. Emblems, divine and moral . and not our guilt;Thou seest not what thou mayst, but what thou wilt:The hand that formd us is enforcd to beA screen set up betwixt thy work and thee :Look, look upon that hand, and thou shalt spyAn open wound, a thoroughfare for thine eye ;Or if that wound be closd, that passage beDenyd between thy gracious eye and view the scar ; that scar will countermandThy wrath : 0 read my fortune in thy hand. 136 EMBLEMS. BOOK in. S. Chrys. Horn. iv. in seem to abound in wealth, when they wantall things ; they seem to enjoy happiness, when indeedthey are o
. Emblems, divine and moral . and not our guilt;Thou seest not what thou mayst, but what thou wilt:The hand that formd us is enforcd to beA screen set up betwixt thy work and thee :Look, look upon that hand, and thou shalt spyAn open wound, a thoroughfare for thine eye ;Or if that wound be closd, that passage beDenyd between thy gracious eye and view the scar ; that scar will countermandThy wrath : 0 read my fortune in thy hand. 136 EMBLEMS. BOOK in. S. Chrys. Horn. iv. in seem to abound in wealth, when they wantall things ; they seem to enjoy happiness, when indeedthey are only most miserable ; neither do they under-stand that they are deluded by their fancy, till theybe delivered from their folly. S. Greg, in so much the more are we inwardly foolish, byhow much we strive to seem outwardly wise. Epig. fool, what has thy folly done ?Controlld thy God, and crucifyd his Son ?How sweetly has the Lord of life deceivd thee !Thou sheddst his blood, and that shed blood has 137 PSALM VI. 2. Haii>e mercy^ Lord, upon me, for I am weak; 0Lord, heal me, for my hones are vexed. SOUL. JESUS. Soul. /^H ! Son of David, help. Jes. \Vhat sinful cxyImplores the son of David ? Send. It is Who art thou ? Soul. Oh ! a deeply woundedbreast Thats heavy laden, and would fain have rest. 138 EMBLEMS. BOOK in. Jes. I have no scraps, and dogs must not be fed,Like household children, with the childrens bread. Smil. True, Lord ; yet tolerate a hungry whelpTo lick their crumbs : 0 Son of David, help. Jes. Poor soul, what ailst thou ? Soul. 0 I burn,I fry,I cannot rest, I know not where to find some ease ; I turn my blubberd faceFrom man to man; I roll from place to placeT avoid my tortures, to obtain still am doggd and haunted with my grief :My midnight torments call the sluggish light,And, when the mornings come, they woo the night. Jes. Surcease thy tears, and speak thy free desires. Soul. Quench, quench my flames, and
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