofe the ehafF that 
 
 [will. 
 
 G 2 S. AU. 
 
76 EMBLEMS. Book II. 
 
 S. A U G U S T. Lib. I. de Doa. ChMi. 
 
 Temporal things more ravijh in the expe£iation^ than 
 in fruition : but things eternal^ more in the fruition than 
 
 expetlation. 
 
 Ibidem. 
 
 The life of man is the middle between angels andheajisi 
 if ?nan takes pleafure in carnal things^ he is compared to 
 ht-a/ls ; hut if he delight in fpiritual things^ he is fuited 
 'iuith angels » 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 Art thou a child ? Thou wilt not then be fed 
 Bat like a child, and with the children's bread : 
 But thou art fed with corn, or chaff* undreft > 
 My foul, thou favour'ft too much of the bcaft. 
 
 P H 1 1 1 P- 
 
B.n.-zv/iAcP 
 
 Heec aiiiiixalit Pxieros C jnibala ; at ilia l^r OS . 
 
Book II. E M B L E M S. 77 
 
 VIIL 
 
 Philippians iii. 19, 20. 
 
 They mnd earthly things : iut our converfatlm ;; m 
 heaven. 
 
 Venus. Divine Cupid. 
 
 f'(f;z.\X7'Hat means this peevifh babe ? Whifh, lul- 
 ^ ^ What ails my babe, what ails my babe to 
 Will nothing ftill it ? Will it neither be [cry ? 
 
 Pleas'd with the nurfe's breaft, nor mother's knee I 
 What ails my bird ? What moves my froward boy 
 To make fuch whimp'ring faces ? Peace, my joy : 
 Will nothing do ? Come, come, this peevifli brat. 
 Thus cry and brawl, and cannot tell for what ? 
 Come, bufs and friends, my lamb; whifh, lullaby. 
 What ails my babe, what ails my babe to cry \ 
 Peace, peace, my dear ; alas I thy early years 
 Had never faults to merit half thefe tears j 
 Come, fmile upon me : let thy mother fpy 
 Thy father's image in her baby's eye : 
 Hufband thefe guilty drops againft the rage. 
 Of harder fortunes, and the gripes of age ; 
 Thine eye's not ripe for tears : whifh, lullaby; 
 What ails my babe, my fweet-face'd babe to cry ? 
 Look, look, v/hat's here ! A dainty, golden thing ; 
 See how the dancing bells turn round and ring. 
 To pleafe my bantling ! Here's a knack will breed 
 An hundred kilTes ; here's a knack indeed, 
 
 G 3 So. 
 
yS EMBLEMS. Book II. 
 
 So, now my bird is white, and looks as fair 
 As Pelop's fhoulder, or a milk-white pair : 
 Herj's right the father's fmile ; when Mars beguil'd 
 Sick Venus of her heart, juft thus he fmile'd, 
 
 D I V I N E C U P I D, 
 
 Well may they fmile alike ; thy bafe-bred boy 
 And his bafe fire had both one caufe, a toy : 
 How well their fubje<Sls and their fmiles agree I 
 Thy Cupid finds a toy, and Mars found thee : 
 Falfe queen of beauty, queen of falfe delights^ 
 Thy knee prefents an emblem, that invites 
 Man to himfelf, whofe felf-tranfported heart 
 (0'erwhelm*d with native forrows, and the fmart 
 Of purchased griefs) lies whining night and day,, 
 Not knowing why, till heavy-heerd delay,, 
 The dulUbrow'd pander of defpair, lays by 
 His leaden bu/kins, and prefents his eye 
 With antic trifles, which th' indulgent earth 
 i\4akes proper objects of man's childifh mirth. 
 Thefe be the coin that pafs, the fweets that pleafe y 
 There's nothing good, there's nothing great but thefe r 
 Thefe be the pipes that bafe-born minds dance after^ 
 And turn immod'rate tears to lavifh laughter; 
 Whilft heav'nly raptures pafs without regard ; 
 Their firings are harfh, and their high ftrains unheard : 
 The ploughman's whiftle, or the trivial flute. 
 Kind more refpedl than great Apollo*^ lute. 
 We'll look to Heav'n, and truft to higher joys : 
 Let fwine lave hulks, and children whine ior tpys. 
 
 S . B JE a K 
 
SooKlI. EMBLEMS. 75 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 That Is the true and chief joy, which Is not conceived 
 from the creature, but received from the Creator -whcb 
 (being once pofl'ejl thereof) none can take from thee: where- 
 to all pkafure being compared is torment all Py^Jiff^ 
 fweet things are bitter,^ all glory is h<^fenefs, and all de- 
 useable things are defplcable, 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 Joy, in a changeable fubje^y mujl necejarlly change a% 
 thefubje^ changetb, 
 
 EPIG. 8. 
 Peace, childifh Cupid, peace : thy fingerM eye 
 Bat cries for what, in lime, will make thee cry. 
 But are thy peevifh wranglings thus appeas d r 
 Well may'ft ihou cry, that art fo poorly pleas d. 
 
 Is A2 AH 
 
9q emblems. BookIL 
 
 IX. 
 
 I S A I A H X. 3. 
 
 ^at mill ye do in the day of your vifitation? to whom 
 will ye Jiie for help ? and when will ye leave your 
 glory? 
 
 I. 
 
 IS this that jolly God, whofe Cyprian bow 
 Has (hot fo many flaming darts. 
 And made fo many wounded beauties go 
 Sadly perpkx'd with whimpering hearts ? 
 Is this that fov'reign deity, that brings 
 The flavifh world in awe, and flings 
 The blundering fouls of fwains, and flops the heart* 
 
 [of kings ? 
 
 2. 
 
 What Circaean charm, what Hccataean fpite 
 
 Has thus abus'd the god of love \ 
 Great Jove was vanquifh'd by his greater might ; 
 (And who is ftronger-arm'd than Jove ?) 
 "Or has our luftful god performed a rape. 
 And (fearing Argus' eyes) would 'fcape 
 The view of jealous earth, in this prodigious fhape ? 
 
 3- 
 
 Where be thofe rofy cheeks, that lately fcorn'd 
 
 The malice of injurious fates ? 
 Ah ! where's that pearl port-cullis * that adorn'd 
 Thofe dainty two-Ieav'd ruby gates ? 
 
 Where be thofe killing eyes that fo controlled 
 The world, and locks that did infold [gold ? 
 Like knots of flaming wire, like curls of burnifh'd 
 
 * Vort'CuUh (a term of fortification), i.e« a grate dropt down, to 
 ftop a gate-way, 
 
 3 No^ 
 
BUJ^/^A 
 
 YerLtuimnx e^dxorre&o J>iem. 
 
BookIL emblems. Si 
 
 4- 
 No, no, 'twas neither Hecataean fpite, 
 Nor charm below, nor powV above ; 
 *Twas neither Circe's fpell, nor Stygian fprite. 
 That thus transform'd our god of love ; 
 
 'Twas owl-ey'd lull (more potent far than they) 
 Whofe eyes and anions hate the day : 
 Whom all the world obfcrve, whom all the world 
 
 [obey. 
 
 See, how the latter trumpet's dreadful blafl 
 AfFriahts flout Mars his trembling fon ! 
 See, how he ftartles ! how he (lands aghaft. 
 And fcrambles from his melting throne ! 
 
 Hark, how the direful hand of vengeance tears 
 
 The fweltVing clouds, whilft heav'n appears 
 
 A circle fill'd with flame, and centre'd with his feara ! 
 
 6. 
 
 This is that day, whofe ofc report hath worn 
 
 Negleded tongues of prophets bare ; 
 The faithlefs fubje6t of the worldlings fcorn. 
 The fum of men and angels pray'r : 
 
 This, this the day, whofe all-difcerning light 
 Ranfacks the fecret dens of night 
 And fevers good from bad ; true joys from falfe de- 
 
 [light. 
 
 7- 
 You grov'ling worldlings, you, whofe wifdom trades 
 
 Where light ne'er fhot his golden ray. 
 
 That hide your actions in Cimmerian (hades. 
 
 How will your eyes endure this day ? 
 
 Hills will be dead, and mountains will not hear; 
 
 There be no caves, no corners there [fear. 
 
 To ihade your fouls from lire, to fhield your hearts from 
 
 HUGO. 
 
8i* EMBLEMS. Book II. 
 
 HUGO. 
 
 the extreme loathjomenefs of fiejhly luft^ which not 
 tnly effeminates the mind^ hut enerves the body ; which 
 not only diflaineth the Joul^ hut dijgitifelh the per/on ! It 
 is ujhered with fury and luantonnefs : it is accompanied 
 with Jilthinefs and umkanncfs j and it is followed with 
 grief and repentance* 
 
 EPIG. 9* 
 
 What I fweet-face'd Cupid, have thy baftard treafure, 
 Thy boafted honors, and thy bold-face'd pleafure, 
 Perpiex'd thee now ? I told thee long ago, 
 To what ihey*d bring thee, fool j to wit^ to woe* 
 
 Nahum 
 
B.IT.;^//7/./r' 
 
 Tiraiit . anane eft , 
 
Book II. EMBLEMS. 83 
 
 N A H U M il. 10. 
 
 She is empty i and void, and wajie. 
 
 SHE'S empty : hark, fhe founds, there's nothing there 
 But noife to fill thy ear ; 
 Thy vain inquiry can at length but find 
 
 A blall of murm'ring wind : 
 It is a cafk, that feems as full as fair. 
 
 But merely tunn'd with air : 
 Fond youth, go build thy hopes on better grounds : 
 
 The foul that vainly founds 
 Her joys upon this world, but feeds on empty founds. 
 
 2. 
 
 She*s empty : hark, fhe founds ; there's nothing in't. 
 
 The fpark-engend'ring: flint 
 Shall fooner melt, and hardeft raunce '^^ ^k^i^A firft 
 
 Difiblve, and quench thy third; 
 Ere this falfe world {hall IHII thy ftormy breaft 
 
 With fmooth-face'd calms of reft. 
 Thou may'ft as well expedt meridian light* 
 
 From fliades of black-mouth'd night. 
 As in this empty world to find a full delight. 
 
 • ^unce J i, <, a dry, mouldy crujl of iread. 
 
 She'3 
 
84 E M B L E xM S. Book IT. 
 
 3- 
 
 She's empty : hark, (he founds ; *tis void and vaft ; 
 
 What if fome flatt'ring blaft 
 Of flatuous honor fhould perchance be there, 
 
 And whifper in thine ear ? 
 It is but wind, and blows but where it lift, 
 
 And vanifheth like mift. 
 Poor honor earth can give ! What genVous mind 
 
 Would be fo bafe, to bind 
 Her heav'n-bred foul a flave to ferve a blafl of wind i 
 
 4. 
 She's empty : hark, fhe founds : 'tis but a ball 
 
 For fools to play withal : 
 The painted film but of a ftronger bubble, 
 
 That's line'd with filken trouble ; 
 It is a world, whofe work and recreation 
 
 Is vanity and vexation ; 
 A hag, repaired with vice-complexion'd paint, 
 
 A queft-houfe of complaint : 
 It is a faint, a fiend ; worfe fiend, when moft a faint, 
 
 5- 
 She's empty : hark, {he founds : 'tis vain and void. 
 
 What's here to be enjoyed 
 But grief and ficknefs, and large bills of forrow. 
 
 Drawn now, and crofs'd to-morrow? 
 Or what are men, but pufl?*s of dying breath, 
 
 Reviv'd with living death ? 
 Fond lad, O build thy hopes on furer grounds 
 
 Than what dull flefh propounds : 
 Trull not this hollow world 5 ihe's empty : hark, fhe 
 
 [founds. 
 
 S. CHRYS. 
 
Book II. E M S L £ M $. ti 
 
 S. CHRY8. ihEp. adHeb. 
 
 Contemn riches ^ and thou Jhak be rkh ; contemn glory\ 
 and thou Jhalt be glorious ; contemn injuries, and thou JJjait 
 be a conqueror ; contemn reft, and thou Jhalt gain rejl j 
 contemn earthy and thou jhalt find heaven, 
 
 HUGO Lib. de Vanit. Mundi. 
 
 The world is a vanity, which affordeth neither beauty 
 to the amorouSy nor rezvard to the laborious ^ nor encou' 
 ragement to the indujlrious. 
 
 EPIG. 10. 
 
 This houfe is to be lett for life or years ; 
 Her rent is forrow, and her income tears : 
 Cupid, 't has long ftood void ; her bills make known^ 
 She muft be dearly lett ^ or let alone. 
 
 Vol. L H Matth# 
 
S6 EMBLEMS. Book 11, 
 
 xr. 
 
 M A T T H. vii. 14. 
 
 Narrow is the way that Icadeth unto life^ and few there 
 hg that find it. 
 
 PRepoft'rous fool, thou firoul'ft * amife ; 
 Thou err'il ; that's not the way, 'tis this. 
 Thy hopps, inftru6ted by thine eye. 
 Make thee appear more near than I j 
 My floor is not fo flat, fo fine. 
 And has more obvious rubs than thine : 
 'T'is true, my way is hard and ftrait, 
 A lid leads me through a thorny gate, 
 Whofe rankling pricks are fliarp and fell ; 
 The common way to heav'n's by hell. 
 /TiS true, thy path is fhort and fair, 
 And free from rubs : Ah ! fool, beware, - 
 The fafeft road's not always ev'n ; 
 The way to hell's a feeming heav'n. 
 Think'ft thou the crown of glory's had 
 V/ith idle eafe, fond Cyprian lad ? 
 Think'fl: thou that mirth, and vain delights. 
 High feed, and fhadow-fhort'ning nights. 
 Soft knees, full bags and beds of down. 
 Are proper prologues to a crown ? 
 Or canft thou hope to come and view, 
 Like profp'rous Caefar, and fubdue ? 
 The bond-flave ufurer will trudge ; 
 In fpite of gouts, will turn a drudge. 
 And ferve his foul-condemning purfe, 
 T' increafe it with the widow'i) curfe : 
 
 * %9stt^\ i. c. roll a balU 
 
 And 
 
E.nf^ 
 
 ^r±a& : hkc itnr ad iUam 
 
BookH. emblem S. ^7 
 
 And fhall the crown of glory ftand 
 
 Not worth the waving of an hand ? 
 
 The flefhly wanton, to obtain 
 
 His rrunute-luft, will count it gain 
 
 "I'o lofe his freedom, his eftatc. 
 
 Upon To dear, fo fweet a rate : 
 
 Shall plcafures tha3 be priz'd, and mult 
 
 rieav'n's palm be cheaper than a lull r 
 
 The true-bred fpark, to hoife his name 
 
 Upoii the waxen wings of fame. 
 
 Will fight undaunted in a flood 
 
 That's rais'd with brackiili drops and blood : 
 
 And (hall the promis'd crown of life 
 
 Be thought a toy, not worth a firife ? 
 
 An eafv good brings eafy gains ; 
 
 But things of price are bought with pains. 
 
 The pleafing way is not the right : 
 
 He that would conquer heav'nj muft fight. 
 
 H2 S.HIE- 
 
88 EMBLEMS. BooicIL- 
 
 S. HIERON. in Ep. 
 
 No labor is hard^ no time is long, ivherein the gUry of 
 eternity is the mark ive level at. 
 
 S. GREG. Lib. viii, Mor. 
 
 Tfje valour of a juft man is^ to conquer theficjh^ to fon^ 
 iradidi his own will, to quench the delights of the prefenf 
 iife^ to love and endure the miferies of this world for the 
 reward of a better, to contemn the flatteries of projperity:^ 
 and inwardly to overcome, the fears of adverfjty. 
 
 EPIG. lu 
 
 Capid, If thy fmoother way were righf, 
 
 1 ihould miftruft this crown were counterfeit. 
 The way's not eafy, where the pri^e is great % 
 1 hope no virtues^ where I fmell no fweat, 
 
 G A L A T. 
 
l^.H.J^m^. IS. 
 
 In Cruce Itat fecurus Amor. 
 
Book II. EMBLEMS. S<, 
 
 XII. 
 
 G A L A T. vi. 14. 
 
 God forbid that I Jhould glory^ jhve In the crofs, 
 
 I. 
 
 CAN nothing fettle my uncertain breaft^ 
 And fix my rambling love ? 
 Can my affections find out nothing beft, 
 
 But ftill and ftill remove? 
 Has earth no mercy ? Will no arlc of reft 
 
 Receive my reftlefs dove ? 
 Is there no good, than which there's nothing hfghV, 
 
 To blefs my full defire 
 With joys that neverchange ^ with joys that ne'er 
 
 [expiie } 
 2; 
 I wanted wealth ; and, at my dear requeft. 
 
 Earth lent a quick fupply ; 
 I wanted mirth, to charni'n;y fullen breaii; • 
 
 And who more briik than I ? 
 I wanted fame, to glori// the reft ; 
 
 My fame flew eagle- high : 
 My joy not fully ripe, but all decay'd, 
 
 Wealth vanifti'd like a ftiade ; 
 My mirth began to flag, my fame began to i2.d^:. 
 
 3- 
 
 The world's an ocean, hurry'd to and fro 
 
 With evVy blaft of pafllon : 
 
 Her luftfull ftrcami:, when either ebb or ilow. 
 Are tides of man's vexation : 
 
 H 3 Thcv 
 
90 EMBLEMS. Book II, 
 
 They alter daily, and they daily grow 
 
 The worfe by alteration : 
 
 The earth's a cafk full-tunn'd, yet wanting meafure ; 
 Her precious wine is pleafure ; 
 
 Her yeft * is honor's puff j her lees f are worldly trea- 
 
 [fure. 
 
 4- 
 
 My truft is in the. crofs : let beauty flag 
 
 Her loofe, her wanton fail ; 
 Let count'nance-gilding honor ceafe to brag 
 
 In couj tly terms, and vail ; 
 Let ditch-bred wealth henceforth forget to wag 
 
 Her bafe, though golden, tail 5 
 Falfe beauty's conqueft is but real lofs, 
 
 And wealth but golden drofs ; 
 Beft honor's but a blaft : my truft is in the crofs. 
 
 5- 
 My truft is in the crofs ; there lies my reft: 
 
 My faft, my fole delight : 
 Let cold- mouth 'd Boreas, or the hot-i?:?outhM Eaft, 
 
 .Blow till they burft with fpite ; 
 Let earth and hell confpire their worft, their beft. 
 
 And join their twifted might ; 
 Let {how'rs of thunderbolts dart round and wound me^ 
 And troops of fiends furround me^ 
 All this may well confront ; all this fhall ne'er con- 
 
 [found me. 
 
 * Ttjij or yeajl j i. e. barm, uftd for fer.'neatatlori of lI<juois. 
 f Lecsj tl>e ielUemCDt, or dregs at boitom. 
 
 S. AUG. 
 
Book II. EMBLEMS. 91 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 ChriJTs crofs is the chriji-crofs of all our happinefs ; it 
 delivers us from all hlindnefs of error ^ and enriches our 
 darknefs ivith light ; it refloreth the troubled foul to re/i ; 
 it hringeth flrangers to God's acquaintance ; // mahcth 
 remote foreigners near neighbours ; // cutteth off difcord ; 
 condudeth a league of everlafling peace \ and is thi bum* 
 teous author of all good. 
 
 S. BERN. inSer. de Refun 
 
 Tf^e find glory in the crofs ; to tts that are faved^ it is 
 the power of God, and the fullnefs of all virtues ^ 
 
 EPIG. 12. 
 
 I followM reft ; reft fled, and foon forfook me : 
 I ran from grief ; grief ran, and overtook me. 
 What fhall 1 do ? Left I be too much toft 
 On worldly crofles. Lord, let me be croft. 
 
 P R T, 
 
92 E M B L E M S. Book II. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 pR O V. XXVI. II. 
 
 ^s a dog returnetb to his vomit, fo a fool rettiTneth to 
 his folly. 
 
 OI am wounded ! and my wounds do fmart 
 Beyond my patience, or great Chiron's art ; ' 
 I yield, I yield the day, the palm Is thine ; [mine. 
 Thy bow's more true, thy fhaft's more fierce, than 
 Hold, hold, O hold thy conquering hand. What need 
 To fend more darts ? the firft has done the deed : 
 Oft have we ftruggled, when our equal arms 
 Shot equal fliafts, inflidted equal harms ; 
 But this exceeds, and, with her flaming head, 
 Twy-fork'd with death, has ftruckmyconfciencedead. 
 But muft I die ? ah me ! if that were all. 
 Then, then I'd ftroke my bleeding wounds, and call 
 This dart a cordial, and with joy endure 
 Thefe harfti ingredients, where my grief's my cure. 
 But fomething whifpers In my dying ear. 
 There is an After-day j which day 1 fear. 
 
 The fl«nder debt to nature's quickly paid, 
 Difcharge'd perchance with greater eafe than made ; 
 But if that pale-face'd ferjeant make arreft. 
 Ten thoufand actions would (whereof the leaft 
 Is more than all this lower world can bail) 
 Be enter'd, and condemn me to the jail 
 Of Stygian darknefs, bound in red-hot chains. 
 And gripe'd with tortures worfe than Titian pains» 
 Farewe) n.y vain, farewel my loofe delights; 
 Farewel my rambling days, my reveling nights; 
 
 'Twas 
 
BH.^/T^A/ 
 
 J^olt TxQnera Dsemon. 
 
Book II. EMBLEMS. 93 
 
 *Twas you betrayM me firft ; and when ye found 
 My foul at Vantage, gave my foul the wound : 
 Farewel my bullion • gods, whofe fov'reign looks 
 So often catch'd me with their golden hooks ; 
 Go feek another flave ; ye all muft go ; 
 I cannot ferve my God and bullion too. 
 Farewel falfe honor j you whofe airy wings 
 Did mount my foul above the thrones of kings | 
 Then flatter*d me, took pet, and, in difdain, 
 Nipt my green buds ; then kick'd me down again : 
 Faiev/t^i my bow ; farewel my Cyprian quiver ; 
 Farewel dear world, farewel dear world for ever. 
 O, hue this moft delicious world, how fweet 
 Her pleafures relifh ! Ah ! how jump f they meet 
 The grafping foul, and, with their fprightly fire. 
 Revive and raife, and roufe the wrapt defire ! 
 For ever ? O, to part fo long ! what, never 
 Meet more ? another year, and then for ever : 
 Too quick refolves do refolution wrong ; 
 What, part fo foon, to be divorce'd (a long ? 
 Things to be done, are long to be debated ; 
 Heav'n is not day*d. Repentance is not dated, 
 
 ^F Bullion J X. e. gold or filver in the mafs ; put for rlche», 
 t J'*'"^ i »• e, fit, or tally withi 
 
 S. A U. 
 
94 E M B L E M S. Book II.. 
 
 S. A U G U S T. lib. de Util. agen. Pcen. 
 
 Go up, my fouL into the tribunal of thy confcience : there 
 fit thy gkilty [elf before thy I elf: hide not thy f elf behind 
 thyfcify hfi God bring thee forth before thyfef. 
 
 S. AUGUST, in Soliloq. 
 
 In *vain is that tuajhing, ivhere the next fn defileth : he 
 hath ill repented^ whofejim are repeated: thatfomcch is 
 the ivorfe for vomitings that licketh up his 'uotnit, 
 
 A N S E L M. 
 
 Gsd hath promifed pardon t^ him that repent eth j but 
 he hath mt prcmifid Npmtmc^ to him thMt/imuth* 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 Brain-wounded Cupid, had this hafty darf. 
 As it has prickM thy fancy, pierceM thy heart, 
 'T had been thy friend : O how hath it dcceiv'd thee f 
 For had this dart but kill'd, this dart had fav'd thee. 
 
 Pr o V. 
 
l&H.-E^nlr 
 
 Poll lapfum. £ortms afto. 
 
Bocnc il. £ M B L E M S. ^5 
 
 XIV. 
 
 P R O V. Xxlv. 16. 
 
 A jiifl man fallcth /even times, and rifeih again ; hut 
 the wicked Jhall fall into ?nij chief, 
 
 r. 
 
 J npiS but a foil at beft, and that*s the moft 
 
 ^d Your fkill can boa(t ; 
 
 My ilipp'ry footing fail'd me ; and yon tript, 
 
 Juft as I flipt: 
 My wanton weaknefs did herfelf betray 
 
 With too much play : 
 I was too bold ; he never yet ftood fure, 
 
 That ftands fecure : 
 Who ever truflcd to his native ftrength. 
 
 But fell at length r 
 The title's craz'd * ; the tenure is not good. 
 That claims by th' evidence of flefh and blood. 
 
 2. 
 
 Boaft not thy fkill ; the ricrhteous man falls oft. 
 
 Yet falls but fof^ : 
 There may be dirt to mire him, but no ftones 
 
 To crufli his bones : 
 What if he ftaggers ? nay, put cafe he be 
 
 Foil'd on his knee I 
 That very knee will bend to heav'n, and woo 
 
 JPor mercy too. 
 The true-bred gamefter ups afrefh, and then 
 
 Falls to't again j 
 Whereas the leaden-hearted coward lies, 
 And yields his conquer'd life, or craven'd f dies. 
 
 *'Cr9x*di i.e. weak. -f Craven d^ i.e. conquer'd. 
 
 2 Boaft 
 
9^ EMBLEM 8. fioofc lU 
 
 3- 
 
 Boaft not thy conqueft ; thou that ev'ry hour 
 
 Fairft ten times low'r ; 
 Nay, hafi not pow'r to rife, if not, in cafe. 
 
 To fall more bafe ; 
 Thou wallow'ftj where I flip ; and thou dofl tumble^ 
 
 Where 1 but ftumble : 
 Thou glory'ft in thy ilav'ry's dirty badges. 
 
 And fairft for wages : i- 
 Sour grief and fad repentance fconrs and clears 
 
 My ftains with tears ; 
 Thy falling kieeps thy falling ftill in ure * j 
 But when I flip, I ftand the more fecure. 
 
 4- 
 Lord, what z iiothihg is this little fpanj 
 
 We call a M A N ! 
 What fenny trafh maintains the fmoth*ring firei 
 
 Of his defires I 
 How flight and (hort are his refolves at longeft ! 
 
 How weak at ftrongeft ! 
 O, if a fmnef, held by that fail hand^ 
 
 Can hardly fland 5 
 Good God ! in what a defp'rate cafe are they. 
 
 That have no fl:ay I 
 Man's flate implies a neceflfary curfe : [worfe. 
 
 When not himfelf, he*s mad ^ when moit himfelfj he's 
 
 # t/re'f i, e ufe. 
 
 'S^AMi. 
 
Book IL E M B L E M S» 97 
 
 S. A M B R O S. in Ser. ad VincuU. 
 
 Peter Jiood more firmly after he had lamented his fall^ 
 than before he fell\ infomuch that he found more grace ^ 
 than he loji grace, 
 
 S. C HRY S. in Ep. ad Hellod. Monach. 
 
 // is no fuch heincus matter to fall affli^led^ aSy being 
 down, to lie dejeSfed. It is no danger for afoldier to re- 
 ceive a wound in battle, but, after the wound received^ 
 through defpair of recovery, to refufe a ronedy ; for ice 
 often fee wounded champions wear the palm at lafly and^ 
 afier fight, crowned with viSlory^ 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 Triumph not, Cupid, his mifchance doth {hew 
 Thy trade ; doth once, what thou doft always do ; 
 Brag not too foon ; has thy prevailing hand 
 Foil'd him ? ah fool, th*halt taught him how to (land. 
 
 V*L. L 2 ff. 
 
qZ EMBLEMS. 3ook II. 
 
 XV. 
 
 J E R. xxxii. 40. 
 
 / win put my fear in their hearts^ that they Jhall not 
 depart from ?ne» 
 
 SO, now the fouFs fublime*d ; her four defires 
 Are recalcine'd * in heav'n's wel 1 -tern per *d fires : 
 The heart reftore'd and purge 'd from drofly nature, 
 Now finds the freedom of a new-born creature: 
 It lives another life, it breathes new breath ; 
 It neither fears nor feels the fting of death : 
 Like as the idle vagrant (having none) 
 That boldly f 'dopts each houfe he views, his own; 
 Makes ev'ry pulfe his chequer % ; and, at pleafure. 
 Walks forth, and taxes all the world, like C^efarj 
 At length, by virtue of a juft command. 
 His fides are lent to a feverer hand ; 
 Whereon his pafs, not fully underftood. 
 Is taxed in a manufcript of blood ; 
 Thus paft from town to town ; until he connJ 
 A fore repentant to his native home : 
 Ev'n fo the rambling heart, that idly roves 
 From crimes to fin, and uncontroul'd removes 
 From luft to luft, when wanton llefh invites 
 From old worn pleafures to new choice delights ; 
 At length, correcSled by the filial rod 
 Of his offended, but his gracious God, 
 And lafti'd from fins to fighsj and, by degrees. 
 From fighs to vows, from vows to bended knees ; 
 From bended knees to a true penfive breaft ; 
 From thence to torments not by tongue expreft 5 
 
 ♦ Recalcine'd : to calcine, is, with chymifts, to burn to a cinder* 
 •J- ^Dopti ; i. e. adopts, or makes his own. 
 \ Cbequcri i. e. exchequer, or treafury. 
 
