. Emblems divine and moral . remely longd for, so do IPant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or die. * Embost (a terra of hunters) ; wearied to foaming. VOT,. II. 102 EMBLEMS. BOOK V. S. Cyril, Lib. v. Joh. Cap, x. O precious water, which quencheth the noisomethirst of this world, that scoureth all the stains of sin-ners, that watereth the earth of our souls with heavenlyshowers, and bringeth back the thirsty heart of man tohis only God ! S. August. Soliloq, Cap, xxxv. O fountain of life, and vein of living- waters, whenshall I leave this forsaken, impassable, and dry earth,and taste the w
. Emblems divine and moral . remely longd for, so do IPant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or die. * Embost (a terra of hunters) ; wearied to foaming. VOT,. II. 102 EMBLEMS. BOOK V. S. Cyril, Lib. v. Joh. Cap, x. O precious water, which quencheth the noisomethirst of this world, that scoureth all the stains of sin-ners, that watereth the earth of our souls with heavenlyshowers, and bringeth back the thirsty heart of man tohis only God ! S. August. Soliloq, Cap, xxxv. O fountain of life, and vein of living- waters, whenshall I leave this forsaken, impassable, and dry earth,and taste the waters of thy sweetness, that I may beholdthy virtue and thy glory, and slack my thirst with thestream of thy mercy ? Lord, I thirst: thou art thespring- of life; satisfy me: I thirst, Lord ; I thirstafter thee, the living God, Epig. 11, The arrow-smitten hart, deep wounded, fliesTo th springs, with water in his weeping eyes :Heavn is thy spring: if Satans fiery dartPierce thy faint sides ; do so, my wounded heart. B O O K \^. 1) Li^ n 12 Plalnx J,rr,/f// ^/trJ^ ir/ir/i .v/i,t///,ifi^ttaf. BOOK v.—EMBLEM XII. Psalm xlii. 2. When shall I come and appear before God. What is my soul the better to be tind* With holy fire ? what bootsf it to be coind With Heavns own stamp ? what Vantage can there be To souls of heavn-descended pedigree. More than to beasts that grovel ? Are not they Fed by th Almightys hand ; and, evry day, ~*lj[ with his blessings too ? Do they not see vjoi3 in his creatures, as direct as we ? Do they not taste thee — hear thee ? nay, what sense Is not partaker of thine excellence 1 What more do we ? alas ! what serves our reason. But, like dark lanterns, to accomplish treason With greater closeness ? It affords no light. Brings thee no nearer to our purblind sight; No pleasure rises up the least degree. Great God, but in the clearer view of thee; What privlege more than sense hath reason than ?{ What vantage is it to be born a man ? How of
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