. Emblems divine and moral . w found: the human nature Is made th umbrella to the Deity,To catch the sun-beams of thy just this covert thou mayst safely lie ;Permit thine eyes to chmb this fruitful tree,As quick Zacchseus did, and thou shalt seeA cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams andthee. 252 EMDLEMS. BOOK 1. GuiL. ia Cap. ii. Cant. Who can endure the fierce rays of the Sun ofjustice ? who shall not be consumed by his beams;therefore the Sun of justice took flesh, that,through the conjunction of that Sun and thishuman body, a shadow may be made. S. August. Med. Cap. xxxi
. Emblems divine and moral . w found: the human nature Is made th umbrella to the Deity,To catch the sun-beams of thy just this covert thou mayst safely lie ;Permit thine eyes to chmb this fruitful tree,As quick Zacchseus did, and thou shalt seeA cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams andthee. 252 EMDLEMS. BOOK 1. GuiL. ia Cap. ii. Cant. Who can endure the fierce rays of the Sun ofjustice ? who shall not be consumed by his beams;therefore the Sun of justice took flesh, that,through the conjunction of that Sun and thishuman body, a shadow may be made. S. August. Med. Cap. xxxiv Lord, let my soul flee from the scorchingthoughts of the world, under the covert of thywings, that, being refreshed by the moderation ofthy shadow, she may sing merrily. In peace will Ilay me down and rest. EPIG. 14. Ah ! treachrous soul, would not thy pleasures giveThat Lord, which made thee living leave to what thy sins have done : thy sins have madeThe Sun of Glory now become thy shade. BUOK 4. EMBLEMS. 15. 253. PSALM CXXXVII. 4. How shall we sing the Lords song in a strangeland; Urge me no more : this airy mirth belongsTo better times : these times are not for songs,The sprightly twang of the melodious luteAgree:) not with my voice : and both unsuit 254 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. My untund fortunes : the afFected measureOf strains that are constraint, afford no tlio child of mirth ? where griefs assailThe troubled soul, both voice and fingers fail:Let such as revel out their lavish daysIn honourable riot; that can raiseDejected hearts, and conjure up a spritOf madness by the magic of delight;Let those of Cupids hospital, that lieImpatient patients to a smiling cannot rest, until vain hope beguileTheir flatterd tormrnt with a wanton smile :Let such redeem their peace, and salve the wrongsOf froward fortune with their frolic songs :My grief, my griefs too great for smiling eyesTo cure, or counter-charms to ravens dismal croaks, the midni
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