. Quarles' emblems . hours task, and show her Makers skill,But idly sleeps unmovd, and standeth vainly still. Great GoD, it is thy work, and therefore good,If thou be pleasd to cleanse it with thy blood,And wind it up with thy soul-moving keys,Her busy wheels shall serve thee all her days ;Her hand shall point thy powr, her hammer strikethy praise. S. Bern. Ser. xxi. in us run, let us run but in the savour of thy ointment,not in the confidence of our merits, not in the greatness ofour strength: we trust to run but in the multitude of thymercies, for though we run and are willing, it i
. Quarles' emblems . hours task, and show her Makers skill,But idly sleeps unmovd, and standeth vainly still. Great GoD, it is thy work, and therefore good,If thou be pleasd to cleanse it with thy blood,And wind it up with thy soul-moving keys,Her busy wheels shall serve thee all her days ;Her hand shall point thy powr, her hammer strikethy praise. S. Bern. Ser. xxi. in us run, let us run but in the savour of thy ointment,not in the confidence of our merits, not in the greatness ofour strength: we trust to run but in the multitude of thymercies, for though we run and are willing, it is not in himthat willeth, nor in him that runneth, but in GOD that showethmercy. O let thy mercy return, and we will run : thou, likea giant, runnest by thy own power; we, unless thy ointmentbreathe upon us, cannot run. Epig. not, my watch, being once repaird, to standExpecting motion from thy Makers s wound thee up, and cleansd thy clogs with blood :If now thy wheels stand still, thou art not good. Qs. O that tliou zocri as my brother, that sucked the breasts of mymother! ivhen I should find thee ivithout, I ivould kissfjicc.—Canticles viii. i. Come, come, my blessed infant and immure thee Within the temple of my sacred arms ;Secure mine arms, mine arms shall then securetheeFrom Herods fury, or the high priests harms :Or if thy dangerd life sustain a loss,My folded arms shall turn thy dying cross. But ah ! what savage tyrant can behold The beauty of so sweet a face as this is,And not himself be by himself controlld,And change his fury to a thousand kisses ?One smile of thine is worth more mines of treasureThan there were m)-riads in the days ofC?esar. !30 Quarlcs Emblems. O had the tetrarch, as he knew thy birth, So known thy stock, he had not thought to paddleIn thy dear blood ; but prostrate on the earth,Had vaild his crown before thy royal cradle,And laid the sceptre of his glory down,And beggd a heavnly for an earthly crown. Illustrious babe ! how is thy h
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