 3 Returns j 
 
B.H .g-w- 
 
 Patet^dieri ; clauditnr Orbi, 
 

 o >'i£ a.\. 
 
Book 11. EMBLEMS. 99 
 
 Returns; and (from his finful k]f exilM) 
 
 Finds a glad father, he a welcome child : 
 
 O then it lives ; O then it lives involv'd 
 
 In fecret raptures ; pants to be diflblv'd : 
 
 The royal off-fpring of a fecond birth. 
 
 Sets ope' to heav'n, and (huts the door to earth : 
 
 If love-fick Jove commanded clouds ihould hap 
 
 To rain fuch fhoA''rs as quicken'd Danae's lap: 
 
 Or dogs (far kinder than their purple matter) 
 
 Should lick his fores ; he laughs, nor weeps the faRer, 
 
 If earth (heav'n'*s rival) dart her idle ray ; 
 
 To heav'n, 'tis wax, — and to the world, 'tis clay : 
 
 If earth prefent delight?, it fcorns to draw; 
 
 But, like the jet * unrubb'd, difdains that Oraw. 
 
 No hope deceives it, and no coubt divides it ; 
 
 No grief difturbs it, and no error guides it ; 
 
 No good ccntemns it, and no virtue blames it j 
 
 No guilt condemns ir, and no folly Ciamts it ; 
 
 No (loth befots it, and no 'ufi enthralls it -, 
 
 No fcorn afHidls it, and no paffion galls it : 
 
 It is a cark'net t of immortal life ; 
 
 An ark of peace ; the lifts of facred ftrife; 
 
 A purer piece of endlefs tranfitory ; 
 
 A fiirine of grace, a little throne of glory : 
 
 A heav'n born ofF-fpring of a new-born birth ; 
 
 An earthly heav'n ; an ounce of heavenly earth. 
 
 • Jet;i. e. black amber : which, robb'd; has an attrafti? e quality. 
 f A cark'ntt } i. c. a necklace. 
 
 I 2 S. AU- 
 
iOii> EMBLEMS. Book II. 
 
 S. AUG. de Spir. & Anima. 
 
 O happy hearty where piety affeSfeth, tvhere humility 
 fuhje^eth, where repentance correSiethy where obedience 
 dire^eth^ where per f ever ance perfeSieth^ where power pro- 
 teSieth^ where devotion proje^ethy where charity ionnec- 
 teth. 
 
 S. G R E G. 
 
 lyhich way foever the heart turneth itfelf (if care- 
 fully)^ it Jhall commonly objerve^ that in thoje very things 
 we lofe Gody in thofe very things we Jhall find God : it 
 Jhall find the heat of his power y in the confideration of 
 thofe things^ in the love of which things he was mofi cold\ 
 and by ivhat things it felly pcrvertedy by thofe things it is 
 raifedy converted. 
 
 E P I G. 15. 
 
 My heart I But wherefore do I call thee To ? 
 1 have renounce'd my intVeft long ago : 
 When thou vvcrx falfe and fleihly, I was thine; 
 Mine wert thou r\^\(tv^ till thou wert not mine. 
 
 THE 
 
si 1/ 
 
 B.Bl.^rr/i^ 
 
 fb^hjl 2Y<Pfalm..38.3 
 
 »0 »Y£.3i '-J"- 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. lox 
 
 THE 
 
 THIRD BOOK. 
 
 THE ENTERTAINMENT. 
 
 ALL you, whole better thoughts are newly born. 
 And (rebaptize'd with holy fire, czn (corn 
 The world's bafe trafli ; whofe necks difdain to bear 
 Th' imperious yoke of Satan ; whoiC chafle ear 
 No wanton fongs of fyrens can furprife 
 With falfe delight ; whofe more-than-eagle eyes 
 Can view the glorious flames of gold, and gaze 
 On glitt'riiig beams of honor, and not daze * ; 
 Whofe fouls can fpurn at pleafurc, and deny 
 The loofe fuggeflions of the fit (h ; draw nigh. 
 And you, whofe am'rous, whofe feleft defires. 
 Would feel the warmth of thofe tranfcendent fires, 
 Whicb (like the rifing fun) put out the light 
 Of Venus' flar, and turn her day to night; 
 You that would love, and have your paiiions crowft*d 
 With greater happinefs than can be found 
 In your own wifhes ; you that would afFe<5l 
 Where neither fcorn, nor guile, nor difrefpefl, 
 Shall wound your tortur'd fouls ; that would enjoy. 
 Where neither want can pinch, nor fuUnefs cloy, 
 Nor double doubt aifli£ls, nor bafer fear 
 Unflames your courage in purfuit ; draw near. 
 Shake hands f with earth, and let your foul refpe£l 
 Her joys no further, than her joys refle<^ 
 
 * Djze'j !. e. to be dazzled. 
 
 f Shake bands •with 3 i. c. take leave of, 
 
 I 3 Upon 
 
loa EMBLEMS. Book lit 
 
 Upon her Maker's glory ; if thou fwim 
 In wealth, fee Him in all ; fee all in Him : 
 Sink'ft thou in want, and is thy fmall crufe fpent f 
 See Him, in want : enjoy Him, in content: 
 Conceiv'ft Him lodg'd in crofs, or loft in pain ? 
 In pray'r and patience^ find Him out again : 
 Make Heav*n thy mifirefs ; let no change remove 
 Thy loyal heart, — be fond, be fick of love : 
 What if he ftop his car, or knit his brow ? 
 At length he'll be as fond, as Tick as thou : 
 Dart up thy foul in groans ; thy fecret groan 
 Shall pierce his ear, fhall pierce his ear alone : 
 Dart up thy foul in vows : thy facred vow 
 Shall find Him out, where Heav'n alone (hall know « 
 Dart up thy foul in fighs : thy whifp'ri ng figh 
 Shall roufe his ears, and fear no lif^ner ni2;h 3 
 Send up thy groans, thy fighs, thy clofet vow ; [tlioti* 
 There's none, there's none fhall know but Heav'n and 
 Groans frefti'd with vows, and vow^ made fait with 
 Unfcale his eyes, and fcale his eonquer'd ears : [tears, 
 Shoot up the bofom-fhafts of thy defire, 
 Feather'd with faith, and double-fork'd with fire 5 
 And they will hit : fearnot, where Heav'n bids come j. 
 Heav*n's never deaf, but when man's heart is dumb,. 
 
 f SAI AS 
 
JsooE 
 
T^.TTF 
 
 Baiali.ae.Q. 
 
BookIII. emblems. 103 
 
 I. 
 
 Isaiah xxvi. g. 
 
 My foul hath defer ed thee in the night, 
 
 GOOD God ! what horrid darknefs doth furround 
 My groping foul ! how are my fenfes bound 
 In utter fhades, and, muffled from the light. 
 Lurk in the bofom of eternal night ! 
 The bold-face'd lamp of heav*n cm fet and rife, ,: 
 And, with his morning glory, fill the eyes - *^ 
 Of gazing mortals; his vifVorious ray 
 Can chafe the fhadows, and reftore the day : 
 Night's baftiful emprefs, though flie often wane. 
 As oft repents her darknefs, primes again ; 
 And, with her circling horns, doth re-embrace 
 Her brother's wealth, and orbs her filver face. 
 But ah ! my fun, deep-fvvallow'd in his fall. 
 Is fet, and cannot (hine, nor rife at all : 
 My bankrupt wane can beg nor borrow light ; 
 Alas ! my darknefs is perpetual night.- 
 Falls have their rifmgs, wanings have their primes. 
 And defp'rate forrows wait their better times : 
 Ebbs have their floods, and autumns have their fpringS) 
 All ftates have changes, hurry'd with the fwings 
 Of chance and time, flill tiding to and fro : 
 Terreftrial bodies, and celeftial too. 
 How often have I vainly grope'd about. 
 With lengthen'd arms, to find a pafTage out. 
 That 1 might catch thofe beams mine eye defiresj 
 And bathe my foul in thofe celeftial fires I 
 Like as the hagard *, cloifter'd in her mewf. 
 To fcour her downy robes, and to renew 
 
 • Hagard -f i. c. a wild hawk. 
 f i^ew i i. c. coop, or cage. 
 
104 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 Her broken flags *, preparing t* overlook 
 
 The tim'rous mallard f at the Aiding brook,' 
 
 Jets :j: oft from perch to perch, from ftock || to ground ; 
 
 From ground to window ; thus furveying round 
 
 Her dove-befeather'd prifon, till at length 
 
 (Calling her noble birth to mind, and ftrength 
 
 Whereto her wing was born) her ragged beak 
 
 Nips off her jangling jefles **, ftrives to break 
 
 Her jingling fetters, and begins to bate § 
 
 At ev'ry glimpfe, and darts at ev'ry grate iff : 
 
 Ev'n fo my weary foul, that long has been 
 
 An inmate in this tenement of fin, 
 
 LockM up by cloud-brow'd error, which invites 
 
 My cloifter'd thoughts to feed on black delights. 
 
 Now fcorns her ihadows, and begins to dart 
 
 Her wing's defires at thee, that only art 
 
 The fun fhe feeks, whofe rifing beams can fright 
 
 Thefe dufky clouds that make fo dark a night : 
 
 Shine forth, great glory, fhine 5 that I may fee 
 
 Both how to loath myfelf, and honor thee : 
 
 But if my weaknefs force thee to deny 
 
 Thy flames, yet lend the twilight of thine eye : 
 
 If I mufl want thofe beams I wiih, yet grant 
 
 That I, at leaft, may wifh thofe beams 1 want. 
 
 =F Flags \ i.e. wing-feathcrj, 
 
 f Malldrd-^ i. c. drake (water-fowl). 
 
 \ Jets J i. e. hops. 
 
 II Stocky i. e. perch. 
 
 Jejes ; i. e. leither thongs that tied on the belli. 
 ^ Bate-f i.e. flutter her wings, 
 ^ Grate f i. e. lattice. 
 
 The above are all terms 10 falconry, 
 
 S.AU- 
 
 ** 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. i©5 
 
 S. AUGUST. Soliloq. Cap. 33. 
 
 There was a great dark cloud of vanity before mine 
 eyes^ fo that J could not fee the Sun of fuflice^ and the 
 Light of 'truth,; I, being the fon of darknefs^ was in- 
 volved in darktiefi^ becaufe I knew not thy light : I was 
 blind, and loved inj blindnefs^ and did walk from, dark- 
 nefs to darknefs : but, Lord^ thou art my God, who haji 
 led me from farknefs^ and il^e Jhadoio of death ; haji 
 called me Jnto this ^krious lights and Uhqfy^ J fii*i j 
 
 EPIG. I. 
 
 My foul, chear up ; wHat if tbe^night be long, 
 Heav'n finds an ear, when Tinners find a tongue; 
 Thy tears are morning {howVs : Heav'n bids mefayi 
 When Peter's cock begins to crow, 'tis day. 
 
 Psalm 
 
ic6 EMBLEMS. Book III.- 
 
 II. 
 
 Psalm Ixix. 5. 
 
 Lord^ thou kmweji my fooViJlmefs^ andmy fim are not 
 hid from thee* 
 
 SEEST thou this fulfome idcot ? in what meafure 
 He Teems tranfported with the antic pleafure 
 Of childifti bawbles ? Canft thou but admire 
 7'he empty fullnefs of his vain defire ? 
 Canft thou conceive fuch poor delights as thefe 
 Can fill th' infatiate foul of man, or pleafe 
 The fond afpedl: of his deluded eye ? 
 Reader, fuch very fools are thou and I : 
 Falfe pufFs of honour j the deceitful ftreams 
 Of v^eaUh ; the idle, vain, and empty dreams 
 Of pleafure, are our trafHck, and enfnare 
 Our fouls, the threefold fubjea of our care \ 
 We toil for trafh, we barter folid joys 
 For airy trifles, fell our heav'n for toys ; 
 We catch at barley-grains, whilft pearls ftand by 
 Defpis'd ; fuch very fools are thou and I. 
 Aim'ft thou at honor \ does not th' ideot {hake it 
 In his left hand ? fond man, ftep forth and take it : 
 Or would'ft thou wealth ? fee nowthe fool prefents thee 
 With a full bafket, if fuch wealth contents thee : 
 Would'ft thou take pleafure ? If the fool unftridc 
 His prancing ftallion, thou may*ft up and ride : 
 Fond man, fuch is the pleafure, wealth, and honor 
 The earth affords fuch fools as doat upon her : 
 Such is the game whereat earth's ideots fly ; 
 Such ideots, ah ! fuch fools, arc thou and I. 
 
 Had 
 
B.m.^/«/'.;? 
 
 \ a Ml . 
 
 Pialra.Gg . c 
 
Book: III. EMBLEM S, 107 
 
 Had rebel man's fool-hardinefs extended 
 
 No farther than hlmfelf, and there had ertded. 
 
 It had been juft ; but, thus enrage'd, to fly 
 
 Upon th' eternal eyes of Majefty, 
 
 And drag the Son of Glory from the breaft 
 
 Of his indulgent Father ; to arreft 
 
 His great and facred perfon ; in difgrace 
 
 To fpit and fpawl upon his fun-bright face ; 
 
 To taunt him with bafe terms, and, being bound. 
 
 To fcourge his foft, his trembling fides ; to wound 
 
 His head with thorns ; his heart with human fears ; 
 
 His hands with nails, and his pale flank with fpears ; 
 
 And then to paddle in the purer ftream 
 
 Of his fpilt blood, is more than moft extreme ; 
 
 Great Builder of mankind, canft thou propound 
 
 All this to thy bright eyes, and not confound 
 
 Thy handy-work ? O ! canft thou chufe but fee, 
 
 That made'ft the eye ? can aught be hid from thee ? 
 
 Thou feeft our perfons. Lord, and not our guilt ; 
 
 Thou feeft not what thou may'ft, but what thou wilt : 
 
 The hand that form'd us is inforce'd to be 
 
 A fcreen fet up betwixt thy work and thee : 
 
 Look, look upon that hand, and thou (halt fpy 
 
 An open wound, a thor'ghfare for thine eye ; 
 
 Or if that wound be clos'd, that pafl'age be 
 
 Deny'd between thy gracious eye and me, 
 
 Yet view the fear ; that fear will countermand 
 
 Thy wrath : O read my fortune in thy hand. 
 
 S. CHRYS, 
 
fofk E M B L E M S. Hook III. 
 
 S. GHRYS. Horn. iv. Joan. 
 
 Faols feem to abound in wealth, when they want all 
 
 things ; they feem to enjoy happinefsy when indeed they are 
 
 only mojl niiferahle : neither do they underjiand that they 
 
 are deluded by their fancy ^ till they be delivered from their 
 
 folly, 
 
 S. GREG, in Mor. 
 
 By fo much the more are we inwardly foolijhy by how 
 much we Jirive to fee?n outwardly wife. 
 
 EPIG. 2. 
 
 Rebellious fool, what has thy folly done ? 
 Cpntrourd thy God, and crucify'd his Son ! 
 How fweetly has the Lord of Life deceived thee ! 
 Thou ihedd*ft his blopd, and that fhed blood has fav'd 
 
 [thee. 
 
 Psalm 
 
B.ur.^/^i/.j 
 
 Pralm-.6.2 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. to^ 
 
 III. 
 
 Psalm vi. 2. 
 
 Have 7nercyy Lord^ upon me^for I am lueak ; Lord, 
 beal mcy for my bones are vexed. 
 
 Soul. Jesus. 
 
 Soul. \ H!SonofDavid,help. f^Whatfinfulcry 
 XJL Implores the Son of David ? Soul, It is I. 
 Jef. Who art thou? Soul, Oh \ a deeply- wounded 
 That's heavy laden, and would fain have reft, [breaft 
 Jef. I have no fcraps ; and dogs muft not be fed. 
 Like houfhold children, with the'children's bread. 
 Soul, True, Lord ; yet tolerate a hungry whelp 
 To lick their crums : O Son of David, help. 
 
 Jf, Poor foul, what ail'ft thou ? Soul, O I burn, I 
 I cannot reft \ I know not where to fly, [fry. 
 
 To find fome eafe : I turn my blubber'd face 
 From man to man ; I roll from place to place, 
 T' avoid my tortures, to obtain relief. 
 But ftill am dogg'd and haunted with my grief: 
 My midnight torments call^the fluggifh light. 
 And, when the morning's come, they woo the night. 
 Jef Surceafe thy tears, and fpeak thy freedefires, 
 Souh Quench, quench my flames, and 'fwage thofe 
 
 [fcorching fires. 
 Jef, Canft thou believe my hand can cure thy grief? 
 Soul. Lord, 1 believe; Lord, help my unbelief. 
 Jef Hold forth thine arm, and let my fingers try 
 Thy palfe : where, chiefly, doth thy torment lie ? 
 SouL From head to foot ; it reigns in ev'ry part. 
 But plays the felf-law'd tyrant in my heart. 
 
 Vol. L K Jef. 
 
110 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 ^ef, Canft thou digeft, canft relifti wholfome food t 
 How flands tfey tafte \ SouL To nothing that is good. 
 All finful trafh, and earth's unfav'ry fluff, 
 I can digeft and relifh well enough. 
 
 Jefus, Is not thy blood as cold as hot, by turns ? 
 
 SouL Cold to what*s good ; to what is baJ, \t burns. 
 
 Jef. How old's thy grief? SouL I took it at the fall^ 
 With eating fruit. Jef, 'Tis epidemical : 
 Thv blood's infe6led, and th' infection fprung . 
 From a bad liver : 'tis ? fever ftrong 
 And full of death, unlefs, with prefent fpeed, 
 A vein be open'd : thou muft die, or bleed. 
 
 SouL O 1 am faint and fpent : that lance that fhall 
 Let forth my blood, lets forth-my life withal : 
 My foul wants cordials ; and has greater need 
 Of blood, than (being fpent fo far) to bleed : 
 I faint already; if I bleed, I die. '. 
 
 Jef, 'Tis either you muft bleed, fick foul, or I ; 
 My blood's a cordial. He that fucks my veins. 
 Shall cleanfe his own, and conquer greater pains 
 Than thefe ; chear up; this precious blood of mine 
 Shall cure thy grief; my heart fliail bleed for thine. 
 Believe, and view me with a faithful eye, 
 Thy foul Ihall neither languifh, bleed, nor die. 
 
 ?. AU-. 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS, 
 
 III 
 
 _, _S. AUGUST, lib. X. ConfefT. 
 
 Zori, he merciful unto me I Ah me I behold^ I hide mi 
 my zvounds : Thou art a Phyfician, and / amfuk ; thou 
 art merciful^ and I am mtferabk. 
 
 S.GREG, in Paflora?. 
 
 with hou 
 Ith to my 
 J mercifull 
 for me^ nurcijul to me f 
 
 ^. U K IL G. in Paflora?. 
 O wifdom with how fzveet an art do thy wine and 
 ^tl rejhre health to my hcalthlefs foul! Hovj powerfully 
 meraful, how mercifully powerful art thou ! PowirM 
 
 EPIC. 3, 
 Canft thou be Hck, and Tuch a do^or by } 
 i hou canft not l»ve» u»Iea thy Doaor die ! 
 Strarme kind of g/ief, that 5nds no med'cine gooi 
 1 fwage her pains, but the Phyfician'^ bloo^ 1 
 
 ^ 2 Psalm 
 
112 i: M B L E M S. Book III. 
 
 IV. 
 
 . Psalm xxv. iS, 
 
 hosk upon my affA^io!* and my pain^ and forgive all 
 my fins, 
 
 BOTH work and ftrokes ? both lafh and }abor too ? 
 What more could Edom or proud Afliur do ? 
 Stripes after ftripes ; and blows fucceeding blows \ 
 Lordj has- thy fcourge no mercy, and my woes 
 No end ? my pains no eafe ? no intermiflion f 
 Is this the ftate, is this the fad condition 
 Of thofe that trufi: thee ; will thy goodnefs pleafe 
 T' allow no other favors ? none but thefe ? 
 Will not the rhetoric of my torments move ? 
 Are thefe the fymptoms, thefe the figns of love ? 
 Is't not enough, enough that I fulfill 
 The toilfome taik of thy laborious will ? / 
 
 May not this labor expiate and purge 
 My fni, without th' addition of a fcourge ? 
 Look on my cloudy brow, how faft it rains 
 ^Kiu fhow'fs of fweat, the fruits of fruitlefs pains ; 
 Behold ihtk ridges, fee what purple furrows 
 'iliy plough has madej O think upon thofe forrows 
 i'hat once were thine; O wilt thou not be woo'd 
 To mercy by the charms of fweat and blood ? 
 Canft thou forget that drowfy mount wherein 
 'i^hy dull difciples flept ? was not my fin 
 There punifh'd in thy foul ? Did not this brow 
 Then fweat in thine i' were not thofe drops enow ? 
 Remember Golgotha, where that fpring-tide 
 O'erilow'd thy k)v'reign, faciamental fide : 
 
 3 There 
 
BM.^^nA f 
 
 Pfalm-^jiS 
 

Book in. E M B L E M S^. 113^ 
 
 There was no fin, there was no guilt in thee, [me. 
 That caused thofe pains ; thou fvveat*ft, thou bled'lt for 
 Was there not blood enough, when one fmall drop 
 Had pow'r to ranfom thoufand worlds, and flop 
 The mouth of juftice P Lord, I bled before 
 In thy deep wounds ; can juftice challenge more I 
 Or doft thou vainly labor to hedge in 
 Thy lofTes from my fides ? my blood is thin. 
 And thy free bounty fcorns fuch eafy thrift ; 
 No, no, thy blood came not as loan, but glfr» 
 xBut muft I ever grind ? and muft I earn 
 Nothing but ftripes ? O wilt thou difaltem * 
 The reft thou gav'ft ? haft thou perus'd the curfe 
 Thou laid'ft on Adam's fall, and made it v.orfe f 
 Canft thou repent of mercy ? Pleav'a thought (jood 
 Loft man (hould feed in fweat 5 not work in blood ; 
 Why doft thou wound th' already wounded breaft r 
 Ah me ! my life is but a pain at bcft : 
 I am but dying duft : my day's a fpan ; 
 What pleafure take'ft thou in the blood of man ? 
 Spare, fpare thy fcourge, and be not fo auftere : 
 Send fewer ftrok.es, or lend more ftrength to bear.. 
 
 * Difahern\ i. e. fct afidc the alternate changes oi Jinte: and reji^ 
 .commoA to roan* 
 
 S. BER.M. 
 
U4 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 S. BERN. Horn. Ixxxi. in Cant. 
 
 Mtferable man / JVho Jhall deliver me from the re- 
 proach of this Jhameful bondage ? I am a miferahle man^ 
 but a free man, ; free, becaufe a man ; miferable^ becaufe 
 afervant : in regard of my boyidage^ miferable ; in regard 
 of my will, inexcufeable : for my will, that was free, be-- 
 jlaved iijelftofm, by ajfenting toftn , for he that commit" 
 UthfiUy is the fervant to fm. 
 
 EPIG. 4. 
 
 Tax not thy God : thine own defaults did urge 
 This twofold punifhment j the mill, the fcourge. 
 Thy fin's the author of thy felf-tormenting : 
 Tbou grind'ft for finning j fcourg'd for not regentingo. 
 
 Job 
 
R. HI. ///,//. J 
 
 Ooi). JO. c) 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. 115 
 
 V. 
 
 Job X. 9. 
 
 Remember, I befeech thee, that thou haft made me as the 
 day, and wilt thou bring me into duft again ? 
 
 THUS from the bofom of the new-made earth 
 Poor man was del v*d *, and had his unborn birth ; 
 The fame the fluff, the felf-fame hand doth trim 
 The plant that fades, the beafl that dies, and him : 
 One was their fire, one was their common mother, 
 Plants are his fiflers, and the beafl his brother. 
 The elder too^ beafts draw the felf-fame breath. 
 Wax old alike, and die the felf-fame death : 
 Plants grow as he, with fairer robes array'd ; 
 Alike they flourifh, and alike they fade : 
 The beafl in fenfe exceeds him, and, in growth. 
 The three-age'd oak doth thrice exceed them both* 
 Why look'fl thou then fo big, thou little fpan 
 Of earth ? what art thou more in being man ? 
 1 1, but my great Creator did infprre 
 My chofen earth with the diviner fire 
 Of reafon ; gave me judgment and a will ; 
 That, to knov;^ good ; this, to chufe good from ill:. 
 He put the reins of pow'r in my free hand, 
 A jurifdi6lion over fea and land 5 
 He gave me art to lengthen out my fpan 
 Of life, — and made me all, in being man : 
 1 1, but thy pafTion has committed treafon 
 Againfl the facred perfon of thy reafon ; 
 Thy judgment is corrupt, perverfe thy will-; 
 That knows no good, and this makes choice of ill ; 
 
 * Dthud\ i. c, dug* 
 \ t\ i, u Ayc» 
 
 The 
 
xi6 EMBLEMS, BookIIL 
 
 The greater height fends down the deeper fall ; 
 And good decline'J turns bad, turns word of alU 
 Say then, proud inch of living earth, what can 
 Thy greatnefs claim the more in being iran ? 
 O but my foul tranfcends the pitch of nature^ 
 Borne up by th* image of her high Creator ; 
 Outbraves the life of reafon, and bears down 
 Her waxen wings, kicks off her brafen crown. 
 My heart's a living temple, t' entertain 
 The King of glory, and his glorious train i 
 How can I mend my title, then ? where can 
 Ambition find a higher ftyle than man ? 
 Ah ! but that image is deface'd and foil'd ;. 
 Her temple's raze*d, her altaps all defile*d^ 
 Her veflels are polluted and diftain*d 
 With loathed lufl, her ornaments profane'd ; 
 Her oil-forfaken lamps and hallow'd tapers 
 Put out ; her incenfe breathes unfav'ry vapors : 
 Why fweirft thou then fo big, thou little fpare 
 Of earth ? what art thou more in being man ? 
 Eternal Potter, whofe bleft hands did lay 
 My coarfe foundation from a fod of clay. 
 Thou know'ft my flender veflel's apt to leak ; 
 Thou know'ft, my brittle temper's prone to break : 
 Are my bones brafil, or my flefh of cak ? 
 O mend what thou haft made, what I have broke ; 
 Look, look with gentle eyes, and, In thy day 
 Of vengeance. Lord, remember I am cJay. 
 
 S, AU* 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. 117 
 
 S.AUGUST. Soliloq. xxxii. 
 
 Shall J ajk^ who made me ? It was thou that made ft 
 me^ without zvlmn nothing was made : Thou art my 
 maker^ and I thy work. I thank thee, my Lord God^ 
 by whom I live^ and by whom all things J^fijl-i becaufe 
 thou madeji me : I thank thee, O 7ny Potttr^ becaufe thy 
 hands have made me^ becaufe thy hands have formed me. 
 
 EPIG. 5. 
 
 Vv hy fweirft thou, man, puft up with fame and purfe ? 
 ^rh'art better earth, but born to dig the v/orfe : 
 Thou eame'ft from earth, to earth thou muft return j 
 And art but earth, caft fromihe womb to th*ura#/ 
 
 Job 
 
tiS EMBLEMS. Book III.- 
 
 VI. 
 
 Job vij. 20. 
 I have firmed: what Jhall I do unto thee^ O thou pre» 
 ferver of men f Why dofl thou fet me as a mark againfl 
 \hee? 
 
 LORD, I have done ; and. Lord, I have mifdone ; 
 'Tis folly to coiiteft, to ftrive with one 
 That is too ftrong j 'tis folly to aflail 
 Or prove an arm that v^rill, that muft, prevail. 
 J'vedorte, rve<!ohe j thefe tremblinghands have thrown 
 Their daring weapons down : the day*s thine own : 
 Forbear to ftrike, where thou haft won the field ; 
 The palm, the palm is thine : I yield, I yield. 
 Thefe treach'ious hands, that were fo vainly bold 
 To try a thiivelefs^ combat, and to hold 
 Self-wounding weapons up, are now extended 
 For mercy from thy hand ; that knee, that bended 
 Upon her guardlefs guard f , doth now repent 
 Upon this naked floor ^ fee both are bent. 
 And fue for pity ; O my ragged wound 
 Is deep and defp'rate, it is drench'd and drown'i 
 In blood and briny tears : it doth begin 
 To ftink without, and putrify within. 
 Let that victorious hand, that now appears 
 Tuft in my blood, prove gracious to my tears : 
 Thou great preferver of prefumptuous man. 
 What fhall 1 do \ What f^uisfa6lion can 
 Poor duft and afhes make \ O if that blood. 
 That yet remains unfhed, were half as good 
 
 • thrivekfs ; i. e. unfuccefsful, 
 't' A term irt fcacuig. 
 
