. Emblemes . eing fpent fo farre) to bleed iI faint already : If I bleed, I die • •lef. Tis either thou muft bleed, ficke foule, or I: IVly bloods a cordiall: He that fuckes my vei nes,Shall cleanfe his owne, and conquer greater painesThan thefe : Cheere up : this precious Blood of mineShall cure thy Gnefe; my heart mall bleed for thine:Believe, and view me with a faithfull eye ;Thy foule fhall neither languiih, bleed, nor die, 5. A v 6 v s EMBLEMES. ttf S. A v G v s t. lib. 10. CqnfeC ord, Be merciful/unto me: Ah me; Behold, I hide not myrids: Thou art a Pbyfitian, and I amfic\e 5 Thou art me
. Emblemes . eing fpent fo farre) to bleed iI faint already : If I bleed, I die • •lef. Tis either thou muft bleed, ficke foule, or I: IVly bloods a cordiall: He that fuckes my vei nes,Shall cleanfe his owne, and conquer greater painesThan thefe : Cheere up : this precious Blood of mineShall cure thy Gnefe; my heart mall bleed for thine:Believe, and view me with a faithfull eye ;Thy foule fhall neither languiih, bleed, nor die, 5. A v 6 v s EMBLEMES. ttf S. A v G v s t. lib. 10. CqnfeC ord, Be merciful/unto me: Ah me; Behold, I hide not myrids: Thou art a Pbyfitian, and I amfic\e 5 Thou art mem*andlammiferable, G. in Paftoral. Wifdome^ithhowfaeetan art dees thy. wine andeylere* 1I health to my healthleffb foule ! How powerfully mercifullymercifullyponerfuUart tbeul FowerfuU9forme-t Mertcifull3WJ Epic. 3. lft thou be fide, and fuch a Do&or by ?ou canft not live, unlefte thy Dq&or die Imge kind of griefe, that finds no medrine good(wage her paiaes, but the phyfitians Blood i K 2r. EMBLEMES. 137 IV. PSAL, XXV. XVIII. wke upon my affliftion andmy paine, andforgh>$ aUmyfinws. Oth worke, and ftroakcs ? Both lafli, and labour too ?What more could Edom, or proud Afliur doe ?ipes after ftripes .J and blowes fucceeding blowes Id, has thy feourge no mcrcy,and my woesend ? My paines no eafe * No intermifTion ?his the ftate ? Is this the fad conditionthcfe that truft thee ? Will thy goodncfle pleafcHow no other favours i None but thcfe ?I not the Rethrick of my torments move f: thefe the fymptoms ? thcfe the tignes oilove ?not enough, enough that I fuliiile toylfome task of thy laborious Mill !y not this labour expiate, and purgefinne, without thaddition of thy feourge ?)ke on my cloudy brow, how fcft it raincsfhowers of fweat, the fruits of fruitlefle paines:old thefe ridges 5 fee what purple furrowesy plow has made j O think upon thofe forrowes2at once were thine ; wilt, wilt thou not be woodmercy, by the chatmes of fweat and blood ?ifl thou forget that drowfie Mo
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