. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . thee alone, what have I not ?I wish nor sea, nor land ; nor would I bePossessd of Heavn, Heavn unpossessd of thee. BoNAVENT. Soliloq. Cap. i. Alas! my God, now I understand (but blush to con-fess) that the beauty of thy creatures hath deceived mineeyes, and I have not observed that thou art more amiablethan all the creatures ; to which thou hast communicatedbut one drop of thy inestimable beauty : for whohath adorned the heavens with stars ? who hath storedthe air with fowl, the waters with fish, the
. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . thee alone, what have I not ?I wish nor sea, nor land ; nor would I bePossessd of Heavn, Heavn unpossessd of thee. BoNAVENT. Soliloq. Cap. i. Alas! my God, now I understand (but blush to con-fess) that the beauty of thy creatures hath deceived mineeyes, and I have not observed that thou art more amiablethan all the creatures ; to which thou hast communicatedbut one drop of thy inestimable beauty : for whohath adorned the heavens with stars ? who hath storedthe air with fowl, the waters with fish, the earth withplants and flowers ? but what are all these but a smallspark of divine beauty. S. Chrys. Hom. v. in Ep. ad Rom. In having nothing, I have all things, because I haveChrist. Having therefore all things in him, I seek noother reward ; for he is the universal reward. Epig. 6. Who would not throw his better thoughts about him ?And scorn this dross within him ; that without him ?Cast up, my soul, thy clearer eye ; thou be fully melted, theres the mould. EMBLEMS. 205 Emblem 7. PSALM CXX. 5. fJ^oe is me^ . ^^^ / sojourn in Mesech^ that I dwell in thetents of Kedar I tS natures courst dissolvd ? doth timers glass stand r Or hath some frolic heart set back the hand Of fate^s perpetual clock ? willt never strike ? Is crazy time grown lazy, faint or sick, With very age ? or hath that great pair-royal Of adamantine sisters late made trial Of some new trade ? shall mortal hearts grow old In sorrow ? shall my weary arms i^ fold. And under-prop my panting sides for ever ? Is there no charitable hand will sever 2o6 EMBLEMS. My well-spun thread, that my imprisoned soul May be deliverd from this dull dark hole Of dungeon flesh ? O shall I, shall I never Be ransomd, but remain a slave for ever r It is the lot of man but once to die, But ere that death, how many deaths have I ? What human madness makes the world afraid To entertain Heavens joys, because conveyM By the hand of de
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