 Ai 
 

Book III. EMBLEMS. 119 
 
 As blood of oxen, if my death might be 
 
 An ofF'ring to atone my God and me, 
 
 I would difdain injurious life, and ftand 
 
 A fuitor to be wounded from thy hand. 
 
 But may thy wrongs be meafure'd by the fpan 
 
 Of life, or balanced with the blood of man ? 
 
 No, no, eternal fm experts for guerdon *, 
 
 Eternal penance, or eternal pardon : 
 
 Lay down thy weapons, turn thy wrath away. 
 
 And pardon him that hath no price to pay ; 
 
 Enlarge that foul, which bafe prefumption binds ; 
 
 Thy juftice cannot loofe what mercy finds ; 
 
 thou that wilt not bruife the broken reed, 
 
 Rub not my fores, nor prick the wounds that bleed. 
 
 Lord, if thy peevifli infant fights and flies. 
 
 With unpare'd weapons, at his mother's eyes. 
 
 Her frowns (half mix'd with fmiles) may chance to 
 
 An angry love-tick on his arm, or fo; [fhew 
 
 Where, if the babe but make a lip and cry. 
 
 Her heart begins to melt, and by-and-by 
 
 She coaks X his dewy cheeks j her babe (he blifTes, 
 
 And choaks her language with a thoufand kifTes, 
 
 1 am that child : lo, here I proftrate lie. 
 Pleading for mercy ; I repent, and cry 
 For gracious pardon : let thy gentle ears 
 
 Hear that in words, what mothers judge in tears ; 
 See not my frailties, Lord, but through § my fear,. 
 And look on ev*ry trefpafs through a tear : 
 Then calm thine anger, and appear more mild j 
 Remember, th* art a father, I a child. 
 
 • Guerdon I i. e. reward. 
 
 % Coaks J i. e, foothes. 
 
 ^ Tbrtvgi i i. e. fee through* 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
120 EMBLEMS. Book HI. 
 
 S. BERN. Ser. xxi. in Cant. 
 
 Miferahle man ! Who /ball deliver me from the re* 
 proach of this Jhamefrd bondage f T am a miferahle man^ 
 but a free man : free^ becaufe like to God ; miferahle^ be- 
 caufe again f God. keeper of mankind, why hafl thou 
 fet me as a mark againfl thee ? Thou hafl fet me, becaufe 
 thou hafl not hindered me : it is jufl that thy enemy Jhould 
 be my enemy ; and that he who repugneth thee^ jhould r^- 
 pugn ?ne : /, who am againjl thee^ am againft myfilf. 
 
 EPIG. 6. 
 
 But form'd, and fight ? But born, and then rebel ? 
 How fmall a blaft will make a bubble fwell ! 
 But dare the floor affront the hand that made it l 
 So apt is dull to fly in's face that made it ! 
 
 Jos ' 
 

 i 
 
 % 
 
B.m.^; 
 
 Job. 13. 24 
 
.Book III. EMBLEMS. 121 
 
 VII. 
 
 Job xiii. 24. 
 
 ^Therefore hide ft thjU thy face^ and holdejl me for thine 
 enemy ? 
 
 WHY cloft thou {hade thy lovely face ? O \A'hy 
 Does that eclipfing hand fo long deny 
 The fun-fhine of thy foul-enliv'ning eye I 
 
 Without that light, what light remains in me ? 
 Thou art my life, my way, my light ; in thes 
 I live, I move, and by thy beams I fee. 
 
 Thou art my life ; if thou but turn away. 
 My life's a thoufand deaths : thou art my way ^ 
 Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but ftray. 
 
 My light thou art ; without thy glorious fight, 
 Mine eyes are darken'd with perpetual night. 
 My God, thou art my way, my life, my'light. 
 
 Thou art my way ; I wander if thou fly : 
 1 hou art my light ; if hid, how blind am I \ 
 Thou art my life ; if thou withdraw, I die. 
 
 Mine eyes are blind and darlc, I cannot fee; 
 To whom, or whither fhould my darknefs flee, 
 'But to the light; and who*s that light but thee? 
 
 My path is loft, my wand'ring fteps do ftray ; 
 
 I cannot fafely go, nor fafely ftay ; 
 
 Whom fhould I feek but thee, my path, my way ? 
 
 Vol. I. [N04] L O, T 
 
122 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 O, I am dead : to whom (hall I, poor I, 
 Repair ? to whom fhall my fad afhes fly, 
 For life ? aiid w^here is life but in thine eye ? 
 
 And yet thou turn'ft away thy face, and fly'ft me; 
 And yet I fue for grace, and thou deny 'ft me; 
 Speak, art thou angry, Lord, or only try'ft me ? 
 
 Unfcrfen thofe heav'nly lamps, or tell me why 
 Thou Ihade'ft thy f^ce ? perhaps thou thinlc'ft no eye 
 Can vitw thofe flames, and not drop down and die. 
 
 If that be all, fhine forth and draw thee nigh'r; 
 Let me behold and die, for my dcTire 
 Is, Piioenix-like, to perifti in that fire. 
 
 Death-conquer'd Laz'rus was redeem'd by thee : 
 If I am dead. Lord, fet death's pris'ner free ; 
 Ami more fpent, or flink I worfe than he ? 
 
 If my pufr'd life be out, give leave to tine f 
 My fhamelefs fnufF at that bright lamp of thine ; 
 O what's thy Light the lefs for light'ning mine ? 
 
 If I have loft my path, great Shepherd, fay. 
 Shall I Mill wander in a doubtful wav ? 
 Lord, (hall a lamb of Ifra'l's fheepfold ftray ? 
 
 Thou art the pilgrim*s path, the blind man's eye. 
 The dead man's life : on thee my hopes rely j 
 If thou remove, 1 esr, I grope, I die. 
 
 Difclofe thy fun-beams, clofe thy wjngs, and fray; 
 bee, itv. how I am blind, and de.d, and ftray, 
 O thou that art my light, my life, my way. 
 
 •\ To line, or t'lnd; i. c. to light up. 
 
 S. AU^ 
 
Book III. E M B L E M S. 123 
 
 S. AUGUST. Soliloq. C;^r. i. 
 
 lyhy do/i thcu hide thy face ? Haply thou wilt fr.y^ 
 none can fee thy face andUve : Ah^ Lcrd^ let me die^ that 
 J 7nay fee thee \ let me fee thec^ that I may die : I would 
 mt live^ hut die \ that I may fee Chrifl, I dtfirs death -^ 
 that I may live with Chrifl^ I d^fpife life. ■ 
 
 A N S E L M. Med. Cap. v. 
 
 O exce ^lent hidings which is hecovu my perfcSiion f My 
 Gc'd, thcu hide/} thy treafiire^ to kindle ?ny defire : thou 
 hidefl thy pearl, to inflame the feeker ; thou dela-^ejf to 
 give^ that thou mayefi teach me to importune ; femeji not 
 U hear^ to tjiake me perfevere. 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 If Heaven's all-qulck'ning eyes vouchfafc to (hij^e 
 Upon our fouls, we flight; if not, we whine; 
 Our equino£Vial hearts can never lie 
 Secure beneath the tropics of that eye. 
 
 Jer, 
 
124 E M B L E M S. BookIIL 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Jer. ix. r. 
 
 that my head were ivaters, and riiine eyes A fmntain of 
 
 tears ^ that I might weep day a7id nights 
 
 [forrp 
 
 OTH AT mine eyes were fprings, and could tranf- 
 Their drops to Teas; my fighs into a ftorm 
 Of zeal, and facred violence, wherein 
 This lab'ring veflel, laden with her fin, 
 .Might fuffer fudden ftiipwreck, and be fplit 
 Upon that rock, where my drench'd foul may fit, 
 O'erwhelm'd with plenteous paflion : O, and thei-e 
 Drop, drop, into an everlafting tear ! 
 Ah me ! that ev'ry Aiding vein that wanders 
 Through this vaft ifle, did work her wild meanders 
 In brackifh tears inftead of blood, and fwell 
 This flefti with holy dropfies, from whofe well. 
 Made warm with fighs, may fume my wafting breath, 
 Whiift I difiTolve in fleams, and reek to death ! 
 Thefe narrow fluices of my dribbling eyes 
 Are much too ftrait for thofe quick fprings that rife. 
 And hourly fill my temples to the top; 
 
 1 cannot fned for ev'ry fin a drop ; 
 
 Great Builder of mankind, why haft thou fent 
 Such fwelling floods, and made fo fmall a vent ? 
 O that this flefh had been compos'd of fnow, 
 Jnftead ot" earth ; and bones of ice, that fo. 
 Feeling the fever of my fin, and loathing 
 The fire i feci, I might have thaw'd to nothing ! 
 
 • O thou 
 
B.m .£>w/^.f*'. 
 
 Jer. 
 
 9-^ 
 
Book in. EMBLEMS. 125 
 
 O thou that didft, with hopeful joy, entomb 
 Me thrice three moons in thy laborious womb, 
 And then, with joyful pain, brought'fl forth a fon. 
 What, worth thy labor, has thy labor done ? 
 What was there, ah ! what was there in my birtl\ 
 That could deferve the eafiefl fmile of mirlh ? 
 A man was born ; alas ! and what's a man ? 
 A fcuttle full of dufl, a meafure'd fpan 
 Of flitting time; a furnifh'd pack'd, whofe wares 
 Are fullen griefs, and foul-tormenting cares : 
 A vale of tears, a vefiel tunn'd with breath. 
 By ficknefs broach'd, to be drawn out by death : 
 A haplefs, hclplefs thing, that, born, does cry 
 To feed ; that feeds to live, that lives to die. 
 Great God and Man, whofe eye fpent drops fo often 
 For me, that cannot weep enough ^ O foften 
 Thefe marble brains, and ftrike this flinty rock; 
 Or, if the mufic of thy Peter's cock 
 Will more prevail, fill, fill my heark'ning ears 
 With that fweet found, that I may melt in tears ? 
 I cannot weep, until thou broach mine eye ; 
 Q give me vent, or elfe I burft, and die. 
 
 S. AM- 
 
126 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 S. A M B R O S. in PfaL cxviii. 
 
 He that co?nmits fim to be wept for^ cannot weep for 
 fins comtmHed : and^ being hitnfelf mofl lamentable^ hath 
 n^ tears to lament his offences. 
 
 NAZIANZ. Orat. iii. 
 ^ears are the deluge of firiy c(nd the world's facrlfice, 
 
 S. HIERON. in Efaiam. 
 
 "Prayer appeajes God^ hut a tear compels him: that 
 moves him 3 this confiralns him. 
 
 EPIG. 8. 
 
 Earth is an iHand ported round with fears ;. 
 Thy way to heav'n is through the fea of tears. 
 It is a ftormy pafTage, where is found 
 The wreck of m^ny a (hip, but no mar^ drown'da 
 
 i 
 
 Ja.ALJA- 
 
Ji.m.^mA. 
 
 PllJiniS. 
 
BookHL emblems. 117 
 
 IX. 
 
 Psalm xviii. 5. 
 
 I'he forrows cf hell compajfed me about ^ and the fnares of 
 
 death prevented me, 
 
 IS not this type well cut, in ev'ry part 
 Full ^'i rich cunning P file*d with Xeuxian art > 
 Are not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds, 
 Limn'd full to th' life ? didft ever hear the founds 
 Of mufic, and the lip-dividing breaths 
 Of the ftrong-winded horn, recheats *, and deaths, 
 Done more exact? th' infernal Nimrods halloo \ 
 The lawlefs purlieusf ? and the game they follow I 
 The hidden engines, and the fnares that lie 
 So undifcover'd, fo obfcure'd to th' eye ? 
 The new-drawn net, and herentangled prey? 
 And him that clofes it ? Beholder, fay, 
 Is't not well done ? feems 't not an em'lous ftrife 
 Betwixt the rare-cut pi6ture and the life ? 
 Thefe purlieu-men are devils \ and the hounds 
 ( Thofe quick-nofe'd canibals, that fcour the grounds) 
 Temptations ; and the game, the fiends purfue, 
 Are human fouls, which ftill they have in view; 
 Whofe fury if they chance to 'fcape by flying. 
 The fkilful hunter plants his net, clofe lying 
 On th' unfufpedted earth, baited with treafure. 
 Ambitious honour, and felf-wafting pleafure : 
 Where, if the foul but floop, death ftands prepare'd 
 To draw the net^ and drown the fouls enfnare'd. 
 
 * Recheats: an hunting termj when the horn. bio ws to a retreat 
 from a falfe fcent. 
 •\ Purii^ut'j i. e. forbidden ground, 
 
 3 ' Poet- 
 
128 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 Poor foul ! how art thou hurry'd to and fro ! 
 Where canft thou fafely ftay ? where fafely go ? 
 If ftay ; thefe hot-mouth'd hounds are apt to tear thee : 
 If go; the fnares indofe, the nets enfnare thee : 
 What good in this bad world has pow*r t' invite thee 
 A willing gueft ? wherein can earth delight thee ? 
 Her pleafures are but itch ; her wealth, but cares : 
 A world of dangers, and a world of fnares : 
 The clofe purfuers' bufy hands do plant 
 Snares in thy fubftance ; fnares attend thy want : 
 Snares in thy credit ; fnares in thy difgrace : 
 Snares in thy high eftate j fnares in thy bafe : 
 Snares tuck thy bed ; and fnares furround thy board : 
 Snares watch thy thoughts ; and fnares attach thy word : 
 Snares in thy quiet ; fnares in thy commotion : 
 Snares in thy diet; fnares in thy devotion : 
 Snares Uirlc in thy refolves ; fnares in thy doubt : 
 Snares lie within thy heart, and fnares without : 
 Snares are above thy head, and fnares beneath : 
 Snares in thy ficknefs, fnares are in thy death. 
 O ! if thefe purlieus be fo full of danger. 
 Great God of harts, the world's fok fov'reign ranger, 
 Preferve thy deer ; and let my foul be bleft 
 In thy fafe foreft, where I feek for reft : 
 Then let the hell-hounds roar, I fear no ill ; 
 Roufe me they mayj but have no pow*r to kill* 
 
 S.AM- 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. iig 
 
 S. A M B R O S. Lib. iv. in Cap. 4. Lucae. 
 
 T/je reiuard of honors^ the heigljt of power ^ the deli- 
 cmy of diet ^ and the beauty of an harlot^ are the fnares 
 of the devil. 
 
 S. A M B R O S. dc Bono Mortis. 
 
 Whilji thou feekeji pleafures, thou runneji into fnares ; 
 fir the eye of the harlot^ is the fnare of the adulterer. 
 
 S A V AN A R. 
 
 In eatings he fets befre us gluttony ; in generation ^ 
 luxury ; in labor ^ fluggijhnefs ; in converfng, envy ; in 
 governing^ covetoufnefs ; in correSling^ anger ; in honor ^ 
 pride : in the hearty he fets evil thoughts -, in the mouthy 
 evil words j in anions, (vil ivorks : when awake^ ht 
 moves us to evil aSfions ; when ajleep, to filthy dreams* 
 
 EPIG. 9. 
 
 Be fad, my heart, deep dangers 'wait thy mirth : 
 Thy foul's way- laid by fea, by hell, by earth : 
 Hell has her hounds ; earth, fnares ; the fea, a fhelf j 
 Butj moft of all, my heart, beware tbyfelf. 
 
 Ps A L M 
 
130 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 X. 
 
 Psalm cxliii. 2. 
 
 Enter not into judgment with thy fcrvant ; for in thy 
 fight /hall r.o man living he juftified, 
 
 Jesus. Justice, Sinner. 
 
 [mands 
 
 7f/. T>Ring forth the prisoner, Juftice. y^^.Thy com- 
 
 X) Arec!orie5Juftjudge:feeheretheprIs'nerftands. 
 
 Jef. What has the pris'ner done ? Say, what's the 
 [caufe 
 Of his commitment ? ^uft» He hath broke the laws 
 O'i his too gracious God ; confpire'd the death 
 Of that great Majefty that gave him breath, 
 And heaps tranfgreflion, Lord, upon tranfgrefHon. 
 
 Jefi How know'fi thou this ? Juf. Ev'n by his own 
 His fins are crying ; and they cry'd aloud : [confeflion : 
 They cry'd to heav'n, they cry'd to heav'n for blood, 
 y^ What fay'ft thou, finner ? haft thou aught to plead , 
 That fentence fhould not pafs ? Hold up thy head, 
 And fhew thy brafen, thy rebellious face. 
 
 Sin. Ah me ! I dare not : Vm too vile and bafe 
 To tread upon the earth; much more, to lift 
 Mine eyes to heav'n : I need no other ftirift * 
 Than mine own confcience : Lord, I muft confefs, 
 I am no more than duft, and no whit lefs 
 Than my indi6lment ftyles me ; Ah ! if thou 
 Search too fevere, with too fevere a brow. 
 What flefh can ftand ? I have traufgrefsM thy laws; 
 My merits plead thy vengeance ; not my caufe. 
 
 * Shrift \ i, e, confeflion: an old word for auricular confeffion, with 
 papifts* 
 
li.lIL.AW,A. 
 
 Pfalm 
 
 343 . 2 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. 131 
 
 Juf. Lord,{hallI ftriketheblow? 7^/:Hold Juftice, 
 Sinner, fpealc on ; what haft thou more to fay ? [ftay : 
 
 5/». Vile as I am, and of myfelf abhorr'd, 
 I am thy handy-work, thy creature, Lord, 
 Stampt with thy glorious image, and, at lirfl-, 
 Moft like to thee, though now a poor accurft, 
 Convicled caitiff, and degen'rous creature, [greater. 
 Here trembling at thy bar, "Juji. Thy fault's the 
 Lord, {hall I ftrike the blow? Jef, Hold, Juftice, %. 
 Speakj finner ; haft thou nothing elfe to fay ? 
 
 S>in, Nothing but mercy ^ mercy ^ Lord j my flate 
 Is miferably poor and dcfperate : 
 I quite renounce myfelf, the world, and flee 
 P>om Lord to Jesus, from thyfelf to thee. 
 
 'Jujl, Ceafe thy vain hopes ; my angry God has 
 Abufed mercy muft have blood for blood : [vow'd. 
 Shall I yet ftrike the blow ? Jef, Stay, Juftice, holdj 
 My bowels yearn, my fainting blood grows cold) 
 To view the trembling wretch ; methinks, I fpy 
 My Father's image in the pris'ner's eye. 
 
 Juft. I cannot hold. Jef. Then turn thy thirfty 
 Into my fides, let there the wound be made : [blade 
 Chear up, dear foul; redeem thy life with mine : 
 My foul fliall fmart, my heart (hall bleed for thine. 
 
 Sin. O groundlefs * deeps ! O love beyond degree ! 
 Th' offended dies to fet th' offender free, 
 
 * Groundlefs-y 1. 1, without bottom. 
 
 S.AU- 
 
132 EMBLEM S. Book IlL- 
 
 S. AUGUST. 
 
 Lord^ if I have done that ^ for which thou mayejl damn 
 me \ thou hajl not lojl that whereby thou mayeji jave me. 
 Remember not^ fiueet Jefus^ thy jujiice o.gainft the firmer^ 
 but thy benignity towards thy creature : remember not to 
 proceed again/} a guilty foid^ but remember thy mercy to- 
 wards a miferable wretch : forget the info knee of the prO" 
 voker^ but behold the ?nifery of the invoker ; for what is 
 Jefus but a Saviour f 
 
 A N S E L M. 
 
 Have refpe^ to what thy Son hath done for me^ and 
 forget what my fins have done againjl thee : my flejh hath 
 provoked thee to vengeance ; let the fleJh of Chriji move 
 thes to mercy : it is much that my rebellions have deferved^ 
 hut it is more that my Redeemer hath merited. 
 
 EPIG. 10. 
 
 Mercy of mercies ! He that was my drudge. 
 Is now my Advocate, is now my judge : 
 He fuiFers, pleads, and fentences, alone : 
 Three I adore, and yet adore but One. 
 
 Psalm 
 
B.m.j;„i/. 
 
 Plalm 69 .15. 
 
Book III. EMBLEM S. • 133 
 
 xr. 
 
 Psalm \x\x. 15. 
 
 Lei not ths water-flood overfloio me, neither let the deep 
 fivallow me uj), 
 
 THE world's a fea; my flefli a fhip that's mann'J 
 ^ ^ With lab'ring thoughts, and fteer'd by reafon's 
 
 r/xy heart's thefeaman'scard*, whereby {he failsi [hand: 
 My loofe afFedions are the greater fails : 
 The top-fail is my fancy j and the gufts. 
 That fill thefe wanton fheets, are worldly lufts. 
 Pray'r is the cable, at whofe end appears 
 The anchor hope, ne'er flipp'd but in our fears : 
 iviy will's th' unconftant pilot, that commands 
 '1 he ftagg'ring keel ; my fins arc like the fands : 
 Repentance is the bucket ^ aiid mine eye 
 l^he pump unus'd (but in extremes) and dry : 
 My confcience is the plummet that does prefs* 
 The d(iz^s^ but feldom cries, O faihomhfs ' 
 Smooth calm's fecurity ; the £ulf, defpair ; 
 My freight's corruption, and 'this hiVs my fare • 
 My loul's the pafienger, confus'dly driv'n 
 Jrom t^ear to fright; her landing port is heav'n. 
 iAy feas are ftormy, and my fhip doth leak • 
 My faijors rude; my fleerfma:i fun: and we^k • 
 My canvafs torn, it ilaps from fide to fide • 
 My cable's crack'd, my anchor', fiiohtly tv'd • 
 My pilot's craz'd ; my ihipwreck-fands are cloak'd ; 
 My buc/.et s broKen, and my pump 1. choak'd • 
 My calm s deceitful, and my guit too nea: • ' 
 My wares are llubber'd, and my fare's too dear; 
 
 * Ccrd,Jkeet, cable, fea-terms, all of them^ropcr and beauuful. 
 
 VoL.I[N°4] M Mv 
 
1^4 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 My pill met's light, it cannot firilc nor found ; 
 O, Hiall my rock-bethreaten'd foul be drown'd ? 
 Lord, dill the Teas, and fhield my fhip from harm ; 
 Liflru£t my failors, guide my fteerfman's arm : 
 Touch thou my compafs, and renew my fails ; 
 Send ftiftcr courage, or fend milder gales : 
 Make firong my cable, bind my anchor faller j 
 Direct my pilot, and be thou his mafter : 
 Objtci the Un6s to my more ferious view. 
 Make found my bucket, bore my pump anew : 
 New caft my plummet, make it ijpt to try 
 Where the rocks lurk, and where the quickfands lie j 
 (.juard tliou the gulf with love, my calms with care; 
 Cleanfe thou my freight ; accept my /lender fare; 
 Kcfrclji the fea-fick paflenger ; cut (hort 
 H'.s voyage; l.an<i him in bis wifhed port: 
 Thou, ttio.u, whom v/inds and ftormy feas obey, 
 I'hat thro' the fe<a gav'ft grumbling Ifr'cl way, 
 S-iv to rpy foul, Be fafe ; and then mine eye 
 Sii 11 fcoi'n g-rim death, altho' grim death fland by. 
 O thou whoie flrength^revivir.g arm did chcriih 
 Thy fmkini; Peter, at the [)oint to perifli. 
 Reach forth t )y hand, or bid me tread the wave, 
 i'U come, I'll foir.e : the voice that calls will fave. 
 
 S. A M- 
 
Book III. E M B L E xM S. 135 
 
 S. AM BROS. Apol. poft. pro David. Cap. iii. 
 
 T}je cmfiiience oflu/i makes a great i^rnpeft^ vMch in 
 's fea dyfurbeiL the feafaring font^ that reafon cannJ 
 
 ttJlS 
 
 goverr. it 
 
 S.AUGUST. Solilaq, Cap. xxxv. 
 
 We labor in the hoifiefous fea : thoU flandy} upSH the 
 jhre, and Jeefi cur d^ngsrs ; give us ^rt.cc h hdn t^ 
 midd/e £cuyje hi Wijfi Scylh find ChArybi\hi thut^ kth 
 
 EPIG. ir. 
 
 My foul, the fcgs are rough, and thou a Hranger 
 In thefe falfe coafts : O keep aloof i thert's danger \ 
 C€t\ forth thy plummet j fse, a rock appears : 
 Thy fhip waats fea-room j make it with thy tears. 
 
 M 2 J o p. 
 
»36 E M B L E M S. Book III. 
 
 XII. 
 Job xlv. 13. 
 
 O thai thou would]} hide me in the grave^ that thcu 
 WQuldfi keep me Infecret, until thy ivrath be pafi ! 
 
 O Whither fliall I fly ? what path untrod 
 Shall I feck out, to Tcape the flaming rod 
 Of my offended, of my angry God ? 
 
 Where fhall I fojourn ? what kind fea will hide 
 My head from thunder? where fliall I abide. 
 Until his flames be quench'd or laid afide ? 
 
 What if my feet fhould take their hafty flight. 
 And feek prote£lion in the fhades of night ? 
 Alas I no fliades earj blind the God of light. 
 
 What if my foul fhould take the wings of day. 
 And find fome defert ? If £hc fprings away. 
 The wings of vengeance clip * as faft as they. 
 
 What If fome folid rock fbould entertain 
 My frijih'cd foul r can lolid rocks rcflrain 
 The flroke of jufl:ice, and not cleave in twain? 
 
 Nor fen, nor Tnade, nor fhicld, nor rock, nor cave. 
 
 Nor filent defcrtF, nor the fullen grave. 
 
 What flame- e_,e'd fury means to fmitc, can fave. 
 
 The (c'AS will part, graves open, mcks will fplit; 
 The fhiclJ vviil cleave; the frighted fliidows flit : 
 Where Jiiflicc aims, her fiery darts niuil: hit. 
 
 * C//J i. e. cut the ai-, or fly. 
 
 No, 
 
B.nr.J?//// /^ 
 
 Job 14,. 1^ 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. 137 
 
 No, no, if ftern-brow'd vengeance means to thunder, 
 There is no place above, beneath, or under. 
 So clofe, but v/ill unlock, or rive in funJer. 
 
 'Tis vain to flee; 'tis neither here nor there 
 Can Tcape that hand, until that hand forbear; 
 Ah me ! where is he not, that's every- where ? 
 
 ' lis vain to flee, till gentle mercy Ttievr 
 
 Her better eye ; the farth-r off we go. 
 
 The fwino; of iuftice deals the mio-htier blow. 
 
 Th* ingenuous child, corrected, doth not fly 
 Kis angry mother's hand ; hut clings more nigh. 
 And quenches wit;h his tears her fl iming eye. 
 
 Shadows are f^ithlefs, and the rocks are falfe j 
 No truil in brafs, no trult in marble walis ; 
 Poor cots are ev'n as fdic as princes' halls. 
 
 Great God ! there is no fafety here btlow ; 
 Thou art my fo'trefs, thou that ieemTt mv foe : 
 *Tis thou, that (trike'it the ftroke, muft guard the blow, - 
 
 Thou art my God, by thee I fall or {land ; 
 'j^hy grace hath 2;iv'n me courao;e to witblbnd 
 Ali torturesj but my conicience and thy haiid. 
 
 i know thy ]u (lice is thyfclf-, I know, 
 Juft viod, tliy very Cdt is mercv tor> ; 
 it not to thee, where, whither iKJi i go? 
 
 Then work thv Will; if pa-'fion bid nie n.?c, 
 My reabn (hall obey, my winj,s ihall be 
 btretch'd out no further tnan from thee to thee. 
 
 Ml h, AU. 
 
138 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 S. AUGUST. InPfal. xxxiii. 
 
 Whither jiy I? To what place can I [afely fij f to whpt 
 mountain ? to tvhat den ? to what ftrong houje ? what 
 cajilc p^all I hohi ? what walls pall hold me ? whither fo- 
 ever I go^ iny 'elf follow eth jne : fur whatfoever thou tt'u'Jly 
 ?nan^ than maye/l, but thy own confcience : wherefoev^r 
 Lord, I go^ 1 find thee : if angry ^ a revenger ; tf ^p- 
 pcafed^ a redeemer : zvhat way have /, But to fly from ih^e 
 to thee f That thou inayejl avoid thy God^ adclrejs to thy 
 Lord, 
 
 EPIG. 12. 
 
