. Emblems divine and moral . sustainHeavns Maker, whom Heavns Heavn cannotcontain. BOOK IV.—ExMBLEM X. • Canticles iir. I. jBy night on my bed I sought him whom my soulloveth ; I sought him, hut I found him not. The learned Cynic, having lost the way To honest men, did, in the height of day. By taper-light, divide his steps about The peopled streets, to find this dainty out; But failed: the Cynic searchd not where he ought The thing he sought for was not where he sought. The wise mens task seemd harder to be done ; The wise men did by star-light seek the Son, And found: the wise men searchd it
. Emblems divine and moral . sustainHeavns Maker, whom Heavns Heavn cannotcontain. BOOK IV.—ExMBLEM X. • Canticles iir. I. jBy night on my bed I sought him whom my soulloveth ; I sought him, hut I found him not. The learned Cynic, having lost the way To honest men, did, in the height of day. By taper-light, divide his steps about The peopled streets, to find this dainty out; But failed: the Cynic searchd not where he ought The thing he sought for was not where he sought. The wise mens task seemd harder to be done ; The wise men did by star-light seek the Son, And found: the wise men searchd it where they ought;The thing they hopd to find was where they seeks his wishes where he should ; but thenPerchance he seeks not as he should, nor searches when he should ; but thereHe fails; not seeking as he should, nor soul desires the good it wants, and wouldObtain, must seek where, as, and when he often have my wild affections ledMy wasted soul to this my widowd bed, K r. ^:l IvI 10 ] / vcftif/if mi Afit/ r/i rm/jf(/ /i /Viif//1 . BOOK IV. EMBLEMS. 53 To seek my lover whom my soul desires ! (I speak net, Cupid, of thy wanton fires ; Thy fires are all but dying sparks to mine ; My flames are full of Heavn, and all divine.) How often have I sought this bed by night, To find that greaterby this lesser light! How oft have my unwitnessd groans lamented Thy dearest absence ! ah, how often vented The bitter tempests of despairing breath, And tossd my soul upon the waves of death ! How often has my melting heart made choice Of silent tears (tears louder than a voice), To plead my grief, and woo thy absent ear! And yet thou wilt not come, thou wilt not hear. O, is thy wanted love become so cold ? Or do mine eyes not seek thee where they should ? Why do I seek thee, if thou art not here ? Or find thee not, if thou art every where ? I see my error ; tis not strange I could not Find out my love ; I sought him where I should not.
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