. Emblems, divine and moral . Those longd-for joys, longd for so oft in vain ! If, Moses-like, I may not live possest Of this fair land, Lord, let me see t at least. T 2 276 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. S. August. Soliloq. Cap.[ life is a frail life ; a corruptible life ; a life,which the more it increaseth, the more it decreaseth :the farther it goeth, the nearer it cometh to deceitful life, and like a shadow, full of the snaresof death: now I rejoice, now I languish, now Iflourish, now infirm, now I live, and straight I die ;now I seem happy, always miserable ; now I laugh,-now I weep : t
. Emblems, divine and moral . Those longd-for joys, longd for so oft in vain ! If, Moses-like, I may not live possest Of this fair land, Lord, let me see t at least. T 2 276 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. S. August. Soliloq. Cap.[ life is a frail life ; a corruptible life ; a life,which the more it increaseth, the more it decreaseth :the farther it goeth, the nearer it cometh to deceitful life, and like a shadow, full of the snaresof death: now I rejoice, now I languish, now Iflourish, now infirm, now I live, and straight I die ;now I seem happy, always miserable ; now I laugh,-now I weep : thus all things are subject to mutability,that nothing continueth an hour in one estate : O joyabove joy, exceeding all joy, without which there isno joy, when shall I enter into thee, that I may seemy God that dwelleth in thee ? Epig. thou so weak ? 0 canst thou not digestAn hour of travel for a night of rest 1Cheer up, my soul, call home thy sprits, and bearOne bad Good-friday, fuU-mouthd Easters near. EMBLEMS. 277 ROil. Vn. 24. O wretched man that I am ! who shall deliver mefrom the hodj/ of this death ? gEHOLD thydarling, which thy lustful care Pampers, for which thy restless thoughts prepareSuch early cares ;for whom thy bubbling browSo often sweatSj^and bankrupt eyes do owe 278 EMBLEMS. BOO Such midnight scores to nature, for whose sakeBase earth is sainted, the infernal lakeUnfeard, the crown of glory poorly rated :Thy God neglected, and thy brother hated ;Behold thy darling, whom thy soul affectsSo dearly ; whom thy fond indulgence decksAnd puppets up in soft, in silken weeds ;Behold the darling, whom thy fondness feedsWith far-fetchd delicates, the dear-bought gainsOf ill-spent time, the price of half my pains :Behold thy darling, who, when clad by thee,Derides thy nakedness ; and when most free,Proclaims her lover slave ; and being fedMost full, then strikes the indulgent feeder meanst thou thus, my poor deluded soul,To love so fondly ? can the burn
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