 H uh vengeance found thee ? can thy fears commanxi 
 No locks to iliicld thee fiom her thundVing hand ? 
 Kncw'ft thou not where to '(cape ? I'll leil thee where , 
 ^jy foulj make cleaii thy conicicEce ; hi-d^ thee ther€. 
 
 Job 
 
B.Jn.^£Wt/./j 
 
 Jola.io.ao. 
 
'39 
 
 Book III. EMBLEMS. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Job X. 20. 
 
 Are not my dap few ? Ceafe then, and let me alone, that 
 I 7nay take comfort a little, 
 
 MY glafs fs half unfpent j forbear t'arreft 
 T u '^ ^J;»nTtlers day too foon : my poor requeft 
 1?, that my glafs may run but out the reft. 
 
 My time-devoured minutes will be done 
 Without thy help ; fee, fee how fwift they run • 
 Cut not my thread before my thread be fpun. 
 
 The gain^s not great. I purchafe by this ftay : 
 What lofs fulhin'ft thou by fo fmall delay 
 1 o v/hom ten thoufand years are but a day ? 
 
 My foll'wing eye can hardly make a fliift 
 i o count my winged hours ; they ^,y fo fwifr, 
 1 hey fcarce dcferve the bounteous name of sift 
 
 6' 
 
 The fecret wheek of hurrying time do ^iye 
 V.O xnort a warning, and.fo fait they driv£, 
 i hat I am dead before I fecm to live. 
 
 And what's a \.M A weary pilgrimage, 
 v. hof3 g lory, m one day, doth fill the fta^e 
 \Vith childhood, manhood, and decrepid age. 
 
 And what's a life ? The flourifhing array 
 Uftne proud fummer-meadcw, which to>day 
 Wears her green plufh, and is to-morrow hay. 
 
 And what's a life ? A blaft fuftain'd with cloathin- 
 
 ^Wa^Mwithfood,retain'dwi.hvi.^ 
 
 i hen .veary of itfelf, a gain to nothmg. ^^^'^ 
 
140 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 Read on this dial, how the fhades devour 
 
 My fliort-liv'd winter's day ; hour eats up hour; 
 
 Alas ! the total's but from eiaiht to four. 
 
 Behold thefe lilies (which thy hands have made 
 
 Fair copies of my life, and open laid 
 
 To view), how foon they droop, howfoon they fade ! 
 
 Shade not that dial night will blind too foon ; 
 My non-age'd day already points to noon ; 
 How fimpie is my fuic, how fmall my booal 
 
 Nor do I beg this ilender inch, to while 
 
 The time away, or fafely to beguile 
 
 My thoughts with joy j here's nothing worth a fmile. 
 
 No, ho : 'tis not to pleafe my wanton ears 
 With frantic mirth, 1 beg but hours, not years : 
 And what thou giv'ft me, I will give to tears. 
 
 Draw not that foul which would be rather led : 
 That Seed has not yet brok:6 my ferpent's head ^ 
 
 Ihall I die before my fms are deadf 
 
 Behold thefe rags ; am I a fitting gucft 
 7\) tafte the dainties of thy royal fcaf^. 
 With hands and face unwafli'd, ungirt, unbleft ? 
 
 Firft, let the Jordan flreaT.s, that find fuppljes 
 
 From the deep fountain of my heart, ariic 
 
 And cleanfe my fpots,. and clear my lep'rous eyes.. 
 
 1 have a world of fins to be lamented ; 
 
 I have a fea of tears that muft be vented : 
 O fpare till then j and then I die contented, 
 
 2 5. AU-. 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. %j^i 
 
 S.AUGUST. Lib. de Civit. Dei, Cap. x. 
 
 The time wherein we liv^^ V taken from the /pace of 
 cw ///I' ; and what reniaineth^ is daily mnde lefsy infomuch 
 that the time of our life is nothing but a pajfa^e to death, 
 
 S. GREG. Lib. ix. Cap. xliv. in Job. 
 
 As moderate affliSfions bring tears, fo immoderate tn^e 
 away tears ; infomuch that that fprrow becometh no for" 
 row^ ivhich, fw allowing up the mind of the a£iiMi.<i» 
 taketb au/ay thefmfi afthi a£ii^ion^ 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 Fear'ft thou to go, when fuch an arm invites thee ? 
 Dread'ft thou thy loads of fm ? or what affrights thee ? 
 If thou begin to fear, thy fear begins : 
 Fool, can he bear thee hence, and not thy fins f 
 
 D K u T. 
 
142 E M B L E M S. Book IIL 
 
 XIV. 
 
 D E u T. xxxii. 2q, 
 
 that they were wife^ that they under flood this^ that thy 
 
 would CQtifider their latter end! 
 
 Flesh. Spirit. 
 
 Fl "IT THAT means my Tifter's eye fo oft to pnfs 
 V V Thro' the long entry of that optic glafs ? 
 Tell me ; what fecret virtue doth invite 
 Thy wrinkled eye to fuch unknown delight ? 
 
 ^/j. It helps the fight, makes things remote appear 
 In perfe6l view ; it draws the objedts near. 
 
 FL What fenfe- delighting objecSls doft thou fpy ? 
 What doth that glafs prefent before thine eye \ 
 
 Sp. I fee thy foe, my reconciled friend, 
 Grim death, ev'n ftanding at the glafe's end : 
 His left hand holds a branch of palm ; his right 
 Holds forth a two-edgM fword. FL A proper fight. 
 And is this all ? Doth thy profpedtive pleale 
 Th*abufed fancy with no fhapcs but thefe ? 
 
 Sp. Yes, I behold the darkened fun bereav'n 
 Of all his light, the battlements of heav*n 
 Swtlt'ring in flames; the angel- guarded Son 
 Of glory on his high tribunal- throne j 
 
 1 fee a brimftone fea of boiling fire, 
 
 And fiends, with knotted whips of flaming wire, 
 Tort'ring poor foul?, that gnafli their teeth in vain, 
 And gnaw their flame- tormented tongues for pain. 
 Look, fifter, how the queafy-ftomach'd graves 
 Vomit their dead, and how the purple waves 
 Scald their confumelefs bodies ; flrongly curfing 
 All wombs for bearing, and all paps for nurfmg, 
 
 fl^ Can 
 
B.m. J>^,,^/. 
 
 32 25. 
 
Bock III. E M B L E M S. 143 
 
 FI. Can thy diftemper'd fancy take delight 
 In view of tortures ? Thefe are fliows t' affright : 
 Look in this glafs triangular ; look here. 
 Here's that will ravifh eyes. Sp, What feeft thou there ? 
 
 FI. The world in colours ; colours that diltain 
 The cheeks of Proteus, or the filken train 
 Of Floia*s nyiTiphs ; fuch various forts of hue. 
 As fun- confronting Iris never knew : 
 Here, if thou pleafe to beautify a town, 
 Thou may'ft; or, with a hand, turn't upflde down ; 
 Here may'ft thou fcant or widen by the meafure 
 Of thine own will ; make fliort or long at pleafurc : 
 Here may'il thou tire thy fancy, and advife 
 With Ihows more apt to pleafe more curious eves, 
 
 Sj>. Ah fool ! that doat'ft on vain, on prefent to s. 
 And difrefpecl'ft thofe true, thofe future joys; 
 How ftrongly are thy thoughts befool'd, alas ! 
 To doat oil goo Is that perifh with thy glafs • 
 Nay, vanifli with the turning of a Ijand I 
 W^ere tliey but paint :d colours, it might lland 
 With painted reafon that they might devote th-rc; 
 But things that ha\e no being to oefot thee ! 
 Forefight of future torments is the way 
 To balk th(.fe ills which prefent jovs bewray. 
 As thou hall fool'd thyfelf, lb now come hitiier, 
 Break that fond glafs, and let's be wife together. 
 
 S. BONA. 
 
144 EMBLEMS. BooKiri. 
 
 S.:BONAVENT. de Contemptu Sxculi. 
 
 O that men would he wlfe^ and underjland^ and fore- 
 fee ! Be wife, to know three things : the multitude of 
 thole that are to be damned \ the few number of thofe that 
 are to be faved ; and the vanity of tranfitory things : un^ * 
 derfiand three things ; the multitude of fins, the QmiJJion » 
 of good things, and the lofs of time : forefe three things ; 
 the danger of death, the lajl judgment, and eternal ptt* 
 nijhment. 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 What, foul, no further ytt \ what, ne'er commence 
 Mafier in faith ? ftill bachelor of fenfe ? ' 
 Is't infufficiency ? or what has made thee 
 Q'erflip ihy ioit degree ? Thy lufls have ftaid thee.^.' 
 
 :i' 
 
 P S A I. M A 
 

 Pfp.lrn 3'. io 
 
Book III. EMBLEMS. ^^^ 
 
 XV. 
 
 Psalm xxx. io. 
 
 My life h Spent with grief ^nd my years with fighlng. 
 
 •^HAT fullen ftar rule'd my untimely birth, 
 
 1 hat would not IcRd my days one hour of mirth:? 
 How oft have thefe bare knees been bent to gain 
 i^^ /lender alms of one poor fmile, in vain I 
 How often, tire'xl with the faftidious lioht, ' 
 "^^s'^ niy faint lips implore'd the fhad^ of ni^ht r 
 How often have my nightly torments pray'd ' 
 
 >or ling nng twilight, glutted with the fhade f - 
 JJay worfe than night, night worfethan day appears • 
 In fears I fpend my nights, my days in tears: '' 
 1 moan unpity'd, groan without relief; 
 1 here is no end nor meafure of my srief 
 The fmiling flow'x falutes the day; ft .rows 
 T^ntouch'd wi^th care, it neither fpins n1)r fows - 
 O that my tedious W^^ were like this flow'r 
 Or freed from grief, or finifli'd with an hour V 
 Why was I born ? why was I born a man ? ' 
 And why proportion'd by fo large a fpan ?* 
 Or why fufpended by the common lot ? 
 And, being born to die^ why die I not ? 
 Ah me I wfty is my forrow- wafted breatfi 
 JJeny d the eafy privilej^e of death ? 
 The branded flave, that tugs the weary oar. 
 Obtains the fabbath of a welcome fhore • 
 His ranfom'd ftripes are heai'd ; his native foil 
 Sweetens the mem'ry of his foreign t©il : 
 
 Yotl. [N-sJ N But 
 
146 EMBLEMS. Book III. 
 
 But ah ! my forrows are not half (o bleft ; 
 
 My labour finds no point, my pains no reft : 
 
 I barter fighs for tears, and tears for groans. 
 
 Still vainly rolling Sifyphaean ftones. 
 
 Thou juft obferver of our flying hours. 
 
 That, with thy adamantine fangs, devours 
 
 The brafen monuments of renowned kings. 
 
 Doth thy gla(s ftand ? or be thy moulting wings 
 
 Unapt to fly ! If not, why doft thou fpare 
 
 A willing breaft 5 a breaft that ftands fo fair ? 
 
 A dying breaft, that hath but only breath 
 
 To beg a wound, and ftrength to crave a death ? 
 
 O that the pleafed heav'hs would once diflblve 
 
 Thefe flefhly f^tters^ that fo faft involve 
 
 My hampered foul ! then would my foul be bleft 
 
 From all thofe ills, and wrap her thoughts in reft : 
 
 Till then, my days are months, my months are years ;, 
 
 My years are ages, to be fpent in tears : 
 
 My griefs entail'd upon my wafteful breath. 
 
 Which no recov'ry can cut off" but death. 
 
 Breath drawn in cottages, puiFd out in moans*, 
 
 Begins, continues, and concludes in groans-. 
 
 1 N N O* 
 
Book III. E M 'b L E M S. - 147 
 
 INNOCENT, de Vilitate Condit. humans.^ 
 
 O who -will ghe mhie eyes a fountain of tears ^ that I 
 fnay bewail the miferable ingrefs of man's condit Iai -, the 
 fmful progrefs of man's converfation -, the daynnable egrefs 
 in mans diffdittion? I will confder with tears^ zuhemf 
 man zvas made, what man doth, and what man is to d^ 
 aias ! he is for?md of earth, conceived in fin, horn to pO'- 
 nijhment: he doth evil things, which are not lawful ; he 
 doth filthy things, which are not decent ; he doth vain 
 things, which are not expedient. 
 
 EPIG. 15. 
 
 Mv heart, thy life's a debt by bond, which bears 
 A fecrec date i the ufe is groans and tears : 
 Plead not J ufurious nature will have ail, 
 As well the int'refl as the principal* 
 
 N 2 THE 
 
148 EMBLEM S. Book IV, 
 
 THE 
 
 FOURTH BOOK. 
 
 I. 
 
 Rom. vir. 23. 
 
 I fee another laiv in my members^ ivarrtrtg againji the 
 law of my rnind^ and bringing me into captivity to ibs 
 law of fin, 
 
 I- 
 
 OHOV/ my wilt is hurryM to and fro, 
 And how my unrcfolvM refolves do vary \ 
 1 know not where to fix ; fometimes I go 
 
 This way, then that, and then the quite contrary : 
 1 like, diflike ; lament io^ what I could not ; 
 I do, undo; yet ftill do what I (hould not. 
 And at the felf-fame inftant will the thing I would not, 
 
 2. 
 Thus are my weather-beaten thoughts oppreft 
 
 With th' earth-bred winds of my prodigious will ; 
 Thus am I hourly toft from eaft to weft 
 Upon the rolling ftreams of good and ill : 
 Thus am I driv'n upon the flipp'ry fuds 
 From real ills to falfe apparent goods: 
 My life's a troubled fea, compos'd of ebbs and floods*, 
 
 3- 
 
 The curious penman, having trimm'd his page 
 
 With the dead language of his dabbled quill^^ 
 Lets fall a heedlefs drop, then in a rage 
 Cafhiers the fruits o^ his unlucky fkill ; 
 Ev'n fo my pregnant foul, in th' infant bud 
 Of her beft thoughts, ftiow'rs down a coal-blacfe 
 Of unadvifed ills, and cancels all her good, [flood 
 2 . S.onie* 
 
B . IV .57; 
 
 PlahiL iicj . so . 
 
BooKiV. EMBLEM S. 149 
 
 4. 
 
 Sometimes a fudden flafh of facred heat 
 
 Warmsmy chill foul, and fets my thoughts In frame ; 
 But foon that fire is fhoulder'd from her feat 
 By luftful] Cupid's much inferior flame. 
 I feel two flames, and yet no flame intire ; 
 Thus are the mono-rel thoughts of mixt defire 
 Confume'd between thatheav'nly and this earthly fire. 
 
 5-\ 
 
 Sometimes my trafh-difdainrng thoughts oirtpafs 
 
 The common period of terrene conceit ; 
 O then methmks I fcorn the thing I was, 
 VVhilft I ftand ravifh'd at my new eftate : 
 But when th'Icarian wings of my defire 
 Feel but the warmth of their own native fire, 
 
 then they melt, and plunge within their wonted mire, 
 
 6. 
 
 1 know the nature of my wav'ring mind ; 
 
 I know the frailty of my fleHily will : 
 My pafiion's eagle-eye'd ; my judgment blind; 
 I know what's good, but yet make choice of IIL 
 When th' oftrich wings of my defires fhajl be 
 So dull, they cannot mount the leaft degree. 
 Yet grant my foul defire, but of defiring thee». 
 
 Ni S.BERN. 
 
250 EMBLEMS. Book IV. 
 
 S. BERN. Med. ix. 
 
 M'j heart is a vain hearty a vagabond and tnjlahle 
 heart ; while it is led by its own judgment^ and wanting 
 divine counfel^ cannot fubft/i in itjelf; and whilfl it divers 
 ways feeketh reji^ findeth none, but remaineth miferable 
 through labor ^ and void of peace : it agreeth not with it-* 
 fdf, it dijfenteth fro7n itfelf\ it altereth refolutions^ changeih 
 the judgment^ frameth new thoughts, puUeth down the 
 old, and buildeth them up again : it willeth, and willeth 
 mt ', and never remaineth in the fame Jl ate » 
 
 S.AUGUST, de Verb. Apoft. 
 
 TVhen it would, it cannot ; becaufe when it mighty It 
 would not J therefore by an evil will man lojl his good 
 power. 
 
 EPIG* r. 
 
 My foul, how are thy thoughts difturb*d, confin'd,. 
 EnlargM betwixt thy members and thy mind ! 
 Fix here or there ; thy doubt-depending caufe 
 Can ne'er exped one verdid 'twixt two laws. 
 
 Psalm. 
 
^ .^NEml^.a. 
 
 Plahu 119 - 5 - 
 
Book IV. EMBLEMS, 251 
 
 IL 
 
 Psalm cxix. 5. 
 
 that my ways were direSfed to keep thyjiaiuies! 
 
 I. 
 
 THUS I, the objecEl of the world's difdain. 
 With pilgrim face furround the weary earth*: 
 I only relifh what the world counts vain ; 
 
 Her mirth's my grief; her fullen grief, my mirth ; 
 
 Her light my darknefs ; aud her truth my errcF, 
 
 Her freedom is my gaol 5 and her delight my terror. 
 
 Fond earth [proportion not my feeming love. 
 
 To my long flay ; let not thy thoughts deceive thee; 
 Thou art my prifon, and my home's above ; 
 
 My life's a preparation but to leave thee : 
 
 Like one that feeks a door, I walk about thee.; 
 With thee I cannot live j I cannot live without thee. 
 
 The world's a lab'rinth, whofe anfractuous * ways 
 Are all compos'd of rubs and crook'd meanders : 
 
 No refting here ; he's hurry'd back that ftays 
 
 A thought ; and he that goes unguided, wanders ; 
 Her way is dark, her path untrod, unev'n ; 
 
 So hard's the way from earth ;fo hard's the way to heav'a I 
 
 4'- 
 This gyring t lab'rinth is betrench'd about 
 
 On either hand with ftreams of fulph'rous fire j 
 Streams clofely Aiding, erring in and out. 
 But feeming pleafant to the fond defcrier : 
 
 Where, if his footfteps trufl their own invention^ 
 He falls without redrefs, and fmks without dimenfion^ 
 ^* ^fra^uouSf i. e, winding about, -j- Gyring-^ i. e, full of turnings. 
 
 Where 
 
tp EMBLEMS. BooKlV^ 
 
 Where fhall I feek a guide ? where fhall I meet 
 Some lucky hand to lead my trembling paces ? 
 
 What trufty lantern will direci my feet 
 
 To Tcape the danger of thefe dang'rous places ? 
 What hopes have I to pafs without a guide ? 
 
 Where one gets fafely through, a thoufand fall befide^ 
 
 6. 
 Ah unrequ^fted ftar did gently Aide 
 
 Before the wife men, to a greater light;,. 
 Backlliding Ifra'l found a double guide ; 
 A pillar and acloud — by day^ by night : 
 Yet in my defp'rate dangers, which be far 
 More great than theirs, I have no pillar, cloud^norftar* 
 
 V' . 
 O that the pinions of a clipping* dove 
 
 Would cut my paff-v:;e through the empty air 5 . 
 Mine eyes being feal'd, hov/ would I mount above 
 
 The reach of danger and forgotten care ! 
 
 My backward eyesfhould ne'er commit that faulty 
 Whofe lafting guilt Should build a monument of fait. 
 
 Great God, that art the flowing fpring of light. 
 Enrich mine eyes with thy refulgent ray : 
 
 Thou art my path ; direct my fteps aright; 
 I have no other light, no other way ; 
 
 I'll trud my God, and him alone purfue ; 1 
 
 His law ihall be my path 3 his heavenly light, my cluei • .1 
 
 ■* di^fing y u e. fvvift-fiying. 
 
 S.AU- . 
 
Book ir. .E ,M B L E M S*. 153 
 
 S. AUGUST. Soliloq. Cap. iv. 
 
 O Lordy who art the lighty the way^ the truth^ the 
 Ufe ; in whom there is no darknefs^ error ^ vanity^ nor 
 death : the light, tv'ithout zvhich there is darknefs ; the 
 wa'jy without which there is wandering ; the truth, wiih^ 
 cut which there is error ; the life, without which there is 
 drath : fay. Lord, Let there be light, and I Jhall fee lights 
 and efchew darknefs ; I Jhall fee the way, and avoid wan-^ 
 dering ; I JJxall fee the truth, and Jhun error ; I fiall fee 
 life, and efcape death : illuminate, O illuminate my hlind 
 foul, zihich fitteth in darknefs, and the Jhadow of death j 
 and direS} my feet iti the way of peace. 
 
 EPIG. 2. 
 
 Pilgrim, trudge on : what makes thy foul complain^ 
 Crowns thy complaint 5 the way to reft, is pain : 
 The road to refolution, lies by doubt : 
 The next way home's the fartheft way about. 
 
 FSALM 
 
154 EMBLEMS. Book IV» 
 
 III. 
 
 Psalm xvii. 5. 
 
 Stay my fleps in thy paths ^ that my feet do mt fide. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHene*er the old exchange of profit rings 
 Her filver faints-bell of uncertain gains ; 
 My merchant-foul can ftretch both legs and wings. 
 How I can run, and take un weary *d pains ! 
 The charms of profit are fo ftrong, that I, 
 Who wanted legs to go, find wings to fly^ 
 
 2r 
 
 If time-begulling pleafure but advance 
 
 Her luftfull trump, and blow her bold alarms, 
 O how my fportful foul can frifk and dance, 
 
 And hug that fyren in her twined arms ! [fure 
 The fprightly voice of finew-ftrength'ning plea- 
 Can lend my bedrid foul both legs and lelfure. 
 
 If blazing honor chance to fill my veins 
 
 With fiatt'ring warmth, and flafli of courtly fire. 
 My foul can take a pleafure in her pains : 
 My lofty ftruttlng flops difdain to tire ; 
 My antic knees can turn upon the hinges 
 Of compliment, and fcrue a thoufand cringes, 
 
 4- 
 But when I come to thee, my God, that art 
 
 The royal mine of everlafting treafure. 
 The real honor of my better part. 
 
 And living fountain of eternal pleafure ; 
 
 How nervelefs are my limbs ! how faint and flow \ 
 I have no wings to fly, nor legs to go. 
 
 So 
 
B.lF.^/.//.j. 
 
 Pialnriy.^ 
 
Book IV.. EMBLEMS. 155 
 
 5- 
 So when the ftreams of fwift-foot Rhine convey 
 
 iier uplanc: richcb to the Belgic fhore. 
 The 1 Jle veliel Aides the wat'ry way, 
 
 WKiioiit the blaft, or tug, of wind or oar : 
 Her llipp'ry keel divides the filver foam 
 With eafe j fo facile is the way from home ! 
 
 6. 
 But when the home-bound veflel turns her fails 
 
 Againft the breaft of the refifting ftream, 
 O then (he flugs ; nor fail, nor oar prevails ; 
 The Itream is fturdy, and her tide's extreme : 
 Each ftroke is lofs, and ev'ry tug is vain : 
 A boat-length's purchafe is a league of pain. 
 
 7- 
 Great All in all, that art my refl, my home ; 
 My way is tedious, and my fteps are flow : 
 Reach forth thy helpful hand, or bid me come; 
 I am thy child, O teach thy child to go : 
 Conjoin thy fweet commands to my defire. 
 And I will venture, though I fall or tire. 
 
 S. Av: 
 
156 E M B L E M S. Book IV. 
 
 S. AUGUST. Ser. xv. de Verb. Apoft. 
 
 Be always dijp leafed at what thou art^ if thou defirefi 
 to attain to what tho-z art not : for where thou haji pleajed 
 thyfelf^ thers thou ahideji. But if thou fayejl^ I have 
 enough^ ihoii pcrifl;eji : always add,^ always walk^ ijlways 
 proceed \ nekher fxandfiUl^ nor go back^ nor deviate : he 
 that fiarideth full^ proceedeth not ; he goeth back, that con^ 
 tinueth not ; he deviateth, that revolteth ; he goeth better 
 th&', tn^^psth in his way^ than he thai runneth out of his 
 
 EPIG. 3. 
 
 Fear nor, my foul, to lofe for want of cunning ; 
 Weep not; heav'n is not always got by running. 
 Thy thoughts are fwift, although thy legs be flow ; 
 True love will creep, not having ftrength to go. 
 
 Psalm 
 
^.V^.JSrnl^.4^ 
 
 praii 
 
 nvUQ.iao, 
 
 ^9 
 
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 Book IV. EMBLEMS. 157 
 
 IV. 
 Psalm cxix. 120, 
 
 My flejh tremhUth for fear of thee^ and I am afraid of 
 thy judgments, 
 
 LET others boaft of luck, and go their ways 
 With their fair game ; know, vengeance fcldom 
 To be too forward, but doth wifely frame [plays 
 Fler backward tables for an after-game : 
 She gives thee leave to venture many a blot ; 
 And, for her ov/n advantage, hits thee not ; 
 But v/hen her pointed tables are made fair. 
 That ihe be ready for thee, then bev/are ^ 
 Then, if a neceflary blot * be {^t^ 
 She hits thee ; wins the game ; perchance, the fet : 
 If profp'rous chances make thy calling high. 
 Be wifely temp'ratc ; caft a ferious eye 
 On after- dangers, and keep back thy game ; 
 Too forward feed- times make thy harveft lame. 
 If left-hand Fortune give thee left-hand chances. 
 Be wifely patient ; let not envious glances 
 Repine, to view thy gamefter's heap fo fair ; 
 The hindmoft hound oft takes the doubling hare. 
 The world's great dice are falfe ; fometimes they go 
 Extremely high, fometimes extremely low : 
 Of all her gamefters, he that plays the leaft. 
 Lives moil: at eafe, plays moft fecure and beft : 
 The way to win, is to play fair, and fwear 
 Thyfelf a fervant to the crown of fear. 
 
 * Bhty a term at backgamaaon. 
 
 VoL.L[N«5J O Fear 
 
i58 EMBLEMS. Book IV. 
 
 Fear is the primer of a gamefter's fkill : 
 
 Who fears not bad, (lands moft unarm'd to ill. 
 
 The ill that's wifely fear'd, is half withftood ; 
 
 And fear of bad is the bed: foil to good. 
 
 True fear's th' elixir, which in days of old 
 
 Turn'd leaden erodes into crowns of gold : 
 
 The world's the tables ; flakes, eternal life : 
 
 The gameflers, heav'n and I ; unequal flrife f 
 
 My fortunes are the dice, whereby I frame 
 
 My indifpofed life : this life's the game ; 
 
 My fms are feveral blots ; the lookers-on 
 
 Are angels ; and in death the game is done. 
 
 Lord, I'm a bungler, and my game doth grow 
 
 Still more and more anfhape'd ; my dice run low : 
 
 The flakes are great ; my carelefs blots are many ; 
 
 And yet thou pafTeft by, and hit'fl not any : 
 
 Thou art too ftrong ; and I have none to guide mc 
 
 With the Icaft jog 5 the lookers- on deride me : 
 
 It is a conqueft undefer. ing thee. 
 
 To win a flake from fuch a worm as me : 
 
 I have no more to lofe ; if we perfevere, 
 
 'Tis lofl ; and that once lofl, I'm lofl for ever. 
 
 Lord, wink at faults, and be not too fevere. 
 
 And I will ply my game with greater fear. 
 
 O give me fear, ere fear has paft her date : 
 
 Whofe b ot being hit, then fears, fears then too late. 
 
 JS. BERN. 
 
Book IV. E M B L E M S. 159 
 
 S. BERN. Ser. liv. in Cant. 
 
 Tljere is nothing fo effcSfual to oltain grace^ to retain 
 grace^ and to regain grace, as always to be found before 
 God tiot over%vift\ but to fear: happy art thou, if thy 
 heart be rcplenijhcd with t)jrec fea^-s ; a fear for received 
 grace, a greater fear for loji grace, a greatefi far to 
 recover grace. 
 
 S. AUGUST. fuperPfal. 
 
 P'-efent fear hegetteth eternal fecwity : fear Gcd, 
 which is above all^ and no need to fear man at all. 
 
 E P I G. 4. 
 
 Lord, fliall we grumble when thy flanries do fcourge us? 
 Our fins breathe fire ; that nre retutns to purge us* 
 Lord, what an alchymill art thou, whofe fkill 
 Tranfmutes to perfect good, from perfect ill ! 
 
 O 2 
 
 Fs ALM 
 
j6o £ M B L E M S. Book IV. 
 
 V. 
 
 Psalm cxix. 37. 
 Turn away mhu eyes fi om hehcl£ng vanity, 
 
 1. 
 
 •TTOW like the threads of flax, 
 
 JTX 1'bat touch thefiarr.e,aremyinflame'ddefire&! 
 How like to yielding v\ax, 
 
 Mv Toul diiTjlves before thefe wanton fires ! 
 The fire but touch'd, the fiaoie but felt, 
 Like flax, I burn y like wax, I melt. 
 
 2. 
 
 O how this flefh doth draw 
 My fetter'd foul to that deceitful fire f 
 
 And how th' eternal law 
 Is baffied by the law of my defire ! 
 
 How truly bad, how feeniing good. 
 
 Are all the laws of flefh and blood I 
 
 3- 
 
 O wretched ftate of men,. 
 The height of whofe ambition is to borrow 
 
 What muft be paid again , , ^ , 
 
 With griping int'reft of the next day's forrow ! 
 
 How wild his thoughts ! how apt to range 1 
 
 How apt to vary ! apt to change ! 
 
 4- 
 
 How intricate and nice 
 Is man's perplexed way to man's defire ! 
 
 Sometimes upon the ice 
 He flips, and fometimes falls into the hre ; 
 
 HiS progrefs is extreme and bold. 
 
 Or very hot, or very cold. 
 
B.aXTvT//,/.^^. 
 
 Pral,ri.ii3.3^ 
 
BookTVT. E M B L E M Sv i€r 
 
 5- 
 
 The common food he doth 
 Suftain his foul- tormenting thoughts withal^ 
 
 Is honey in his mouth 
 To-night, and in his heart to-morrow gall j 
 
 'Tis oftentimes, within an hour. 
 
 Both very fweet and very four. 
 
 6. 
 
 If fweet Corinna fmife, 
 A. heav*n of joys breuks down into his heart : 
 
 Corinna frown a while. 
 Hell's torments are but copies of his fmart ; 
 
 Within a luftfull heart doth dwell 
 
 A feeming heav'ny a very hell, 
 
 7- . 
 
 Thus worthlels, vain, and void 
 
 Of comfort, are the fruits of earth's- employment^ 
 Which, ere they be enjoy'd, 
 
 Diftract us, and deftroy us in th' enjoyment;. 
 Thefe be the pleafures that are prize'd, 
 When Heav'n's cheap pcn'worth ftands defpis'd. 
 
 Lord, quench thefe hafty flafhes. 
 Which dart as lightning froci the thund'nng (kk^y^ 
 
 And ev'ry minute daflies 
 Againft the wanton windows of mine eyes : 
 
 Lord, clofe the cafement, whilft I ftand 
 
 Beneath the curtain of thy hand. 
 
 O- z S. AU- 
 
itz EMBLEMS. Book IV.. 
 
 S. AUGUST. Soliloq. Cap. iv. 
 
 thou Sufiy that illumlnateih both heaven and earth / 
 woe be unto thofe eyes which do not behold thee : woe be 
 unto thofe blind eyes which cannot behold thee : woe be unto 
 thofe which turn aivay their eyes^ that they will not behold 
 thee : woe be unto thofe that turn away their eyes^ that 
 they may behold vanity, 
 
 S. CHRYS. fup. Matt. xlx. 
 
 What IS the evil woman but the enemy of friendfhip^ 
 an avoidable pain^ necejfary mif chiefs a natural tempta- 
 tion^ a defirable calamity^ a domeftic danger^ a deleSlable^ 
 inconvenience^ and the nature of evil^ painted over with 
 
 the colour of good i 
 
 EPIG, S' 
 '^Tis vain, great God ! to clofe mine eyes from i\\^.. 
 When I relolve to keep the old man ftill ; 
 My rambling heart muft covenant firft with thee. 
 Or none can pafs betwixt mine eye and me. 
 
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BtjokIV. E M R L E M S. i6> 
 
 YI. 
 Esther vli. 3. 
 
 If I have found favour in thy fight^ and if it pkafe the 
 king^ let my life he given me at my petition* 
 
 THOU art the great Ahafuerus, whofe command 
 Doth ftretch from pole to pole ; the world's thy 
 Rebellious Vaftiti's the corrupted will, [land ^ 
 
 Which, being call.'d, refufes to fulfill 
 Thy juft command j- Efther, whofe tears condole 
 The razed city, 's the regen'rate foul ; 
 A captive maid, whom thou wilt pieafe to grace 
 With nuptial honors in ftout Vafhti's place : 
 Her kinfman, whofe unbended knee did thwart 
 Pi'oud Haman's glory, is the flefhly part; 
 The fober eunuch, that recallM to mind 
 The new-built gibbet (Haman had divine'd 
 For his own ruin) fifty cubits high. 
 Is luftfull-thought-controuling chaftity ;. 
 Infulting Haman is that flelhly luft, 
 Whofe red-hot fury, for a feafon, muft 
 Triumph in pride, and ftudy how to tread 
 On Mordecai, till royal Either plead. 
 
 Great King, thy fent-for Vafhti will not come^ 
 O let the oil o' th' blefled virgin's womb 
 Gleanfe my poor Either : look, O look upon her 
 With gracious eyes ; and let thy beam of honor 
 So fcour her captive ftains, that fhe may prove 
 An holy obje61: of thy heav'nly love : 
 Anoint her with the i'pikenard of thy graces. 
 Then try the fweetnefs of her challe embraces : 
 
 2 Makt 
 
r64 EMBLEMS. BookIV. 
 
 Make her the partner of thy nuptial bed. 
 
 And fet thy royal crown upon her head ; 
 
 If, then, ambitious Haman chance to fpend 
 
 His fpleen on Mordeeai, that fcorns to bend 
 
 The wilfull ftifFnefs of his ftubborn knee^. 
 
 Or bafely crouch to any lord but thee ; 
 
 If weeping Efther (hould prefer a groan^ 
 
 Before the high tribunal of thy throne,. 
 
 Hold forth thy golden fceptre, and afFordv 
 
 The gentle audience of a gracious Lord : 
 
 And let thy royal Efther be poflfeft 
 
 Of half thy kingdom, at her dear requeft : 
 
 Curb luftfull Haman, him that would difgrace^. 
 
 Nay, ravifh thy fair queen before thy face : 
 
 And as proud Haman was himfelf enlnare'd 
 
 On that felf-gibbet which himfelf prepare'd ; 
 
 So nail my luft, both punifhment and guilt, 
 
 On that dear crofs which mine own lufts have hmlto, 
 
 S. AU- 
 
Book IV. EMBLEMS. 165 
 
 S. AUGUST, in Ep. 
 
 O Holy Spirit^ ahvajs infpire me with holy works. 
 Conflrain me^ that I may do : cou*ifel me^ that 1 77iay love 
 thee ; confirm me^ that I may hold thee j conferve ?ne^ 
 that I may mt lofe thee, 
 
 S. AUGUST, fup. Joan. 
 
 Tlye fpirit lujls^ where the fie Jh refteth : for as the fie/b 
 is nourijhed with fiueet tilings, the fpirit is refreshed 
 with fur. 
 
 Ibidem. 
 
 tVouldfi thou that thy flejh obey thy fpirit P then let 
 thy fpirit ob*y thy God, ThiU muji be gQVerned^ that 
 thou mayifi govtrnx 
 
 EPIG. 6. 
 
 Of mercy and juftice is thy kingdom built ; 
 This plagues my fm, and that removes my guilt ; 
 Whene'er I fue, Ahafuerus-like, decline 
 Thy fceptre ; Lord, fay, Half my kingdom's thine. 
 
 Canticles 
 
^66 EMBLEMS. Book IV. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Cantiglss vii. u. 
 
 am,, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, and Ui 
 US remain In the villages, 
 
 I' 
 
 Christ. Soul. 
 
 Chr.r^OUY., come, my dear, and let us both retire,, 
 ^,^, V->< And whifFthe dainties of the fragrant field ^ 
 Wherewarb'-imgPhil'mel and thefhrill-mouth'd choir 
 Chant lorth their raptures ; .where the turtle builds 
 Her lovely neft; and where the new-born brier 
 Breathes forth the fweetnefs that her April yields :: 
 Come, come, my lovely fair, and let us try 
 Thefe rural delicates j where thou and I 
 May melt in private ^flames, and fear no ftander-by^ 
 
 ^Qul Aly heart's eternal joy, in lieu of whom 
 
 The earth's a blaft, and all the world's a bubble; 
 Our city manfion is the faireft home,. 
 
 But country fweets are tinge'd with lelTer trouble ; 
 
 Let's try them both, and chufe the better; come; 
 
 A change in pleafure makes the pleafure double; 
 
 On thy commands depends my go or tarry, 
 
 ril flir with Martha, or I'll ftay with Mary : 
 
 Our hearts are firmly fixt, altho' our pleafures vary. 
 
 Chr, 
 
B.Ir.J^/.^/^ 
 
 Cant . 7.: 
 
Book IV. EMBLEMS. 
 
 167 
 
 3. 
 
 Cir. Oixr country manfion (fuuate on hiVh), 
 With various objeas, ftiU renews delight: 
 Her arched rooPs of unftain'd ivory • 
 
 Her walls of fiery-fparkling chrvfolite : 
 Her pavement is of hardeft porphyry • 
 
 Her fpacious windows are all glaze'd with bright 
 And flaming carbuncles ; no need require 
 I itan s faint rays, or Vulcan's feeble fire • 
 And ev ry gate's a pearl; and ev'ry pearl entire. 
 
 How falfely was my fond conceit poffeft I 
 1 took It for an hermitage, but pav'd 
 
 Aks" I ne" ''' "'''V."S'''''""g '^''^' ^"d thatch'd at 
 A turtle hope'd but for a turtle's neft • ^ 
 
 Come, come, my dear, and let no idle ftay 
 
 Hnw r^r"^ "" '^"'""S^ °^ "^^ headftron "d^ay • 
 How pleafure grates, that feels the curb of ddl dek'y > 
 
 ^'"c!Fr.r.^' *'"' "^y -""y' '" °"^ divided paces 
 Condua us to our faireft territory ; ^ 
 
 wTn'n • 'T' °"^ '"°"'= '■" '■«'=« -"^braces : 
 
 rj,. rif J Elkanah. .W. And I thy Hannah 
 Chr. 1 11 found my trump of joy. S,u/, And /'ll relTnd 
 
 [Hofanna I 
 S. BERN. 
 
t63 EMBLEMS. Book IV, 
 
 S. BERN. 
 
 O bleJJ'ed contemplation / the death of vices, and the life 
 of virtues I thee the law and the prophets admire : wl$ 
 ever attained perfc5iion, if not by thee ? O blejfed foU- 
 tude, the magnxine of celejlial treafure ! by thee] things 
 earthly and tranfitory are changed into heavenly and eter- 
 nal, 
 
 S. BERN, in Ep. 
 
 Happy is that honfe, and bleffd is that congregation^ 
 where NLa.Tth?Ljiill complaineth of Mary, 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 Mechanic foul, thou muft not only do 
 With Martha, but with Mary ponder too : 
 Happy's that houfe where thefe fair fifters vary j 
 But moil, when Martha's reconciled to Mary. 
 
 Canticle s 
 
B.TV^ J^Jmh.S. 
 
 Caiit. 1, 
 
Book IV. £ AI B L E M S. 169 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Canticles i. 3, 4. 
 
 Draw vie : ive will run after thee, becauje of the favour 
 ^f ^h S^^d ointments, 
 
 '^r^HUS, like a lump of the corrupted mafs, 
 X I lie iccure, long loft before I was : 
 And, like a block, beneath whofe burden lies 
 That undifcover'd worm which never dies, 
 I have no will to roufe, I have no pow'r to rife. 
 
 Can linking Lazarus compound or flrive 
 With death's entangling fetters, and revive? 
 
 Or can the water-bury'd ax implore 
 
 A hand to raife it, or itfelf reflore. 
 And from her fandy deeps approach thedry-foot fliore ? 
 
 So hard's the tafk for fmful ile/h and blood - 
 To lend the fmalleft ilep to what is good. 
 A4y God I I cannot move the leaft dec^ree : 
 Ah I if but only thofe that adive be,^ 
 None fhould thy glory fee, none fhould thy glory fee. 
 
 But if the potter pleafe t' inform * the clay. 
 Or fome ftrong hand remove the block away. 
 Their lowly fortunes foon are mounted higher- 
 That proves a v^iXd, which before was mire • * 
 And this, being hewn, may ferve for better ufe thaA fire. 
 
 And if that life-refloring voice command 
 
 Dead LazVus forth 3 or that great prophet's hand 
 
 bhould charm the fullen waters, and bep;in 
 
 To beckon, or to dart a ftick but in. 
 Dead Laz'rus muft revive, and th' ax muft float again. 
 
 Voi..I[N»5J P Lord, 
 
170 E M B L E M S. Book IV-, 
 
 Lord, as I am, I have no pow'r at all > 
 
 To hear thy voice, or echo to thy call ; 
 
 The gloomy clouds of mine own guilt benight me ; 
 
 Thy glorious beams, not dainty fweets invite nie ; 
 They neither can direct, nor thefe at all delight me. 
 
 See hou^ my fm-bemangled body lies, 
 Not having pow'r to will, nor will to rife ! 
 Shine home upon thy creature, and infpire 
 My lifelefs will with thy regen'rate fire; 
 The firft degree to do, is only to defire. 
 
 Give me the pow'r to will, the will to do; 
 
 O raife me up, and I will ftrive to go : 
 
 Draw me, O draw me with thy treble twift. 
 That have no pow'r but merely to refift ; 
 
 O lend me ftr-ength to do, an J then command thy lifll 
 
 My fours a clock, whofe wheels (for want of ufe 
 And winding up, being fubje£t to th' abufe 
 
 Of eating rail) want vigour to fulfill 
 
 Her twelve hours tafk, and fhew her Maker^s fkill,^ 
 But idly fleeps unmov'd, and flandeth vainly ftill. 
 
 Great God^ it is thy work, and therefore good 5 
 If thou be pleas'd to cleanfe it with thy blood. 
 And wind it up v/ith thy foul-moving keys. 
 Her bufy wheels fhall ferve thee all her days ; 
 lier hand fhall point thy pow'r, her hammer ftrike thy 
 
 [praife. 
 
 S. BERN, 
 
Book IV. EMBLEMS. 171 
 
 S. BERN. Ser..xxi. in Cant. 
 
 Let us run, ht w run, but in the favour of thy o'lnt- 
 ment, not in the confidence of our merits, not in the greats 
 nefs of our firength : ive trufi to run, hut in the mulli^ 
 tilde of thy mercies ; for though we ruji and are willing^ 
 it is not in hi7n that willeth, nor in him that runneth,, 
 but in God that Jheweth ?ncrcy, O let thy mercy return, 
 and we will run : t'nou, like a giant, runnefl by thy oiun 
 power ; we^ unlcfs thy ointment breathe upon us, cannot 
 
 run. 
 
 EPIG. 8. 
 
 Look not, my watch, being once repairM, to ftand 
 Expe^ing niotion from ihy Maker's hand. 
 He 'as wound thee up, and cleans'd thy cogs with blood 
 If ijow thy wheels (land ftill, thou art not good. 
 
 C A- N T J- 
 
172 EMBLEMS. Book IV. 
 
 Canticles viii. r. 
 O that thou wert as my hrothery that fucked the hreajls 
 of my mother ! when I foould find thee without^ I would 
 kifs thee. 
 
 COIME, come, mybleiFed infant, asicl immure thee 
 Within the temple of my facrcd arms ; 
 Secure mine arms, mine arms (hall then fecure thee 
 From Herod's fury, or the high-priefFs harms : 
 Or if thy 'danger'd life fuftain a lofs, 
 My folded arms ihali turn thy dying crofs. 
 
 2. 
 
 But ah I what favage tyrant can behold 
 
 The beauty of {o fweet a face as this \Sy 
 And not himfelf be by himfelf controul'd, 
 And chan2;e his fary to a thoufand kifTes ? 
 
 Ojie fm:le of thine is worth more mines of treafure 
 Than there were myiiads in the dsys of Ca^far.. 
 
 3- 
 
 O had the tetrarch, as he knew thy birth, 
 
 So known tliy {tock, he had not thought to paddle 
 In thy dear blood ; but, proftrate on the earth, 
 H'ld veii'd his crown before thy royal cradle. 
 And laid the fceptre of his glory down, 
 And begg'd a heav'nly for an earthly crown. 
 
 Uluftrious 
 
^J^.EmlK^ 
 
Book IV, EMBLEMS. 173 
 
 4- 
 
 Illuftrious babe ! how Is thy handmaid grace'd 
 With a rich armfull I how doft thou decline 
 Thy majefty, that wert fo late embrace'd 
 
 In thy great F^-Vr's arms, and now in mine! 
 How humbly gracious art thou, to refrefh 
 Me with thy fpirit, and affume my flefh I 
 
 But muft the treafon of a traitor's hail 
 
 Abufe the fweetnefs of thefe ruby lips ? 
 Shall marble-hearted cruelty afTail ' 
 
 Thefe alabafter fides with knotted whips ? 
 And muft thefe fmiling rofes entertain 
 The blows of fcorn, and Hurts of bafe difJain ? 
 
 6. 
 Ah ! muft thefe dainty little fprings *, that twine 
 
 So faft about thy f neck, be pierce'd and torn 
 With ragged nails ; and muft thefe brows refjga 
 Their crown of glory for a crown of thorn ? 
 Ah 1 muft the'bleffed infant tafte the pain 
 Of death's injurious pangs ; nay, worfe, be flain ? 
 
 7- 
 Sweet babe I at what dear rates do wretched I 
 
 Commit a fin ! Lord, ev'ry fm's a dart> 
 And cv'ry trefpafs let's ajav'lin fly; 
 
 And evVy jav'lin wounds thy bleeding heart : 
 Pardon, fwcet babe, what"] have done ami'fs ; 
 And feal that granted pardon with a kifs. 
 
 * S^rlrgsi i. €. arms. rij neck 3 read /-kj? neck. 
 
 P3 S. BONA- 
 
174 EMBLEMS. Book IV. 
 
 S. BONAVENT. Sollloq. Cap, i. 
 
 fweet Jejii^ I knew not that thy kijfes were fo 
 fweet^ nor thy fociety Jo dcle£lahle^ nor thy attraction fo 
 virtuous : for when J love thee^ I am clean ; when I 
 touch thee^ I am chafle ; when I receive thee, I am a 
 virgin. O mofl fweet Jefu^ thy embraces defile not, but 
 cleanfe j thy attraction polluteth not, but fanClificth. O 
 *Jefu, the fountain of univerfal fweetnefs^ pardon me that 
 I believed fo late^ that fo much fweetnefs is in thy em- 
 braces. 
 
 EPIG. 9, 
 
 My burden's greateft : let not Atlas boaft : 
 Impartial reader, judge which bears the moft : 
 He bears but heav'n ; my folded arms fuftain 
 Heav'n's maker, whom heav'n's heav'n cannot contain^ 
 
 Canticles 
 
^.W.i:ni^.,o. ^-9 
 
 Cant. 3.1. 
 
Book IV. EMBLEMS^. 173 
 
 X. 
 
 Canticles iil. i . 
 
 In my bed, hy night, i fiitght him whom my foul loveth : 
 I fought him, hut I found him not, 
 
 THE learned Cynic, having loft the way 
 To honeft men» did, in the height of day,. 
 By taper-light, divide his fteps about 
 The peopled ftreet, to find this dainty out; 
 But fail'd : the Cynic fearch'd not whexe he ought y. 
 The thing he fought for, was not where he fought. 
 The wife men's tafk feem'd harder to be done. 
 The wife men did by ftar-light feek the Sun, 
 And found : thewifemen fearch'ditwherctheyought;. 
 The thing they hope'd to find was where they fought. 
 One feeks his wifhes where he Ihould ; but then 
 Perchance he feeks not as he fhould, nor when. 
 Another fearches when he fhould ; but there 
 He fails,^ not feeking as he fhould, nor where. 
 Whofe foul defires the good it wants, and would 
 Obtain, muft feek where, as, and when he fhould,. 
 How often have my wild affecSlions led 
 My wafted foul to this my widow'd bed, 
 To feek my lover, whom my foul defires ! 
 (I fpeak not, Cupid, of thy wanton fires : 
 Thy fires are all but dying fparks to mine ; 
 My flames are full of heav'n, and all divine) 
 How often have I fought this bed by night. 
 To find that greater by this lefTer light ! 
 
 2, UoTi 
 
1^6 EMBLEMS. Book IV» 
 
 How oft have my unwitnefsM groans lamented 
 Thy deareft abfence ! ah ! how often vented 
 The bitter tempefts of defpairing breath. 
 And tofs'd my foul upon the waves of death ! 
 How often has my melting heart made choice 
 Of fdent tears (tears louder than a voice) 
 To plead my grief, and woo thy abfent ear ! 
 And yet thou wilt not come, thou wilt not hear. 
 
 is thy wonted love become fo cold ? 
 
 Or do mine eyes not feek thee where they fhould ? 
 Why do I feek thee, if thou art not here ? 
 Or find thee not, if thou art ev*ry-where ? 
 
 1 fee my error : *tis not ftrange 1 could not 
 
 Find out my love -, I fought him where I fhould not. 
 Thou art not found on downy beds of eafe 3 
 Alas ! thy mufic ftrikes on harder keys : 
 Nor art thou found by that falfe feeble light 
 Of nature's candle -, our Egyptian night 
 Is more than common darknefs ; nor can we 
 Expert a morning but what breaks from thee. 
 Well may my empty bed bewail thy lofs. 
 When thou art lodgM upon thy fhameful crofs : 
 If thou refufe to (hare a bed with me. 
 We'll never part, TU fhare a crofs with the^. 
 
 A N S E L M. 
 
 I 
 
Book IV. EMBLEM S. ^77 
 
 "^ A N S E L M. in Protolog. i. 
 
 Lord^ if thou art not prefent^ where flmll Ifeek thee 
 ehfent? 'if every-where^ why do I not fee thee prefent f 
 Thou iwellefl in light inaccejfihle ; and luhere is that in" 
 accejfible light ? or how foali I have accefs to light inaccef- 
 fihle ? I hefeech thee^ Lord^ teach me to feek thee^ and 
 Jhtw thyjelfto the feeker : hecaufe I can neither feek thce^ 
 unle/s thou teach me ; nor find thee^ unkfs thou fhew thy- 
 felf to 7ne : let me feek thee in de firing thee^ and defire 
 thee in feeking thee : let me find thee in loving ihee^ and 
 love thee in finding thee. 
 
 EPIG. 10. 
 
 Where fliouldfl thou feek for reft, but in thy bed ? 
 But now thy reft is gone, thy reft is fled : 
 'Tis vain to feek him there : my foul, be wife ; 
 Go afk thy fins, they'll teJl thee where he lies. 
 
 Canticles 
 
178 E M B L E M S. BookIV.' 
 
 xr. 
 
 Canticles Hi. 2. 
 
 / will rife^ and go about the city, and will fee^ him 
 whom my faul loveth : I fought him y but I found him^ 
 not. 
 
 OHow my difappointed fouFs perplext ! fbreafir T 
 How reftlefs thoughts fwarm in my troubled 
 Hov/ vainly pleas'd with hopes, then crofsly vext 
 
 With fears ! and how betwrxt them both diitreft ! 
 What place is left unranfack'd ? Oh ! where next 
 Shall I go feek the author of my reft ? 
 
 Of what blefs'd angel {hall my lips inquire 
 The undifcover'd way to that intire 
 And everlafting folace of my heart's defire ? 
 
 Look how the flricken hart, that, wounded, flies 
 
 O'er hills and dales, and feeks the lower grounds 
 For running ftreams, the whilft his weeping eyes 
 
 Beg filent mercy from the foll'wing hounds ; 
 At length, emboft *, he droops,, drops down, and lies 
 Beneath the burden of his bleeding wounds : 
 Ev'n fo my gafping foul, diffolv'd in tears, 
 Doth fearch for thee, my God, whofe deafen'd ears 
 Leave me th.' unranfom'd pris'ner to my panic fears. 
 
 * Etr.bojij i. e. taking to covers 
 
 Where- 
 
B .I\^ End 
 
 Caixt 32. 
 
Book. IV. EMBLEM S. 179 
 
 3- 
 
 Where have my bufy eyes not pry'd ? O where. 
 
 Of whom hath not my thread- bare tongue de- 
 I fearch'd this glorious city i he's not here : [manded ? 
 I fought the country ;'fhe ftands empty-handed ; 
 I fearch'd the court ; he is a ftranger there : 
 
 I afk'd the land ; he's fhipp'd : the fea; he's landed : 
 I climb the air, my thoughts began t'afpirci 
 But ah ! the wings of mv too bold defire, 
 Soaring too near the fun, were fmdg'd with facred lire, 
 
 4- 
 I mov'd the merchant's ear, alas ! but he 
 
 Knew neither what I faid, nor what to fay :. 
 I afk'd the lawyer, he demands a fee, 
 
 And then demurs me with a vain delay: 
 
 I afk'd the fchoolman, his advice was free. 
 
 But fcore'd me out too intricate a way: 
 
 I afk'd the watchman (beft of all the four), 
 Whofe gentle anfwer could refolve no more. 
 But that he lately left him at the temple-door, 
 
 5- 
 Thus having fought, and made my great inqueft 
 
 In ev'ry place, and fearch'd in ev'ry ear, 
 I threw me on my bed ; but ah ! my refl 
 
 Was poifon'd with th'extrem.es of grief and fearj 
 Where looking down into my troubled breaft. 
 The magazine of wounds, I found him there: 
 Let others hunt, and (hew their fportful art; 
 I wifh to catch the hare before (he flarf. 
 As poachers ufe to do ; Heav'n's form* 's a troubled 
 
 [heart* 
 
 * Jw« (a h«ntlng term) j I. e. where the hare fits. 
 
 S.AM- 
 
iSo EMBLEMS. Book IV. 
 
 S. A M B R O S. Lib. iii. de Virg. 
 
 Chriji is not in the market^ nor in the Jlreets : for 
 Chrijl is peace ^ in the inarket are Jlrifes : Chriji is ju/iice^ 
 in the market is iniquity : Chriji is a labourer^ in the 
 market is idlenefs : Chriji is charity^ in the ?narket is 
 Jlander : Chriji is faith ^ in the market is fraud. Let us 
 not therefore feek Chriji^ where we cannot find Chriji, 
 
 S. HIE RON. Ser. ix. Ep. 22. ad Euftoch. 
 
 yefus is jealous : he will not have thy face feen : let 
 foolijh virgins ramble ' abroad j feek thou thy love at 
 hme* 
 
 EPIG. ir. 
 
 What, loft thy love ? will neither bed nor board 
 Receive him ? not by tear^ to be implore'd ? 
 It is the ftiip that moves, and not the coaft^ 
 I fear, I fear, my foul, 'tis thou art loft. 
 
 Canticles 
 

 Caiit:3.4. 
 
Book, IV. EMBLEMS. i8r 
 
 XIL 
 
 Canticles iii. 3, 4, 
 Have you feen him whom my foul lovcth? When I had 
 pajjed a little from them, then I found him; I took 
 hold on him^ and left him not, 
 
 I. 
 
 "YyHAT kcret corner? what unwonted way 
 
 Has 'fcap'd the ranfack of my rambling thoufrht? 
 The fox by night, nor the dull owl by day, "" 
 Have never fearch'd thofe places I have fouo-ht. 
 Whilft thy lamented abfence tau^rht my breaft 
 The ready road to grief, without^requeft ; 
 My day had neither comfort, nor my night had refl. 
 
 2. 
 
 How hath my unregarded language vented 
 
 The fad tautologies of lavifli pallion ! 
 How often have I languifh'd unlamented ! 
 
 How oft have I complain'd, without companion » 
 
 I afk'd the city-watch, but fbme deny'd me fme - 
 
 The common ftreet,whilft others would rnifguide 
 
 Some would debarmejfome divert me) fomederideme^ 
 
 3. 
 Mark how tht widow'd turtle, having lofl 
 The faithful partner of her loyal ifeart, 
 Stietches her feeble v/ings from coafr to coall 
 Hunts ev'ry path 5 thinks evVy fhade doth part 
 Her abfent ove and her ; at length, unfped, 
 fehe re-betakes her to her lonely bed. 
 And there bewails her everlafling widow-head. 
 VoL.I. [N«6J Q^ S^ 
 
iSz EMBLEMS. Book IV, 
 
 4- 
 So when my foul had progrefs'd tv^ry place 
 
 That love and dear affe6tion could contrive, 
 I threw me on my couch, refoivM t' embrace 
 A death for him in whom I ceas'd to live : 
 But there injurious Hymen did prefent 
 His landfcape joys ^ my pickled eyes did vent 
 Full ftreams of briny tears, tears never to be fpent, 
 
 5- 
 Whilft thus my forrow-wafting foul was feeding 
 
 Upon the rad'cal humour of her thought, [ing* 
 Ev'n whilft mine eyes were blind, and heart was bleed- 
 He that was fought, unfound, was found, unfought : 
 As if the fun (hould dart his orb of light 
 Into the fccrets of the black- brow'd night : 
 Ev'n fo appear'd my love, my fole, my foal's, delight. 
 
 6. 
 O how mine eyes, now ravifh'd at the fight 
 
 Of my bright fun, fhot flames of equal fire ! 
 Ah ! how my foul diflblv'd with o'er-deiight, 
 To re-enjov the crown of chafte defire ! 
 How fov'reign joy depos'd and difpofFefs'd 
 Rebellious grief! and how my ravifti'd breaft- — — 
 But who can 'xprefs thofe heights, that cannot be ex- 
 
 [prefs'd ! 
 
 7- 
 O how thefe arms, thefe greedy arms did twine 
 And ftrongly twift about his yielding waift ! 
 The fappy branches of the Thefpian vine 
 Ne'er cling their lefs beloved elm fo faft. 
 
 Boaft no^ thy flames, blind boy, thy feather'd fhot; 
 
 Let Hymen's eafy fnarls be quite forgot : [knot.- 
 
 Time cannot quench our fires, nor death diflfolve our 
 
 O R I G. 
 
BcokIV. emblem S. 183 
 
 O R I G. Horn. X. in diverf. 
 
 O mojl holy Lord, and fwectefl majfer, how good art 
 thou to thoje that are of upright hearty and humb'e fpirit ! 
 O hrtv hkjpd are they that feek thee with a fmip'e heart f 
 hjiu happy, that truji in thee / It is a imfl eertatn truth, 
 thut thou love ft all that love thee, and nrver forfake/i 
 ihofe that truft /v thee : for beheld thy love /imply fought 
 thee, and und ubtedly found thee : Jhe trujled in thee, and 
 is not fnrfaken of thee \ but hath (jbtained 7nore by thee, 
 than jhe expected from thee, 
 
 B E D A in Cap. iii. Cant. 
 
 77;^ longer I was in findhig ivhom I fought^ the more 
 iarnejlly I beheld him being found. 
 
 EPIG. 12. 
 
 What! found him out? let ftrong embraces bind him; 
 He'll fly, perchance, where tears can never find him ; 
 New fins will lofe what old repentance gains. 
 Wifdom not only gets, but, got, retains. 
 
 Q^ 2 Psalm 
 
i84 E M B L E M S. Book IV.' 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Psalm Ixxiii. 28. 
 
 // is good for jne to draw near to Gcd^ I have put my 
 
 truji in the Lord God. 
 
 WHere Is that good, which wife men pleafe to 
 The chiefeft .? doth there any fuch befall [call 
 Within man's jeach ? or is there fuch a good at all f 
 
 If fuch there be, it neither muft expire, 
 Isl or change; than which therecan be nothing high'r: 
 Such good muft be the utter point of man's defire. 
 
 It is the mark, to which .all hearts muft tend ; 
 Can be defired for no other end. 
 Than for itfelf, on which all other goods depend. 
 
 What may this exc'lence be ? doth it fubfift 
 A ^-eal eflence clouded in the mift 
 Of curious art, or clear to ev'ry eye that lift i 
 
 Or is't|a tartjdea^ to procure 
 An edge, and keep the praftic foul in ure*, [ture J ? 
 Like that dear chymic duft f , or puzzling quadra- 
 
 Where (hail I feek this good ; where ftiall I find 
 This cath'lic pleafure, whofe extremes may bind 
 My thoughts, and fill the gulf of my infatiate mind ? 
 
 Lies it In treafure ? in full heaps untold ? 
 Doth gouty Mam.mon's griping hand infold 
 This fecret faint in facred fhrines of fov'rcign gold ? 
 
 * Ure\ i.e. exercife. f Chymic ^'i^ ; i. e. the philofopher's 
 
 ftone, fuppofed to turn all metals to gold, 4. Puxxling quadrature j 
 
 S, e, fquaring the circle. 
 
 No, 
 
^.IV.^m/./^ 
 
Book IV. E M B L E M S. 185 
 
 No, no, (he lies not there ; wealth often fours 
 In keeping; makes us hers, in feeming ours j 
 She Hides from heav'n indeed,but not inDanae's fhow'rs. 
 
 Lives fhe in honor ? No. The royal crown 
 Builds up a creature, and then batters down : 
 Kings raife thee with a fmile, and raze thee with a frown. 
 
 In pleafure ? No. Pleafure begins in rage; 
 A6ts the fool's part on earth's uncertain Itage ; 
 Begins the play in youth, and epilogues in age. 
 
 Thefe, thefe are baftard goods; the beft of thefe 
 Torment the foul with pleafing it; and pleafe. 
 Like waters gulp'd in fevers, with deceitful eafe. 
 
 Earth's flatt'ring dainties are but fweet diftrefles : 
 Mole- hi lis perform the mountains fhe profefles ; 
 Alas ! can earth confer more good than earth pofjlefTes ? 
 
 Mount, mount, my foul, and let my thoughts cafliier 
 Earth's vain delights, and make thy full career 
 At heav'n's eternal joys ; ftop, ftop, thy courfer there. 
 
 There fhall thy foul poflefs uncareful treafure. 
 There {halt thou fwim in never-fading pleafure; 
 And blaze in honor far above the frowns of Ci£lar. 
 
 Lord, if my hope dare let her anchor fall 
 On thee, the chiefsft good, no need to call 
 For earth's niftrior tra(h ; thou, thou art all in all ! 
 
 Q 3 S. AU- 
 
i86 E M B L E M S. Bock IV. 
 
 S.AUGUST. Suliloq. Cap. xiil. 
 
 I follcw this things I purfue that, but I am filed u-ith 
 mthim. But when I found thee, who art that immuta- 
 ble^ individed^ and only good in thyfelf what I obtained^ 
 I wanted not ; for what I obtained not^ I grieved not ^ 
 zvith zvhat I was pojjef^ my whale defer e was fatisfied, 
 
 S. BERN. Ser. ix. fup. Beati qui habent, &c. 
 
 Let ethers pretend merit ; let hi in brag of the burden 
 of the daj ; let him boafe of his fahbath fafls^ and let him 
 glory that he is not as other men : but for ms^ it is good 
 to cleave unto the Lord^ and to put my trufi in my Lord 
 God, 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 Let Boreas' blafts and Neptune's waves be joinM, 
 Thy ^.oliis commands the waves, the wind : 
 Fear not the rocks, or world's imperious Vv^aves ; 
 Thou climb'ft a Rock^ my foul, a Rock that fives. 
 
 Canticles 
 
B.IV.^//t/n/^ 
 
 C aiit 33. 
 
Book IV. EMBLEMS. 187 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Canticles ii. 3. 
 
 I fat under his Jhadoiv with great delight ^ and his fruit 
 was fwect to my. tafie. 
 
 I. 
 
 LOoK how the {heep, whofe rambling fteps do flrajr 
 From the fafe blefTmg of her fhepherd's eyes, 
 Eftfoon * becomes the unprotedted prey 
 
 To the wing'd fquadron of beleag'ring flies ; 
 W^here, fwelter'd with the fcorching beams of day. 
 She frifks from bufli to brake, and wildly flies away 
 From her own felf, ev'n cf herfelf afraid j 
 She flirouds her troubled brows in ev'ry glade^ 
 And craves the mercy of the foft removing inade. 
 
 Ev'n fo my wand'ring foul, that hath digrefs'd 
 From her great Shepherd, is the hourly prey 
 Of all my Irns ; thefe vultures in my breaft 
 
 Gripe my Promothean heart ; both night and day 
 I hunt from place to place, but find no reft; 
 i know not where to go, nor where to ftay ; 
 The eye of vengeance burns,, her flames invade 
 My r-vveit*ring foul : my foul hath oft aflay'd. 
 Yet ihe can find no fhroud f , yet can fhe feel no Ihade ! 
 
 * Eftjocr. ; i. e. prefsntly, 
 j- Sbruudy i. e. covering. 
 
 I fought 
 
i88 E M B L E M S. Book IV. 
 
 ,3- 
 I fought the fhades of mirth, to wear away 
 
 My flow-pi:cc'd hours of foul-confuming grief; 
 I fearchM the fhades of flcep, to eafe my day 
 Of griping forrows with a night's reprieve. 
 1 fought the fhades of death ; thought there t' allay 
 My final torments with a full relief: 
 
 But mirth, nor fleep, nor death, can hide my hours 
 In the falfe (hades of their deceitful bow'rs ; 
 The firft diilradts, the next difturbs, the laft devours. 
 
 4. 
 Where (hall I turn ? to whom (hall I apply me ? 
 
 Are there no (Ireams where a faint foul may wade ? 
 Thy Godhead, Jesus, are the flames that fry me; 
 
 Hath thy all-j;l()rious Deity ne'er a (hade. 
 Where I may fit, and vengeance never eye me ; 
 Where 1 might fit refrefh'd or unafraid ? 
 
 Is there no comfort ? is there no refection * ? 
 Is there n<> covxr that will give protedion 
 T'a fainting (oul, the fubjed of thy wrath's refledion ? 
 
 5. 
 Look up, my foul, advance the lowly, feature 
 
 Of :hy fad thoughts ; advance thy humble eye : 
 See, here's a (hadow found : the human nature 
 
 Is made th' umbrella to th? Deity, 
 To catch t^e fun- beams of thy juft Creator : 
 Beneath this covert thou may 'ft fafely lie : 
 Permit thine eve-; to climb this fruitful tree. 
 As quick Zaccheus did, and thou fhalt fee 
 A cloud of dying fleih betwixt thofe beams and thee. 
 
 • Refe&m 3 i, e. rcfrelhoient, 
 
 GUIL, 
 
Book IV. EMBLEM S. 189 
 
 GUIL. in Cap. ii. Cant. 
 IFho can endure the fierce u.js of the Sun of juflice ? 
 who ftmll not be confumed by bis beams ? Therefore the 
 Sun of jufice took feJJ)^ that^ thr:ugh the conjunSfion of 
 that Sun and this human body^ a Jhadow ?nay be 7nade, 
 
 S. A U G U S T. Med. Cap. xxxiv. 
 L'jrdy let my foul be free froTn the [corching thoughts of 
 the worlds under the covert of thy wings^ that^ being re^ 
 frejhed by the inoderation of thy Jhadow^ /he may fmg 
 merrily » In peace ivill I lay me down and refl^ 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 Ah I treach'rous foul, would not thy pleafures give 
 That Lord, which made thee living, leave to live? 
 See what thy fins have done : thy fins have made 
 The Sun of glory ngw become thy (hade. 
 
 Psalm 
 
igo EMBLEMS. Book IV; 
 
 XV. 
 
 Psalm cxxxvii. 4. 
 
 Hoiu Jhall we fmg the fing of the Lord in a Jlrange 
 ^land? 
 
 URGE me no more: this airy mirth belongs 
 'To better times : thefe times are not for fongs. 
 The fprightly twang of the melodious lute 
 Agrees not with my voice : and both unfuit 
 My untune'd * fortunes : the affedled meafure 
 Of ftraijis, that are conflrain'd, afford no pleafure, 
 Mufic's the child of mirth j where griefs aflail 
 The troubled foul, both voice and lingers fail : 
 Let fuch as revel out their lavifh days 
 In hono*irable riot; that can raife 
 Deje£ted hearts, and conjure up a fp'rit 
 Of madnefs by the magic of delight \ 
 Let thofe of Cupid's hofpital, that lie 
 Impatient patients to a fmiling eye. 
 That cannot reft, until vain hope beguile 
 Their flatter'd torment with a wanton fmile : 
 Let fuch redeem their peace, and falve the wrongs 
 Of froward fortune with their frolick fongs : 
 My grief, my grief's too great for fmiling eyes 
 To cure, or counter-charms to exorcife. 
 The raven's difmal croaks, the midnight howls 
 Of empty wolves mix'd with the fcreech of owls, 
 The nine fad knolls of a dull paffing bell, 
 With the loud language of a nightly knell. 
 
 '<> Untune d fortunei \ i. c, forrowful clrcumftances. 
 
 And 
 

 Pfolnx T37.4, 
 
Book IV. EMBLEMS. 191 
 
 And horrid outcries of revenged crimes, 
 
 Join'd in a medley's mufic for thefe times ; \ 
 
 Thefe are no times to touch the merry firing 
 
 Of Orpheus ; no, thefe are no times to fmg. 
 
 Can hide-bound pris'ners, that have fpent their fouls 
 
 And famifh'd bodies in the noifome holes 
 
 Of hell-black dungeons, apt* their rougher throats. 
 
 Grown hoarfe with begging alms, to warble notes ? 
 
 Can the fad pilgrim, that hath loll: his way 
 
 In the vaft defert ; there condemn'd a prey 
 
 To the wild fubjecl, or his favage king; 
 
 Roufe up his palfy-fmitten fp'rits, and fing ? 
 
 Can I a pilgrim, and a pris'ner too, 
 
 Alas ! where I am neither known, nor know 
 
 Aught but my torments, an unranfom'd ftrano-er 
 
 in this ftrange climate, in a land of danger ? 
 
 O, can my voice be pleafant, or my hand. 
 
 Thus made a pris'ner to a foreign land ? 
 
 How can my mufic rtllfh in your ears. 
 
 That cannot fpeak for fobs, nor fing for tears ? 
 
 Ah ! if my voice could, Orphsus-like, unfpell 
 
 My poor Eurydice, my foul, from hell 
 
 Of earth's mifconftru'd heav'n, O then my brea{l 
 
 Should warble airs, whofe rhapfodies ftiould feaft 
 
 The ears of feraphims, and entertain 
 
 Heav'n's higheft Deity with their lofty ftrain ; 
 
 A ftrain well drench'd in the true Thefpian well : 
 
 Till then, earth's femiquaver f, wealth, farewell. 
 
 * ^pt ; i. e. adapr, or fir. 
 
 •f- Semiquaver'^ a lime in mufic. 
 
 S. AU- 
 
192 EMBLEMS. Book IV. 
 
 S.AUGUST. Med. Cap. xxxiii. 
 
 O infimti'h] kappy are thofe heavenly virtues^ which are 
 able to praij'e ihce In holinefs and purity with excejfive 
 fweetnefs^ and imuttirahk exaltation ! Frcin thence they 
 pyaife thee^ from whence they rejoice^ hecaufe they continue 
 ally fee for what they rejoice^ for what they praife thee : 
 but we^ prefs'd down with this burden of fiejh^ far re* 
 moved from thy countenance in this pilgrimage^ and blown 
 up with worldly va?iities, cannot worthily praife thee: 
 we praife thee by faith ^ not face to face ; but thofe ange^ 
 lical fpirits praife ihce face to face ^ and not by faith. 
 
 EPIG. 15. 
 
 Did I refufe to fing ? Said I, thefe times 
 Were not for fongs ; nor mufic for thefe climes ? 
 It was my error : are not groans and tears 
 Harmonious raptures in th' Almighty's ears ? 
 
 THE 
 
B y.Uml^. / 
 
 Cant-.-sS. 
 
BookV. emblems. 193 
 
 THE 
 
 FIFTH BOOK. 
 
 Canticles v. 8, 
 
 / charge y9Uy O daughters of Jerufakm, If you find my 
 beloved^ that you tell him that I am fick of love. 
 
 YOU holy virgins, that io oft furround 
 The city's fapphire walls j whofe fnovvy izzt 
 Meafure the pearly paths of facred ground. 
 
 And trace the new Jeruf'lem's jafper ftreet; 
 Ah ! you whofe care-forfaken hearts are crown'd 
 With your beft wifhes ; that enjoy the fweet 
 Of all your hopes ; if e'er you chance to fpy 
 My abfent Love, O tell him that I lie [eye. 
 Deep- wounded with the flames that furnace'd from his 
 
 I charge you, virgins, as you hope to hear 
 
 The heav'nly mulic of your Lover's voice j 
 I charge you, by the folemn faith you bear 
 
 To plighted vows, and to that loyal choice 
 Of your afFedions, or, if aught more dear 
 
 You hold ; by Hymen, by your marriage joys ; 
 I charge you, tell him, that a flaming dart. 
 Shot from his eye, hath pierce'd my bleeding heart. 
 And I am fick of love, and laiiguifh in my fmart. 
 
 VoL.L[N'^6] R Tell 
 
rg4 E M B L E M S. Book V. 
 
 3- 
 
 Tell him, O tell him, how my panting breaft 
 
 Is fcorch'd with flames, and hew my foul is pine'd; 
 Tell him, O tell him, how I lie oppieft 
 
 With the full torment of a troubled mind ; 
 O tell him, tell him, that he loves in jef}. 
 But I in earncft; tell him he's unkind: 
 But if a difcontented frown appears 
 Upon his angry brow, accoft his ears 
 With foft and fewer words, and ad the refl in tears» 
 
 4- 
 O tell him, that his cruelties deprive 
 
 My foul of peace, wnile peace in vain fhe feeks; 
 Tell him, thofe damafk rofes that did ftrive 
 
 With white, both fade upon my fallow cheeks ; 
 Tell him, no token doth proclaim I live. 
 
 But tears, -and fighs, and fobs, and fudden fhrieks ; 
 Thusifyourpiercingwordsfhould chance to bore 
 His hearkening ear, and move a figh, give o'er 
 To fpeak^ and tell him, tell him, that I could no more, 
 
 5' 
 
 If your elegious * breath fhould hap' to roufe 
 
 A happy tear, clofe harb'ring in his eye. 
 Then urge his plighted faith, the facred vows. 
 
 Which neither 1 can break, nor he deny j 
 Bewail the torment of his loyal fpoufe. 
 
 That for his fake would make a (port to die ; 
 O bleiled virgins, how my palTion tires 
 Beneath the burden of her fond defires ! f fires ! 
 Heav'n never (hot fuch flames, earth never felt fuch 
 
 * EUgioui j i. c» plaintive or complaining. 
 
 S. AU-. 
 
BookV. emblems. 195 
 
 S. AUGUST. Med. Cap. xl. 
 
 Uljat jhall I fay P what Jlmll I do P whither Jhall I 
 go ? whsre Jhall I Jeek him ? or when Jhall I find him P 
 whom jhall I ajk ? ivho will tell my Beloved^ that I am 
 Jick of love P 
 
 GU LI EL. in Cap. v. Cant. 
 
 I live y hut not I : it is my BeLved that liveth in me : 
 I love msjclf^ not with my own Icve^ but with the love of 
 my Bekved that loveth me : J love not myfelf in rnyfelj\ 
 but myfelf in bim^ and hi?n in me* 
 
 EPIG. I. 
 
 Grieve not, my foul, nor kt thy love wax fainf : 
 Weep'il: thou to lofe the caufe of thy complaint ? 
 He'll come; love ne'er was bound to times nor laws : 
 Till thenj thy tears complain without a caufe. 
 
 R 2 Can- 
 
196 EMBLEMS, Book V, 
 
 II. 
 
 C A N T I C L E S ii. 5. 
 
 Stay me withjlowers *, and comfort me with apples j for 
 lamfick of love. 
 
 O Tyrant love ! how doth thy fov'relgn pow'f 
 Subject poor fouls to thy imperious thrall ! 
 They fay, thy cup's compos'd of fweet and four j 
 
 They fay, thy diet's honey mix'd with gall j 
 How conjes it then to pafs, thefe lips of ours 
 Still trade in bitter ; tafte no fweet at all I 
 O tyrant love ! fhall our perpetual toil 
 Ne'er find a fabbath to refrefh a while [fmile ? 
 Our drooping fouls \ art thou all frowns, and ne'er a 
 
 2. 
 
 You blefTed maids of honour, that frequent 
 The royal courts of our renown'd Jehove, 
 With flovv'rs reftore my fpirits faint and fpent; 
 O fetch me apples from love's fruitful grove. 
 To cool my palate, and renew my fcent. 
 For I am fick, for I am fick of love : 
 
 Thefe will revive my dry, my wafted pow'rs. 
 And they will fweeten my unfav'ry hours ; 
 Refrefh me then with fruit, and comfort me with 
 
 [flow'rs. 
 
 • The word, In our modern bibles, hfa^ons. 
 
 O bring 
 
B.V.^W..^ 
 
 Cant 2 
 
 -'•5 
 
BookV, emblem S. 197 
 
 3- 
 
 O bring me apples to affwage that fire. 
 
 Which, ^tna-like, inflames my flaming breaft ; 
 Nor is it ev'ry apple I defire. 
 
 Nor that which pL-afes ev'ry palate beft : 
 'Tis not the lafting ceuzan * 1 require. 
 
 Nor yet the rcd-cheeic'd queening* 1 requeft : 
 Nor that which iirft befbrew'd f the name of wife. 
 Nor that whofe beauty caus'd the golden ftrife j 
 No, no, bring me an apple from the tree of life, 
 
 4- 
 Virgins, tuck up your filken lap?, and fill ye 
 With the fair wealth of flora's magazine ; 
 The purple -/ioiet, and the pale-face'd lily : 
 
 Trse panfy and the organ colombine ; 
 Thhe flowering thyme, the gilt-bowl daifcdilly ; 
 The lowly pink, the lofty eglantine : 
 
 The biuCiing lofe, the queen of flow'rs, and bed 
 
 Of Flora's beauty ; but, above the refl", [brealh 
 
 Let Jefle's X fov'reign flow'r perfume my qualming 
 
 5- 
 Hade, virgins, hafle, for I lie weak, and faint 
 
 Beneath the pangs oi" love ; why fcand ye mute. 
 As if your filence neither care'd to grant. 
 
 Nor yet your language to deny my fuit ? 
 No key can lock the door of my complaint. 
 Until I fmeli this flovv'r, or tafte that fruit. 
 
 Go, virgins, feek this tree, and fearch that bow'r; 
 O how my foui fhall blefs that happy hour. 
 That brings to me fuch fruit, that brings me fuch a 
 
 [flow'r ! 
 
 * DiuxaK, queemngi names of different forts of apples. 
 
 •f Bejh,-eivd\ i, e. curfed. 
 
 X Jtj}'am\nt\ itiluding to Ckiift, the S:>n of '^(JJ'e. 
 
 R 3 GISTEN. 
 
198 E M B L E M S. BookV. 
 
 GISTEN. in Cap. ii. Cant. Expof. 3. 
 
 O happy fichnefs^ where the infirmity is not to death^ 
 hut to life^ that God may be glorified by it ! O happy 
 fever ^ that proceedeth not from a conjuming^ but a cal- 
 cining fire. ! O happy dijhmper, wherein the foul relijhetb 
 no earthly things^ but only favoureth divine nourijh- 
 meat / 
 
 S. BERN. Serm. li. in Cant. 
 
 By flowers^ underfland faith ; by firuit^ good works : 
 As the flower or hlojfom is before the fruity fo is faith 
 before good works : fo neither is the fruit without the 
 flower y nor good works without faith. 
 
 EPIG. 2. 
 
 tVhy apples, O my foul ? can they remove 
 The pains of grief, or eafe the flames of love ? 
 It was that fruit which gave the firft offence : 
 That fent him hither 3 that remcv'd him hence. 
 
 Canticle* 
 
^X.Uml. 
 
 Cant : a .16. 
 
BookV. emblems. igg. 
 
 III. 
 Canticles ii. 16. 
 
 My beloved is mine^ and I am his j he feedeth among the 
 
 lilies^ 
 
 I. 
 
 EV'N like two little bank-dividing brooks, 
 Thatwafh the pebbles with their wanton ftreams^ 
 And having range'd and fearch'd a thoufand nooks> 
 Meet both at length in filver-breafted Thames, 
 Where in a greater current they conjoin : 
 So I my beft beloved's am, fo he is mine^ 
 
 2. 
 
 Ev'n fo we met ; and, after long purfuit, 
 Ev'n fo we join'd, we both became entire^ 
 
 No need for either to renew a fuit, 
 
 For I was ilax, and he was flames of fire. 
 Our firm united fouls did more than twine: 
 
 So I my beil beloved's am 5 fo he is mine. 
 
 If all thofe glittering monarchs that command 
 The fervile quarters of this earthly ball. 
 
 Should tender, in exchange, their {hares cf land, 
 I would not change my fortunes * for them alf : 
 Their wealth is but a counter to my coin ; 
 
 The world's but theirs : but my Beloved's mine. 
 
 ■^ All copies read it, fortune^ 
 
 Nay^ 
 
200 EMBLEMS. BookV, 
 
 . ^' . 
 Nay, more ; if the fair Thefpian ladies all 
 
 Should heap together th^^jr diviner treafure, 
 That treafure Hiould be tlefij 'd a price too (mall 
 
 To buy a minute's leafe of h?'f :-'iy pieafure ; 
 'Tis not the facred wealth cf ill the Nine 
 Can buy my heart from him, or his from being mine. 
 
 .5- 
 
 Nor time, nor place, nor chance*, nor death can bow 
 My leaft defires unto the leail remove : 
 
 He's firmly mine, b>/- oath ; I his, by vow : 
 He's mine, by faith ; und 1 am his, by love : 
 He's mine, by water ; I am his, by wine : 
 
 Thus I my belt beloved's am ; :hus he is mine, 
 
 6. 
 
 He is mine altar ; I, his holy place : 
 I am his gueil: ; and he my living food : 
 
 I'm his, by penitenee; he mine, by grace: 
 I'm his, by purchafe ; he is mine, by blood : 
 He's my fupporting elm ; and 1 his vine : 
 
 Thus I my beft beloved's am ^ thus he is mine. 
 
 7- 
 He gives me wealth ; I give him all my vows : 
 
 I give him fongs ; he gives me length of days : 
 With vreaths of grace he crowns my conqu'ring brows J 
 And I his temples with a crov/n of praife. 
 Which he accepts : an everlafting fign. 
 That I my befl beloved's am ; that he is mine. 
 
 * In all editions, the author's word is ci!c:r:ce, 
 
 S. AU- 
 
BookV. emblems. aoi 
 
 S.AUGUST. Manu, Cap. xxir. 
 
 O my foul, ft amp' d with the image of thy God, love 
 him, of whmi thou art fo much beloved : bend to him^ 
 that bendeth to thee ; \eek him^ that feeketh thee : love the 
 lover, by ivhcfe love thou art prevented ; begin the caufe 
 cfthy love : b' careful with thofe that are careful, want 
 zvith thofe that wa?it ; be clean with the clean, and holy 
 with the holy : chufe this friend above all friends, who^ 
 when all are taken a"A)ay, remaineth only faithful to thee : 
 in the day of thy hrid, ivhen all leave thee, he will not 
 deceive thee, but d. und thee from the roaring lions pre" 
 pared for their prey. 
 
 EPIG. 3. 
 
 Sing, Hymen, to my foul : what, loft and found ? 
 Welcome'd, efpous'd, enjoy'd fo foon, and crownM ! 
 He did but climb the crofs, and then came down 
 To th* gates of hell ^ triumph'd, and fetch'd a crown. 
 
 Canticl es 
 
202 EMBLEMS. Book V. 
 
 IV. 
 Canticles vii. lo. 
 
 / am my beloved' s^ and his deftre is towards me* 
 
 LI KE to the ar£lic needle, that doth guide 
 The wand'ring fhade by his magnetic powV, 
 And leaves his filken gnomon to decide 
 
 The queftion of the controverted hour, 
 Firft frantics up and dou^n from fide to fide. 
 And, reftlefs, beats his cryftal'd iv'ry cafe. 
 With vain impatience jets * from place to place. 
 And feeks the bofom of his frozen bride. 
 
 At length he flacks his motion, and doth reft 
 His trembling point at his bright pole's beloved breaft, 
 
 2. 
 
 Ev'n ^o my foul, being hurry'd here and there. 
 
 By ev'ry objecSl that prefents delight. 
 Fain would be fettled, but fhe knows not where; 
 She likes at morning what fhe loathes at night : 
 She bows to honor ; then fhe lends an ear 
 
 To that fweet fwan-like voice of dying pleafure. 
 
 Then tumbles in the fcatter'd heaps of treafure ; 
 
 Now flatter'd with falfe hope ; now foii'd with fear ; 
 
 Thus finding all the world's delight to be 
 But empty toys, good God ! fhe points alone to thee, 
 
 3. 
 
 But hath the virtue'd f flcel a pow'r to move T 
 
 Or can the untouch'd needle point aright ? 
 Or can my wand'ring thoughts forbear to rove, 
 Unguidcd by the virtue of thy Sp*rit ? 
 * Jdi 3 i. e. hops as a bird, \ Virtue djial-^ i. e, the mariner's 
 needle. /o, , , 
 
 O hath 
 
B Ar ^m/' 4 
 
 Cant; 7.10. 
 
BookV. emblems. 203 
 
 O hath my leaden foul the art t' improve 
 Her waOed talent, and, unrais'd, afpire 
 In this fad moulting time of her defire ? 
 
 Not firft belov'd, have I the pow'r to love ; 
 
 I cannot ftir, but as thou pleafe to move me ; 
 
 Nor can my heart return thee love, until thou love me. 
 
 4- 
 The ftill commandrefs of the filent night 
 
 Borrovi's her beams from her bright brother's eye : 
 His fair afpe(5l fills her {harp horns with light ; 
 
 If he withdraw, her flames are quench'd and die : 
 Ev'n fo the beams of thy enlight'ning Sp'rit, 
 Infus'd and {hot into m.y dark defire. 
 Inflame my thoughts, and fill my foul with fire. 
 That I am ravifh'd with a new delight j 
 
 By if thou {hroud * thy face, my glory fades. 
 And I remain a nothing, all compos'd of fliades. 
 
 5. 
 
 Eternal God I O thou that only art 
 
 The facred fountain of eternal light. 
 And bleflTed loadftone of my better part, 
 
 O thou, my heart's defire, my foul's delight I 
 Heflec^ upon my foul, and touch my heart. 
 
 And then my heart {hall prize no good above thee ; 
 
 And then my foul {hall know thee; knowing, love 
 And then my trembl ing thoughts fhall never fl:art [thee; 
 
 From thy commands, or fwerve the leaft degree. 
 Ox once prefume to move, but as they move in thee. 
 
 '^ Shroud; i, e, hide, 
 
 S. AU. 
 
204 EMBLEMS. BookV, 
 
 S.AUGUST. Med. Cap. W. 
 
 If man can love man with fo intire affeSiton^ that the 
 tine can fcarce brook the other'' s ahjence \ if a bride can 
 he joined to her bridegroom with fo great an ardency 
 cf ?nind, that, for the extremity of hve^ Jhe can enjoy 
 no refl^ nor fuffer his abfence without great anxiety ; 
 with what affeSlion^ with what fervency^ ought the foul^ 
 whom thou haft efpoufed by faith and compaffton^ to love 
 thee her true Gody and glorious bridegroom ! 
 
 EPIG. 4. 
 
 My foul) thy love is dear : 'twas thought a good 
 And eafy pen'worth of thy Saviour's blood : 
 But be not proud ; all matters rightly fcann'd, 
 'Twas over-bought ; 'twas fold at fecond-hande 
 
 Canticles 
 
B .VJ^V7/^,5- 
 
 CatLt.5 6 
 
Book V, E M B L E M S. 205 
 
 Canticles v. 6. 
 My fotd 7neJted wh'ilji ?ny beloved fpake, 
 
 LORD, has the feeble voice of flefh and blood 
 The pow'r to work thine ears inio a flood 
 Of melted mercy ? or the ftreno;th t' unlock 
 The gates of heav'n, and to dilfolve a rocic 
 Of marble clouds into a morning fho'A''r f 
 Or hath the breath of vvhining duft the pow'r 
 To llop or fnatch a falling thunderbolt 
 From tiiy fierce hand, and make thy haiid revolt 
 From refolute confullon, and, inf^ead 
 Of vials, pour fill blefiings on our head ? 
 Or fiuall the waius of famillvd ravens cry. 
 And move thy mercy to a quick fupply P 
 Or faiili the filent fuits of drooping flovv'rs 
 Woo thee for drops, and be refreih'd with fhovvVs ? 
 /\ids ! what marvel then, great God, what wonder. 
 If tiiy hell-roufing voice, that fplics in fundcr 
 'V\\^ braien portals of eternal death ; 
 What wonder if that life-reilorin:^ breath 
 Which dragg'd me from th' infernal fhades of nio^ht^ 
 Should melt m.y ravifli'd foul with o'er-delight ? 
 O caii my frozen gutters choofe but run, 
 7 "hat feel the warmth of fuch a glorious fun ? 
 IMethinks his language, like a flaming arrow. 
 Doth pierce my bones^ and melts their wounded mar- 
 
 [row. 
 
 Vol. I. FN^ 61 S Thv 
 
2o6 E M B L E M S. Book V. 
 
 Thy flames, O Cupid (though the joyful heart 
 Feels neither tang of grief, nor fears the fniart 
 Of jealous doubts, but drunk with full defires). 
 Are torments, weigh'd with thefe celelHal fires 3 
 Pleafures that raviih in fo high a meafure, 
 That O I languifii in excefs of pleafure : 
 What ravifh'd heart, that feels thefe melting joys. 
 Would not defpife and loathe the treach'rous toys 
 Of dunghill earth ? what foul would not be proud 
 Of wry-mouth'd fcorns, the worft that flefh and bloo'd 
 Had rancour to devife ? who would not bear 
 The world's derifion with a thankful ear ? 
 What palate would refufe full bowls of fpite. 
 To gain a minute's tafte of fuch delight? 
 Great fpring of light, in whom there is no fhade. 
 But what my interpofed fins have made.; 
 Whofe marrow-melting fires admit no fcreen 
 But what my ow^n rebellions put between 
 Their precious flames and my obdurate ear; 
 Difperfe this plague-diiiilling cloud, and clear 
 My mungy foul mto a glorious day : 
 Tranlplant this Ccrtcn^ remove this bar away; 
 Then, then my fluent foul fliail feel the fires 
 Of thy fwcet voice, and my diirolv'd defires 
 Shall turn a fov' reign balfam, to make whole 
 Thofe wourJs my iins inflicted on thy foul. 
 
 AU. 
 
Book v.. EMBLEM S. 207 
 
 S.AUGUST. Sollloq. Cap. xxxiv. 
 
 What fire is this, that fo w^fmeih my heart P IVhat 
 fight is thls^ that fo enlighteneth 7ny foul P fire, that 
 a/ways burneth, and nevei^ goeth cut, kindle me : light, 
 which ever flnn^th, and art never darkened, illuminate 
 me. O that I had my heat from thee, mojl hol\ fire ' 
 How fweetly do/} thou burn ! how fecretly dji thou 
 fijine ! how defiredly do'i thou infiame me ! 
 
 S. BONAVENT. Stim. Amorls, Cap. viii. 
 
 It maketh God man, and man God ; things temporal^ 
 eternal', mortal, immortal \ it maketh an enem.y, a friend \ 
 afervant, a fon ; vile ihijigs, glorious \ cold hearts, fiery \ 
 and hard things, liquid. 
 
 EPIG. 5. 
 
 My foul, thy gold is true, but full of drofs ; 
 T;hy Saviour's breath refines thee with (ome lof« : 
 His gentle furnace makes thee pure as true ; 
 Thou muft.be melted ere th' art caft anew. ^ 
 
 S Z PsAtM 
 
2o8 E M B L E M S. Book V, 
 
 VI. 
 
 P s A L f.i Ixxiii. 25. 
 
 //■7y0?n ha'-JS I in heaven but thee j and what define I :•- 
 
 emth in rej'pe5l of thee f 
 
 I. 
 
 I LOVE (and have feme caufe to love) the earth ; 
 She is ray Maker's creature; therefore good; 
 She is my mother, for fhe gave me birth : 
 She is my tender nurfe ; fhe gives me food : 
 
 But what's a creature, Lord, compare'd with thee ? 
 Or what's my mother, or my nurfe, to me f 
 
 2. 
 
 I love the air \ her dainty fwects refrefli' 
 My drooping foul, and to new fweets invite me ; 
 Her {hrill-mouth'd choirs fuflain me with their flefli^ 
 And with their Polyphonian * notes delight me : 
 But what's the air, or all the fwects, that fhe 
 Can blefs my ibul withal, compare'd to thee f 
 
 3- 
 I love the fea ; fhe is my fellow-creature, 
 My careful purveyor f ; flie provides me (lore : 
 She walls me round ; fhe makes my diet greater 5. 
 She wafts my treafure from a foreign fhore : 
 
 But, Lord of oceans,, when compare'd with thee^ 
 What is the ocean,, or her wealthy to me I 
 
 • Polyphon'um -^ i, e. many-founding, 
 i, f, orosidePi 
 
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 4- 
 To heav'o's high city I direcl my journevj 
 Whofe fpaiigifd fuburhsventertain my eye; 
 Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney, 
 Tranfcends the cryflal pavement of the fky : 
 
 But what is heav'n, great God, compate'd to thee? 
 ■ Without thy prefence, heaven's no heav'n to me^. 
 
 Without thy prefence, earth gives no refection * ; 
 
 Without thy prefence, fea affords no treafure j 
 
 Without thy prefence, air's a rank infe6lion ; 
 
 Without thy prefence, heav'n itfelf's no pleafure: 
 If not pofTefs'd, if not enjoy 'd in thee. 
 What's earth, or fea, or air, or heav'n, to me? 
 6. 
 
 The higheft honors that the world can boaft 
 
 Are fubjecls far too low for my dellre; 
 
 Its brighteft beams of glory are (at moft) 
 
 But dymg fparkles of tiiy living fire ; 
 
 The proudeft flames, th^^t earth can kindle, bf» 
 But nightly glow-worms, if eompare'd to thee. 
 
 7- 
 "Without thy prefence, wealth are bags, of cares ; 
 
 Wifdom, but folly : joy ; difquiet, fadnefs ; 
 
 Friendfhip is treafon ; and delights are fn^ires : 
 
 Pieafures, but pain ; and mirth, but pleafing madnef? ? 
 
 Without thee. Lord,, things be not what they be, 
 
 Nor have their being, when compare'd with thee. 
 
 8. 
 
 In having all things, and not thee, what have I ? 
 
 Not having thee, wha: have my labors ^ot ? 
 
 Let me enjoy but thee, what farther crave I ^ 
 
 And having thee alone, what have I not ? 
 I wifli nor fea, nor land j nor would I be 
 PoiTeft of heav'n, heav'n unpoHeft of thee. 
 ♦ JJ/t-ifTfcnj i. e»r«frcfliaiejiU S3. BO^ 
 
210 E M B L E M S. Book V, 
 
 BONAVENT. Soliloq. Cap. i. 
 
 JIas / ?}iy God^ now I undcrjland {but hlujh to con- 
 fefs)y that the beauty of thy creatures hath deceived mine 
 eyesy and I have not obferued that thou art more amiable 
 than all the creatures ; to which thou haft communicated- 
 hut one drop of thy ineftimahle beauty : for who hath ad- 
 orned, the heavens with flars ? who hath flored the air- 
 with fowly the waters with fifi^ the earth with plants, 
 end flowers ? But what are all thefe^ but afmall fpark of 
 divine beauty / 
 
 ' S. C H R Y S. Horn. v. in Ep. ad Rom. 
 
 In having nothings I have all things ; becaufe I have 
 Ckrifl. Having therefore all thi*igs in bim^ I feek no.- 
 tthir reward 3 for he is the univerfal reward. 
 
 EPIG. 6. 
 Who would not throw his better thoughts about bim^ 
 And fcorn this drois within him ; that, without him ? 
 Caft up, my ibul, thy clearer eye ; behold. 
 If thou be fully melcedj there's the mould. 
 
 PsAi.M 
 
i:n,/' 7 
 
 Pfftlin. 130.5 
 
Book Y. EMBLEMS. ai.T 
 
 VIL 
 Psalm cxx. 5. 
 
 TVoe isme^ that I remain in Mefech^ and dwell in the 
 t£nts of Kedar /' 
 
 TS nature's courfe diiTolvM ? doth time's glafs ftarrd? 
 Or hath Tome froHck heart fet back the hand 
 Of fate's perpetual clock ? will *t never ftrike \ 
 Is crazy time grown lazy, faint, or fick. 
 With very age? or hath that great pair-royal 
 Of adamantine fiflers late made trial 
 Of fome new trade ? Shall mortal hearts grow old' 
 In forrovv f Shall my weary arms infold 
 And underprop my panting fides for ever? 
 Is there no charitable hand will fever 
 JVly v/ell-fpun thread, that my imprifon'd fouL 
 May be deliver'd from this dull, dark hole 
 Of dungeon flefh ? O (hall I, fhall I never 
 Be ranfom'd, but remain a flave for ever ? 
 It is the lot of man but once-io die; 
 But, ere that death, how many deaths have I ( 
 What hum^an madnefs makes the world afraid 
 To entettain heav'n's joys,, becaufe convey'd 
 By th' hand of death ? will nakednefs refufe 
 Rich change of robes, becaufe the man's not fpruce 
 That brought them ? or will poverty fend back 
 Full bags of gold,, becaufe the bringer's black? 
 Life is a bubble, blown with whining breaths^ 
 Fill'd with (he torment of a thoufand deaths ; 
 Which, being prick'd by death (which death deprives 
 One life), prefents the foul a thoufand lives : 
 
 2 O frantick 
 
212. E M B L E M S. Book v. 
 
 O frantick mortal, how hath earth bewitch'd 
 
 Thy bedlam foul, which hath Co fondly pitch'd 
 
 Upon her falfe delights ! delights that ceafe 
 
 Before enjoyment finds a time to pleife : 
 
 Her fickle joys breed doubtful fears ; her fears 
 
 Bring hopeful griefs ; her griefs weep fearful tears ; 
 
 Tears coin deceitful hopes ; hopes, careful doubt,. 
 
 And furly paffion joftles pa^Tion out ; 
 
 To-day we pamper with a full repaft 
 
 Of lavifh mirth ; at night, v/e weep as fafl : 
 
 To-night, we fwim in wealth, and lend ; to-morrow,, 
 
 We fink in want, and find no friend to borrow. 
 
 In what a climate doth my foul refide ! ? 
 
 Where pale-faceM murder, the firft-born of pride. 
 
 Sets up her kingdom in the very fmiles, 
 
 And plighted faiths, of men like crocodiles : 
 
 A landj where each embroider'd fattin word 
 
 Is linc'd with fraud ; where iV4ars his hiwlefs fword 
 
 Exiles Aftraea's balance; where that hand 
 
 Now flays his brother, that new-fow'd his land i 
 
 O that my days of bondage would expire 
 
 In this lewd foil I Lord, how my foul's on fire 
 
 To be difiblv'd, that I might once obtain 
 
 Thofe long'd-for joys, long'd for fo oft in vain ! 
 
 If, Mofes-l;ke, I may not live pofieil 
 
 Of this fair land ^ Lord^ let me fee't at leafL 
 
 s. Ay- 
 
BookV. E MB L EM S.. 2:131 
 
 S. AUGUST.Soliloq. Cap. xli. 
 
 Aly life is a frail life y a corruptible life ; a life^ 
 which, the more it increiifcth^ ihe nnre it decrecijeth : the 
 farther it gceth, the. nearer it _ cometh to death. A de- 
 ceitful life^ and, like a Jhadouu, full of the fnares of 
 death : rioiv I rejoice^ now 1 languijh, now I fiourijh-^ 
 new infirm, now I live, and Jl rait I die \ now I jetm 
 happy, akvays niiferalle ; now I laujh ; now I weep : 
 thus all things are fo fuhje^ to. mutability, that nothing 
 continueth an hour in one e/late, joy above joy, ex^ 
 ceeding all joy ^ without which there is no joy I when Jhall 
 1 enter into theCy that I may. fee my God that dwelkth in 
 thee f 
 
 EPIG. 7. 
 
 Art thou fo weak ? O canft thou not digeft. 
 
 An hour of travail for a night of reft ? 
 
 Chear up, my foul ; call home thy fp'rits, and bear 
 
 One bad Good-Friday j fuU-mouth'd Eafter's near^ 
 
 RcM* 
 
2ii.> EMBLEM S. Book V. 
 
 vin. 
 
 Rom. vii., 24., 
 
 wretched man that I am ! who /hall deliver me from 
 the body of this death P 
 
 BEhold thy darling, which thy luflfull care 
 Pampers, for which thy reftlefs thoughts prepare 
 Such early cares -, for v/hom thy bubbling brow 
 So often fweats, arid bankrupt eyes do owe 
 Such midnight fcores to nature, for whofe fake 
 Bafe earth is fainted, the infernal lake. 
 Unfear'd, the crown of glory poorly rated : 
 Thy God negledledj.and. thy brother hated;, 
 Behold thy darling, whom thy. foul affe6ls 
 So dearly ; whom thy fond indulgence deeks 
 And puppets up in foft, in filken Weeds-: 
 Behold the darling, whom thy fond nefs feeds 
 With far-fetch'd delicates, the dear-bought gains. 
 Of ill-fpent time, the price of half thy pains : 
 Behold thy darling,, who, when clad by thee, 
 Derides thy nakednefs; and, when moil free,. 
 Proclaims- her lover flave 5. and, being fed' 
 Moft full- then ftrikes th'indulgent feeder dead. 
 What mean'fl thou thus, my poor deluded foul,. 
 To love fo fon<31y ? can the burning coal , 
 Of thy affedlion laft without the fuel 
 Of counter-love ? Is thy compeer fo cruel, . 
 And thou fo kind to love, unlov'd again ? 
 Canft thou fow favors, and thus reap difdain ? 
 
 Remembe^ 
 
-B N Ji:m/r. 6> 
 
 Horn: 7.24 
 
BookV. emblems. 215 
 
 Remember, O remember thou art born 
 Of royal blood ; remember, thou art fworn 
 A maid of 1 onor in the court of heav'n ; 
 Remember, what a coftly price was giv'n 
 To ranfom thee from flav'ry thou wert in : 
 And wilt thou now, my foul, turn flave again ? 
 The fon and heir to heav'n's Tri-une J E H O V E 
 Would fain become a fuitor for thy love; 
 And offers for thy dow'r * his Father's throne, 
 To fit for feraphims to gaze upon ; 
 He'll give thee honor, pleafure, wealth, and things 
 Tranfcending far the majefty of kings : 
 And wilt thou proftrate to the odious charms 
 Of this bafe fcuUion ? fliall his hollow arms 
 Hug thy foft fides ? Shall thefe coarfe hands untie 
 The facred zone of thy virginity ? 
 For fbame, degen'rous foul, let thy defire 
 Be quicken'd up with more heroic fire ? 
 Be wifely proud, let thy ambitious eye 
 ■Read nobler objects ; let thy thoughts defy 
 Such am'rous bafenefs ; let thy foul difdain 
 Th' ignoble proffers of fo bafe a fwain ; 
 Or if thy vows be paft, and Hymen's bands 
 Have ceremony'd your unequal hands. 
 Annul, at leaft avoid, thy lawlefs a6l 
 With infufiiciency, or precontradt : 
 Or if the act be good, yet may'ft thou plead 
 A fecond freedom ; for the flefh is dead. 
 
 •"' D<nver] i, e, jointure, or portion. 
 
 NAZIAN2?. 
 
:2i'6 EMBLEM S. Book V. 
 
 NAZI AN Z. Orat. xvi. 
 
 How I am joined to this hody^ I know not ; which^ 
 when it is healthful^ provoketh ?ne to ivar j and^ being 
 damaged by war, ajfeSieth ?ne zuith grief: which I 
 both love as a felUw-jervant, ^nd hat-e as an utter 
 enemy. It is a pleafant foe^ and a perfidious friend. 
 O Ji range ' conjiinhion ond al'enaiion I what I fear, I 
 embrace', and what I love, I am afraid of : before J 
 make war, I am reconciled; before I enjoy peace, I am 
 at variance. 
 
 EPIG. 8. 
 
 What need that houfebedaub'd with flefli and blood f 
 Flang'd round with filks and gold ? repair'd with food ^. 
 Coft idly ipent ! that coil: doth but prolong 
 Til y thraldom. Fool, thou malce^it thy gaol too flron^v 
 
 Philip- 
 
R V Km/' 
 
 
 ^r^^ 
 
 piiii.1.23 
 
BooitV. EMBLEMS. 217 
 
 IX. 
 
 P H IL I r p I A Ns i. 23. 
 
 / am in a flrah betzveen two^ having a defire to he dif- 
 foivedy and to he ivith Cbriji, 
 
 I. 
 
 WHAT meant our careful parents. To to wear 
 And laviih out their ill-extended hours. 
 To purchafe for us large poileffions here. 
 
 Which (tho' unpurchas'd) are too truly ours ? 
 What meant they, ah ! what meant they to endure 
 Such loads of needle fs labour, to procure 
 And make that thing our own, which was our own to'^ 
 
 [fure? 
 2. 
 What mean thefe liv'ries * and j^ofTefHye keys ? 
 
 What mean thefe bargains, and thefe needlefs fales ? 
 What need thefe jealous, thefe fafpicious ways. 
 Of law-devis'd and law-difiblv'd entails ? 
 
 No need to fweat for gold, wherewith to buy 
 Eftates of high-prize'd L-:nd ; no need to tie 
 Earth to their heirs, were they but clog2:'d with earth. 
 
 [as L 
 
 3- 
 
 O were their fouls but cloggM with earth, as L 
 
 They would not purchafe with fo fait an itch ; 
 They would not take of alms, what now they buy ; 
 Nor call him happy, whom the world counts rich; 
 Thevwould not take fuchpains. projc6t and prog. 
 To charge their fhoulders with fo ^reat a loo- : 
 
 o to t3 
 
 Who hath the greater lands, hath but the greater clog. 
 
 • Lii'fries] a law-term, expreffiv? of legal conveyance :f an eftate. 
 
 Vol. I. [No 7] ' T lean. 
 
2i8 E M B L E M S. Book V. 
 
 . 4- 
 I cannot do an a6l which earth difdalns not ; 
 
 I cannot think a thought which earth corrupts not j 
 I cannot fpeak a word which earth profanes not 3 
 ' i cannot make a vow earth interrupts not : 
 
 Jf I but ofler up an early groan, [throne. 
 
 Or fpread my wings to heaven's long long'd-for 
 
 Shedarkens my complaint, and drags myoft\ingdov/n. 
 
 5- 
 Ev'n like the hawk (whofe keeper's wary hands 
 
 Have made a prisoner to her weath'ring ftock^, 
 
 Forfrettinp- quite the pow*r of her faft bands, 
 
 Makes a rank-bate* from her foriaken block ; 
 
 But her too faithful leafh f doth foon retain 
 
 Her broken flight, attempted o!"t in vain j 
 
 It gives her loins a twitch, and tugs her back again, 
 
 6. 
 So, when my foul dito6ts her better eye 
 
 To heaven's bright palace, where my treafure lies, 
 I fpread my willing wings, but cannot fly ; 
 Earth hales me down, I cannot, cannot rife : 
 When I but Ri'ivq to mount the leaft degree. 
 Earth gives a jerk, and foils me on my knee ; 
 Lord, how my foul is rack'd betwixt the world and thee I 
 
 7- 
 Great God ! I fpread my feeble wings in vain j 
 
 In vain I ofTer my extended hands : 
 I cannot mount till thou unlink my chain : 
 I cannot come till thou releafe my bands : 
 
 Which if thou pleafe to break, and then fupply 
 My wings with fpirit, th' eagle fhall not fly 
 A pitch that's half fo fair, nor half fo fwift as I. 
 
 » Rank'bati ; i. e, a ftrong fpr'ng for flight. ■[ Leafh) i. e. tbonrf 
 by which fhc IS faftctt'U lu her ft«ck or perch, 
 
 S. BO- 
 
BookV. emblems. 219 
 
 S. BONAVENT. Soliloq. Cap. I 
 
 Ah f fivcet J^fuSj pierce the marrow of my foul with 
 the healthful Jhafts of thy love^ that it may truly burn and 
 melt and languijh with the only defire of thee \ that it may 
 d^fue to be difjUved^ and to be with thee : let it hunger 
 alone for the bread of life : let it thirfl after thee, the 
 fpring and fountain of eternal light, the fir earn of true 
 plecfure : let it always defire thee^feek theey and find thee^ 
 und fxQtetly r^fl in thee. 
 
 EPIG. 9. 
 
 What, will thy Hiackles neither loofe nor break ? 
 Are they too ftrong, or is thine arm too weak ? 
 Art v/ill prevail where knotty flrcngth denies ) 
 My foul J there*s aqua-foitis in thine eyes. 
 
 T 2 Psalm 
 
220 EMBLEM S. Book V, 
 
 Psalm cxlii. 7. 
 
 Bring my foul out of prijon, that I may fra'ife thy 
 name. 
 
 MY foul is like a bird ; my ilefli the cage, 
 Wherein (he wears her weary pilgrimage 
 Of hours, as few as evil, daily fed 
 With facrej wine, and facramcntal bread j 
 "The key;; that lock her in, and let her out. 
 Are birth and death ; 'tvv'ixt both, fhe hops about 
 From perch to perch, from fenfe to reafon ; then. 
 From higher reafon, down to fenfe again : 
 From fenfe fhe climbs to faith ; where, for a feafon. 
 She fits and lings ; then down again to reafon : 
 From reafon, back to faith ; and ftrait, from thence. 
 She rudely flutters to the perch of knk : 
 From fenfe, to hope 5 then hops from hope to doubt j 
 From doubt, to dull defpair ; there feeks about 
 For defpVate freedom, and, at ev'ry grate. 
 She wildly thrufts, and begs th' untimely date 
 Of th' unexpire'd thraldom, to releafe 
 Th'afflidied captive, that can find no peace. 
 Thus am I coop'd ; within this nefhly cage 
 ] v*^ear my youth, and wade my weary age. 
 Spending that breath, which was ordain*d to chant 
 Heav'ji's praifes forth, in fighs and fad complaint: 
 Whilll:' happier birds can fpread their nimble wing 
 From ihrubs to cedars, and there chirp and fing*. 
 In choice of raptures, the harmonious ftory 
 Of man's redemption^ and his Maker's glory. 
 
 You 
 
Y^y j'jm/ fi 
 
 '^S^^^^ 
 
 Pfahix 1.4.2 7 
 
BookV. E M B L E M S. 221 
 
 You glorious martyrs, you illuflrious troops. 
 That once were cloifter'd in your ficflily coops 
 As fail as I, what rhet'ric had your tongues I 
 What dextrous art had your elegiac fon^is ! 
 What Paul-like pow'r had your admire'd devotion 1 
 What fhackle-breaking fairh infus'd fuch motion ' 
 To your ftron^ {^ray'r, that could obtam the boon * 
 To be enlart:e*d ; to be uncage'd fo foon ! 
 Whilfl: I, poor 1, can fing my daily tears. 
 Grown old in bondage, and can find no cars : 
 You great partakers of eternal glory. 
 That, with your heav'n-prcvailing oratory^ 
 ReleasM your fjuls from your terreftrial cage. 
 Permit the palTion of my holy rage 
 To recommer.d my forrows, dearly known 
 To you, in days of old, -and once your own. 
 To your beil thoughts (but oh, 't doth not befit ye 
 To move your pray'rs ; you love joy, not pity) : 
 Great Lord of fouls, to whom fhouid pris'ners f^yy 
 But thee ? thou hadil a cage as well as I ^ 
 And, for my fake, thy pleafure was to kno'^ 
 The forrows that it brought, and fek'ft them too: 
 O fet me frQe, and I will fpend thofedays, 
 Which now 1 v/afte in begging, in thy praile, 
 
 * JB:c?i: 1. e. thsdefired Uvouvk 
 
 AN. 
 
222 E M B L. E M S. BookV. 
 
 A N S-E L M. in Protolog. Cap. i. 
 
 mljerahlc condition of mankind^ that has- hji that for 
 whi-h he was created ! Alas I what hath he loft ? and 
 what hath' he found ? He hath loft happmefsy for which 
 he w:i5 ?t:ade ; and found mifery^ for which he was not 
 7nade. What is gone P and what is left f That thing is 
 gone^ without which he is unhappy : that thing is lefty 
 by which he is miferable. O wretched men ! from whence 
 are tve expelled^? to what are we impelled? ^Vhcnce are 
 zve thrown ? and whither are ive hurried P From our 
 home^ into hanijhment ; from the Jighi of God^ i^.t^ cur 
 own blindnefs ; fom the pkcjure of irmnortality ^ to the 
 bitter nefs of death. Miferable change ! from how great 
 a good., to how great an evil ! Ah me ! what have J en- 
 terprij'ed f what have I dene P. whither did I go P whi^ 
 ihtr am I come P 
 
 EPIG, 10. 
 Paul's midnight voice prevailed ; his m"u/ic*s thunder 
 
 Unhiiige'd the prifon- doors, fplit bolts in funder : 
 And fitt'ft thou here, and hang'ft the feeble wing 
 And whinc'it to be enlarge'd ? Soul, lq.ani to fing. 
 
 P^S A L M 
 
B A' E,„l 
 
 PraW 42 .1 
 
BockV. emblems. 223 
 
 XT. 
 
 Psalm xlii. i. 
 
 As the hart panteth after the water-hrooks^ fi paHteih 
 myfiul after thee^ GotL 
 
 HOW {liall my tongue exprefs that hallow'd fire 
 Which heav'n hath kindled in my ravifh'd heart f 
 What mufe fhallT invoke, that will infpire 
 
 Aly lowly quill to adl a lofty part ? 
 What art fhall 1 devife, t' exprefs defire 
 Too intricate to be exprefs 'd by art ? 
 Let all the Nine be filent ; I refufe 
 Their aid in thib high tafk ; for they abufe 
 T::? flames of love too niuch : affiftme, David's mufe.. 
 
 2. 
 
 Not as the thirfty foil defires foft fhow'rs. 
 
 To quicken and refrefii her embryon grain* y 
 Nor as the drooping crefts of fading flow'rs 
 
 Pvequeft the bounty of a morning rain. 
 Do I defire my God : Thefe, in few hours, 
 Re-wifh what late their wifhe.s did obtain ;. 
 But as the fwift-foot hart doth wounded fly 
 To th' much-defired f}:reams, ev'n fo do I 
 Pant after thee my God, whom I muft find, or die,. 
 
 ♦ Embtycn ^i-ain) i. e. feed in the earth not come up. 
 
 Before 
 
224 EMBLEMS. Book V. 
 
 3- 
 
 Before a pack of deep-mouth*d lufls T flee ; 
 
 O, they have fingied out my panting heart : 
 And wanton Cupid, fitting in a tree. 
 
 Hath pierce'd my bofom with a flaming dart ; 
 My foul, being fpent, for refuge leeics to thee, 
 But cannot tind where thou my refuge art : 
 Like as the fwift-foot hart doth wounded fly 
 To the defired {Ireams, ev'n fo do I 
 Pant after thee, my God, whom 1 muft find, or die. 
 
 4- 
 At length, by flight, I overwent the pack ; 
 
 Thou drew*fi: the wanton dart from out my wound ; 
 The blood that follow'd, left a purple track, 
 
 Which brought a ferpent, but in fii^pe a hound ; 
 We flrove, he bit me ; but thou brake^li his back, 
 
 I left him grov*ling on th'envenom'd ground : 
 But as the ferpent-bitten hart doth fly 
 
 ^ To the long long'd-for flreams, ev'n fo do I 
 Pant after thee, my God, whom I mull: find, or die» 
 
 5- 
 If lufl fbould chafe my foul, made fwift by fright, 
 Thou art the flream whereto my foul is bound : 
 Or if ajav'iin wound my fides in flight, 
 
 Thou art the ballam that muft cure my wound ; 
 If poifon chant e t'infeft my foul in fight, 
 
 Thou art the treacle that mull make me found : 
 Ev'n as the wounded hart, emboft *, doth fly 
 To th' flreams extremely long'd for, fo do I 
 Pant after thee, my God, whom 1 muR Ri\6, or die. 
 
 '* Emhoji -y i. e. weaned to a foaming : a term of iui-nters. 
 
 2 S.CYRIL. 
 
BuokV. emblems. ^25 
 
 S.CYRIL. Lib. V. in Joh. Cap x. 
 
 O precious zvater ! luhich quenchdh the no'ifom thirfl 
 of this worlds fconreih all thejlalns of firmer s^ that iva- 
 ijrcth the earth of our fouls with heavenly Jhowers^ 
 and bringeth back the thirjly heart of man to his only 
 
 Gat 
 
 S. A UG U S T. Soliloq. Cap. xxxv. 
 
 fountain of life^ and vim of living waters^ when 
 jhill I leave this for faken^ impamle^ arid dry earthy and 
 ta/le il^ waters of thy fweetnejs^ that I may behold thy 
 virtue and thy glory ^ and fake my thirfi with the fir earns 
 of thy mercy ! Lord^ I thirft ; thou art the fpring of life ^ 
 fatisfy me : I thirji^ Lord^ I thirfi after thee the living 
 God! 
 
 EPIG. II. 
 
 The arrow-fmitten hart, deep-wounded, flies 
 To th' fpringSj with water in his weeping eyes : 
 Heav'n is thy fpring : if Satan's fiery dart 
 Pierce thy faint fid^s : do To, my wounded heart. 
 
 F S A L M 
 
224 . £ M B L ,E M S. Book V. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Psalm xlli. 2. 
 Tf'ljenjhall I come and appear before God? 
 
 WHAT is my foul the better, to be tine'd * 
 With holy fire ? what boots f it to be coin'd 
 With heaven's own ftarnp? what Vantage^ can there be 
 To fouls of heav'n-defcended pedigree, 
 IVIore than to beads that grovel ? are not they 
 Fed by th' Almighty's hand ? and ev'ry day, 
 Fill'd with his blefTings too ? Do they not fee 
 God in his creatures, as dire6l as we ? 
 Do they not tafte thee? hear thee? nay, what fenfe 
 Is not partaker of thine excellence ? 
 What more do we ? alas ! what ferves our reafon, 
 But^ like dark lanterns, to accompliih treafon 
 With greater clofenefs ? It affords no light. 
 Brings thee no nearer to our purblind fight: 
 No pleafure rifes up the leafl degree. 
 Great God ! but in the clearer view of thee : 
 What privilege more than fenfe, hath reafon, then? 
 What 'vantage is it to be born a man ? 
 How often hath my patience built, dear Lord, 
 Vain tow*rs of hope upon thy graci jus word ! 
 How often hath thy hope-reviving grace 
 Woo'd my fufpicious eyes to feek thy face I 
 How often have I fought thee ! O how long 
 Hath expedation taught my perfe<St tongue 
 Repeated pray'rs, yet prayVs could ne'er obtain f 
 In vain I leek thee, and 1 beg in vain : 
 
 • Tined-^ i. e, lighted up, -f* Boot: \ i, t, profits, J ^Vantage', 
 i. e^ advantage. 
 
 If 
 
B .Y. J-Jrtd-./2 
 
 PfjJ 
 
 lU }.2.2 
 
BookV. E iVI B L E M S. 227 
 
 tf it be high prefumption to behold 
 Thy face, why didft thou make mine eyes (0 bold 
 To feelc it ? If that objed be too bright 
 For man's afpe*5l, why did thy lips invite 
 Mine eye t*expe6l it ? If it might be feen. 
 Why is this envious curtain drawn between 
 My darken'd eye and it f O tell me, why 
 Thou doft command the thing thou doft deny ? 
 Why doft thou give me fo unprize'd a treafure. 
 And then deny'ft my greedy foul the pleafure 
 To view my gift ? Alas ! that gift is void. 
 And is no gift, that may not be enjoy'd : 
 If thofe refulgent beams of heav'n's great light 
 Gild not the day, what is the day but night ? 
 The drowfy fhepherd lleeps, flowVs droop and fade; 
 1 he birds are fuUen, and the beaft is fad ; 
 But if bright Titan dart his golden ray, 
 And with his riches glorify the day, 
 The jolly fhepherd pipes ; flowVs freflily fpring ; 
 The beafts grow gamefome, and the birds they fino'. 
 Thou art my fun, great God } O when (hall I **' 
 View the full beams of thy meridian eye? 
 Draw, draw this flefhiy curtain, that denies 
 The gracious prefisnce of thy glorious eyes; 
 Or give me faith ; and, by the eye of grace' 
 I fliall behold thee, though not face to face*. 
 
 S. AU- 
 
2^2.3 EMBLEMS. Book V. 
 
 S. AUGUST, in Pfal. xxxix. 
 
 If^o created all things^, is better than all things : who 
 beautified ail thiiigs^ is ?nore beautiful than all things : 
 ivho made Jlrength^ is Jlronger than all things : who made 
 great things^ is greater than all things : whatfoever thou 
 loveli^ he is that to thee : learn to love the workman in his 
 work^ the Creator in his creature. Let not that ivhich 
 was made by him p'jjjefs thee^ lejl thou loje him by whom 
 thy f elf "was made, 
 
 S. AUGUST. Med. Cap. xxxvii. 
 
 O thou moji fweety mofl gracious^ mofl amiable^ moji 
 fair^ when fhall I fee thee ? when Jlmll I be [atisfed with 
 thy beauty ? when wilt thou lead ?nefrom this dark dun* 
 geon^ that I may confefs thy naine ? 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 How art thou (haded, in this veil of night. 
 Behind thy curtain flefh I Thou feeft no light. 
 But what thy pride doth challenge as her own j 
 Thy flefli is high ; foul, take this curtain down. 
 
 P s A L IV! 
 
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 lYaJm . 55 . (i 
 
BookV. emblems. 229 
 
 XIII. 
 
 P S ALM Iv. 6. 
 
 thai I had the wings of a dove, for then I wmld fy 
 
 away and be at rejl, 
 
 I. 
 
 AND am I fv\^o^l a dunghill-flav? for ever 
 To earth's bafe drudg'r\ ? Shall I never find 
 A night of reft r Shall my indentures never 
 Be cancL-ll'd ? Did injurious nature bind 
 Mv foul earth's 'prentice, with no claufe to leave her ? 
 No day of freedom r Alufl: I for ever grind \ 
 O that I had the pinions of a dove, 
 That I might quit my bands, and foar above. 
 And pour my juft complai.nts before the great Jehove I 
 
 2. 
 
 How happy arc the doves, that have the powV, 
 
 Whene'er they pleafe, to fpread their airy wings I 
 Or cloud-dividing eagles, thnt can tow'r 
 
 Above the fcent of thefe inferior things ! 
 How happy is the lark, that Z'^'iy hour 
 
 Leaves earth, and then for joy mounts up and fino-s \ 
 Had my dull foul but wings as v^^ell as they. 
 How I would fpring froTi earth, and clip ^ away, 
 As v/ife Aftrasa did, and fcorn this ball of clay 1 
 
 *• C.'{/>j i, e, fly f'^iftly. 
 
 Vol. I. [N'' 7] U O how 
 
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 3- 
 
 O how niy foul would fpurn this ball of clay. 
 
 And loath the dainties of earth's painful pleafure ! 
 O h^w I'd laugh to fee men night and day 
 , • Turmoil to gain that trafh, they call their treafure I 
 P how I'd ('mile to lee what plots they lay 
 .Vi.To catch a blaft, or own a fmile from Caefar ! 
 Had I the pinions of a mounting dove, 
 How I would foar and fmg, and hate the love 
 Of tranfitory toys, and feed on joys above ! 
 
 • ' ■ • 4- 
 
 There fliould I find that evcrlafling pleafure, 
 
 Which change removes not, and which chance pre- 
 
 There fliould t nnd thateverlaftingtreafure [vents not; 
 
 Which force deprives not, fortune difaugments • 
 
 There fliould I find that everlafting Caefar, [not; - 
 
 V/hofe hand recalls not, and whofe heart repents 
 
 Had I the pinions of a clipping dove, [not ; 
 
 How I Vi^ould climb the fliies, and hate the love 
 
 Of traiifitory toys, and joy in things above ! 
 
 5- 
 No rank-mouth'd flandsr there fliall give ofFence, 
 Or blaft our bloomi g names, as here they do; 
 Mo liver-fcdding luft fliall there inccnfe 
 
 Our boiling veins ; there is no Cupid*s bow: 
 Lord, give my foul the milk-white innocence 
 Of doves, and I fliall have their pinions too : 
 Hid I the pinions of a clipping dove, 
 H:nv I would quit this earth, and foar above, 
 An(i heav'n^s bleO: kingdom find, with heav'n's blefl 
 
 [King Jehove ! 
 
 * D,fiugminti] \, Ct waflelh, 
 
 S. AU- 
 
BookV. emblems. 231 
 
 S.AUGUST, in Pfal. cxxxviii. 
 
 What ivings Jhould I deftre^ hut the two precepts of 
 love, on which the law and the prophets depend f O if 
 I could obtain the''e wings, I could fly from thy face to 
 thy face j from the face of thy jujlice, to the face of tly 
 mercy: let me find th of e wings by Wue^ which we have 
 hfl by lujh 
 
 S. AUGUST, in Pfal. Ixxvi. . 
 
 Let us cap off whaf never hinder eth, entanojeth, cr 
 hurdeneth our fight ^ until we attnin that which fatisfieih ; 
 beyond which, nothing is j beneuih which^ all things are j 
 of whUh^ all things are. 
 
 EPIG. 13. 
 
 Tell me, my wifhing foul, didft ever try 
 How faft the wings of red-crofs'd faith can fly \ • 
 Why hegg'ft thou, then, the pinions of a dove ? 
 Faith's wings are fwifter \ but the fwifteft, love. 
 
 U 2 Psalm 
 
232 E M B L E M S, Book V. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Psalm Ixxxiv. i. 
 Ho IV amiable arejhy tabernacles^ O God of hcjls ! 
 
 ANcient of days, to whom all things are now. 
 Before whofe glory feraphims do bow 
 Their blufhing cheeks, and veil their blemifhM faces. 
 That, iincontaiuM, at once doft fiW all places j 
 How glorious, O hov/ far beyond the height 
 Of puzzled quills, or the obtufe conceit 
 Of flefh and blood, or the too fiat reports 
 Of mortal tongues, are thy exprefslefs courts ! 
 Whofe glory to paint forth with greater art, 
 Ravifh my fancy, and infpire my heart ; 
 Excafe my bold attempt, and pardon me 
 For (hewing fenfe, what faith alone fhould fee. 
 Ten thoufand millions, and ten thoufand more 
 Of angeUmeafure'd leagues, from th'eaftern fiiore 
 Of dungeon earth, his glorious palace ftands, 
 Before whofe pearly gates ten thoufand bands 
 Of armed angels wait to entertain 
 Thofa purged fouls, for which the Lsmb was flains 
 Whoic guiiric-is ciearn, and voluntary yit^luing 
 Of whofe giv'n life, gave the brave court her building; 
 The lukewarm blood of this dear Lamb, being fpilt. 
 To rubies turnM, whereof her poiis were built j 
 And what dropp'd down in a kind gelid gore. 
 Did turn rich lappliires, and did pave her floor: 
 The brighter flaii.es, that from his eye- balls ray'd, 
 Grew chr)folyte5, v/hereof her walls were made; 
 
 The 
 
B V Ejnl- 
 
 Pfaln^ 84.1, 
 
CL 
 
BookV. emblem S. 233 
 
 The milder glances fparkled on the ground. 
 And croundfil'd ev'ry door wuh diamond ; 
 But drying, darted upwards, and did hx 
 A battlement of pureft fardonyx. 
 Her ftreets with barnlft'd gold are paved round. 
 Stars lie like pebbles fcatterM on the ground . 
 Pearl mixt with onyx, and thejafper ftone 
 Made c;ravell'd cauCeways to be tramp'ed on. 
 There fhines no fun bv day, no moon by night ; 
 The palace glory is, the palace l.ght : 
 There is no'time to meafure motion by. 
 There time is fwallow'd in etetmtv : 
 
 Wry-mouth'd difda.n, ^"\^°'f ^ \ , f f.rua 
 An/twy-face'd fraud, and beetle-brow d ddtruU, 
 Soul-bcillns rase, and troublc-rtare .ed.fon. 
 And giddv doubt, and goggle-eye d fufpicion. 
 And lumpiili forro-.v, ar.d degen rous fear. 
 Are bannVd thence, and death's a ftranger there . 
 But fimple love, and fcmpiternal joys 
 Whole fweetnefs neither gl^ts "or fullnefs cloys , 
 Where face to face our rav:ft d e.e (haU !ee^ 
 Great E L O H I M, that glorious One in ' h-^' 
 And Th-ee in One, and feeing h.m AaH blc^s h,m, 
 And blefima, love him ; and, in ove, poilcis him. 
 Here ftav, my foul, and, ravift-d m relation, .. 
 The words being fpent, fpend r.0W m cor.iem. latwn. 
 
 S. GRtG. 
 
234 E M B L E A4 S. Bock V 
 
 S. G R E G. In Pfal. vii. posnitcnt. 
 Sweet Jefus^ the ivord of the Father^ the hrightnefs of 
 patermd glory^ whom an: els delight to view, teach me to 
 do thy will ; ihat^ led by thy gccd Spirit, I may come to 
 that hhfjid city^ where da\ is eternal ; where there is cer- 
 tain frcunty^ and fecure eternity ; and eternal peace^ and 
 peaceful happine!s ; and happy fwertmfs^ and fwect plea- 
 J^f^ \ tvhrre thou, God, with the Father and the Holy 
 Spirit J livefi and reignefl world without end. 
 
 Ibidem. 
 
 There is light, without darknefs ; joy^ without grief-, 
 dfp e, without punijhment ; hve, without fadnefs ; fatiety, 
 without bathing ; fafeiy, luithout fear y health, without 
 dfeaje j and life, without deaths 
 
 EPIG. 14. 
 
 My foul, pry not too nearly ; the complexion 
 Of Sol's bright face is feen by the reflexion • [what : 
 But wouldft thou know what's heav'n r I'll til thte 
 Think what thou canft not thinkj and heav'n is that. 
 
 Canticle s 
 
B.V. Knif'.ir,. 
 
 Cattfevi8.iit.- 
 
BookV. emblems. 235 
 
 XV. 
 
 Canticles viii. 14. 
 
 Make haftey my beloved^ and he like the roe^ or the young 
 hart upon the mountains offpiccs. 
 
 GO, gentle tyrant, go ; thy flames do pierce 
 My foul too deep ; thy flames are too, too fierce; 
 My marrow melts, my fainting Ipirits fry 
 I' th' torrid zone of thy meridian eye : 
 Away, away, thy fweecs are too perfuming : 
 Turn, turn thy face, thy fires are too confuming : 
 
 Halie hence, and let thy winged fteps outgo 
 
 Tne frighted roebiick, and his flying roe. 
 But wilt thou leave me, then ? O thou, that art 
 L'fe of my foul^ foul of my dying heart, 
 Without the fv/eet afpefl of whofe fair eyes 
 My foul doth languifh, and her folace dies ? 
 Art thou fo eas'iy woo'd ? fo apt to hear 
 The frantic language of my foolifh fear ? 
 
 Jxave, leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; 
 
 Look, look U|>on me, tho^ thine eyes o*ei-come me. 
 
 how th?y wound ! but how my woundi con = ent me ! 
 How fwcetly thefe delightful pains torment me ! 
 How am 1 tortuie'd in exce/five meafure 
 
 Of pL^afing^oruelties 1 too cruel treaCure * ! 
 Turn, turn away, remove th; fcorching beams ^ 
 
 1 languiQi with thefe bitter-fweet extremes : 
 
 H'lfte then, and let thy v/inged fteps outgo 
 The flying roebuck, and his frighted roe. 
 
 * Tnafure'y read pleafure, 
 
 Turn 
 
236 EMBLEMS. BookV. 
 
 Turn back, my dear; O let my ravifh'd eye 
 Once more behold thy face, before thou fly ; 
 What, fhall we part without a mutual kifs ? 
 
 who can leave fo fweet a face as this t 
 Look full upon me ; for my foul defires 
 To turn a holy martyr in thofe fires : 
 
 O leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; 
 Look, look upon me, tho' thy flames overcome me. 
 If thou becloud the funlhine of thine eye, 
 
 1 freeze to death ; and if it fhine, I fry ; 
 Which, like a fever, that my foul hath got. 
 Makes me to burn too cold, or freeze too hot : 
 Alas ! I cannot bear fo fweet a fmart, 
 
 Nor canft thou be lefs glorious than thou a!t. 
 
 Hafte then, and let thy winged fteps outgo 
 
 The frighted roebuck, and his flying roe. 
 But go not far beyond the reach of breath ; 
 Too large a diftance makes another death : 
 My youth is in her fpring ; autumnal vows 
 Will make me riper for fo fweet a fpoufe ; 
 When after-times have burnifh'd my defire, 
 I'll fhoot thee flames for flames, and fire for fire. 
 
 O leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; 
 
 Look, look upon me, tho' thy flames o'ercome me. 
 
 AutoT 
 
BookV. emblems. 237 
 
 Autor Scalse Paradifi, Tom. iv. Aug. Cap. viil. 
 
 Tear not^ O bride, nor defpair ; think not thyfelf cm^ 
 temned, if thy Bridegroom withdraiu his face a ivhi'e : 
 All things co-operate fr the hefi : both from his cbfencey 
 and his prefence^ thou gaineji light : he cometh to thee^ 
 and he goeth from thee: he cometh^ to make thee ccnfo' 
 late ; he goeth. to make thee cautious^ lefl thy abundant 
 confolation puff tlyee up : he cometh, that thy Lmguijhing 
 foul may be comforted ; he goeth, lefl his familiarity fmuld 
 be contemned ; and^ being abfent, to be more defired ; and^ 
 being defired^ to be more earneflly fought : and^ being long 
 jQUgbt^ to be more acceptably fund. 
 
 EPIG, 15. 
 
 My foul, fin's monfter, whom with greater cafe, 
 Ten thoufand fold, thy God coald make than pleafe. 
 What would'ft thou have ? Nor pleas'd with fun, nor 
 
 fhade ? 
 Heav'n knows not what to make of what he made. 
 
 The 
 
aja EMBLEMS. Book V. 
 
 THE 
 
 FAREWELL. 
 
 Rev. n, lo. 
 
 Vi ihou faithful unto deaths and 1 will give thse thi 
 crown of life. 
 
 B 
 
 r. 
 
 E faithful ; Lord, what's thsil ? 
 Believe : *Tis eafy to believe j but what ?' 
 
 That he whom thy hard heart hath wounded. 
 And whom thy fcorn hath fpit upon,' • i 
 Hath paid thy fine, and hath compounded 
 
 For thefe foul deeds thy hands have done : 
 Believe that he, whofe gentle palms 
 
 Thy needle-pointed fins have naiPd, 
 Hath borne thy flavifli load (of alrtis). 
 And made fupply where thou haft/fail'd : 
 Did ever mis*ry find fo ftrange relief? 
 It is a love too ftrange for man*s belie;]^ , y 
 
 r, j ■■■ <<i j : 
 
 Believe that he, whofe fide .. 
 Thy crimes have pierce'd with their rebellions, dy'd 
 
 To 
 
Book V. EMBLEM. S., 139 
 
 To fave thy guilty foul from dying 
 
 Ten thoufand horrid deaths, from whence 
 There was no 'fcape, there was no flying. 
 
 But through his deareft blood's cxpence ; 
 Believe, this dying friend requires 
 
 No other thanks for all his pain. 
 But ev*n the truth of weak defires. 
 
 And, for his love, but love again : 
 Did ever mis'ry find fo true a friend f 
 It is a love too vaft to comprehend. . 
 
 3- 
 
 With floods of tears baptize 
 
 And drench thefe dry, thcfe unregen'rate eyes ; 
 Lord, whet my dull, my blunt belief, 
 
 And break this fiefliy rock in funder. 
 That from this heart, this hell of grief. 
 May fpring a heav'n of love and wonder : 
 
 if thy mercies will remove 
 
 And melt this lead from my belief, 
 My grief will then refine my love. 
 
 My love will then refrefh my grief: 
 Then weep, mine eyes, as he hath bled j vouchfafc 
 To drop for every drop an epitaph. 
 
 4- 
 But is the crown of glory 
 The wages of a lamentable ftory ? 
 
 Or can fo great a purchafe rife 
 
 From a fait humour ? Can mine eyes 
 Run faft enough t' obtain this prize ? 
 If fo, Lord, who's fo mad to die ? 
 Thy tears are trifles; thou muft do I 
 Alas ! I cannot ; then endeavour : 
 
 1 will : but will a tug or two 
 
 Suffice the turn ? Thou muft perfever * : 
 
 • Terjnjir'^ i. «. hold on, I H 
 
240 EMBLEM S. Book V. 
 
 ril ftriVe till death ; and (hall my feeble ftrife 
 Be crown'd ? I'll crown it with a crown of life. 
 
 5- 
 But is there fuch a dearth, 
 That thou muft buy what is thy due by birth ? 
 He whom thy hands did form of duft. 
 
 And give him breath, upon condition 
 To love his great Creator ; muft 
 
 He now be thine by compofition ? 
 Art thou a gracious God and mild, 
 
 Or headilrong man rebellious, rather ? 
 O, man's a bafe rebellious child, 
 And thou a very gracious father : 
 The gift is thine ; we ftrive, thou crown'ft our flrife ; 
 Thou giv'ft us faith ; and faith a crown of life. 
 
 End of VOL. L 
 
To the READ .E R. 
 
 A Translation of the Latin Motto's being defircd 
 by many, the editor readily fulfills his p'-omifc ; but 
 cannot help obferving, that many of them turning upon 
 the different meanings of the fame word, and thi raera: 
 found of others ; while reference is had, in feveial others* 
 to names and things in "the mythology and hiilory of the 
 anticnts ; they will be but very imperfefliy underfloo(3, 
 after all, by the mere Engli ill reader, without explica- 
 tions of a confiderable length. A due attention, how- 
 ever, to the Epigrams before or after each Ode, will lead 
 fufficiendy into the author's defign. 
 
 TRANSLATION S 
 
 O F T H E 
 
 LATIN M O T T 0\c 
 I. N 
 
 Q^ARLES' emblems: 
 
 BOOK THE FIRST, 
 
 E.v 
 
 M E L E M 
 
 I. T^^^ 2 (fate of the) whole world is pkctd la 
 
 X this malignant tr^e. 
 
 II. So ore evil broke forth into all kinsls of 
 
 evil. 
 
 Iir. That I may enjoy, I AifFcr; thoa H^aU fu&r, 
 but not enjoy. 
 
 B b l\\ V/hich^ 
 
Tranflatlons of Quarles's Motto's. 
 
 Emblem 
 
 IV. Which is lighted ? That to which love is add- 
 ing more weight. 
 
 V. The world is turn'd about by thefe. 
 Vr, *Tis fafe refting in the crofs. 
 
 VII. An enemy lies conceal'd; and doft thou in- 
 
 dulge floth ? 
 
 VIII. And by mirth it deflroys (i. e. the world). 
 
 IX. He who thinks to fi^c his foot firm on this 
 
 world, will find he ftrives in vain. 
 
 X. The rewards of both are but childifh toyj. 
 
 XI. The world haftens to its deftrudlion. 
 
 XII. Plenty has made me needy, 
 
 XIII. May fear a6l as a bridle to me, and love ferve 
 
 as a fpar. 
 
 XIV. O morning-flar! bring the day. 
 
 XV. Faith is enfeebled, and Juftice has left the 
 earth, 
 
 BOOK THE SECOND. 
 
 Emblem 
 
 I, So light is deHroyed by light. 
 
 II. Until he can grafp the whole world, 
 
 III. He does not love, but love entangles him. 
 
 IV. How great a flavery does that bring on, which 
 
 affords fo flight a refrcfhment! 
 V. All is not gold that glitters here. 
 
 VI. So the world deceives. 
 
 VII. This preserves the worfl, and the other the 
 
 befl things. 
 
 VIII. This 
 
Tranfiations of QuarLes's Motto's. 
 
 Emblem 
 VIII. This mufic plcafes children ; but that pleafes 
 men. 
 
 IX. I dread a coming day. 
 X. It founds, 'tis empty, 
 XI. Thou art miiUken ; through this, is the way 
 
 to life. 
 XII. On the crofs, love Hands fecurc. 
 
 XIII. After the wound, comes the devil (i. e. after 
 conviftioD, comes temptation). 
 
 XIV. After a fall, I ftand the firmer. 
 
 XV. 'Tis open to heaven, and Ihut to the world. 
 
 The FAREWELL, at the End of Book V. p. 238. 
 
 To him that overcometh, it fhali be given. 
 
 Be thou faithful unto death, — 
 
 And I will give thee a crown of life. 
 
 And faith crowns at the altar. 
 
 HIEROGLYPHIC Si 
 
 ^ I. Without light, it is ufelefs. 
 II. Thou knoweii not whence. 
 
 III, ' Whitherfoever it carrieth me. 
 
 IV. By frequent trimming, it waftes away. 
 V. By your help, I revive. 
 
 VI. There fhaii be a time. 
 
 VII. Neither with nor without thee. 
 VII r. Nor doth virtue feek obfcurity. 
 
 B b 2 IX. Infancy 
 
Tranflations of Quarles's Motto's. 
 Emblem 
 IX. Infancy is. cold like the modn. 
 X. Youth is thy offspring, 6 May ! 
 Xf. Now he feeks the joys of love. 
 XII. As the fun with manly ardour,. 
 XHi. And breathes after war and arms. . 
 XIV". Envious old-age. 
 XV. Like lead, into the earth he falls. 
 
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 The Tranjlations of the Motto's to Quarles' Emblems 
 to be inferted at the End of that Part of the Work, after 
 page 289. — And 
 
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