. Emblems, divine and moral . t soul shall feel the firesOf thy sweet voice, and my dissolvd desiresShall turn a sovreign balsam, to make wholeThose wounds my sins inflicted on thy soul. 276 EMBLEMS. nooK 5. S. AvGVST. Soliloq. Cap.^xxxs. What fire is this that so warraeth my heart? whatlight is this that so enlighteneth my soul? O fire!that always burneth, and never goeth out, kindleme: O light, which ever shineth, and art neverdarkened, illuminate me : O that I had my heatfrom thee, most holy tire ! how sweetly dost thouburn! how secretly dost thou shine! how desiredlydost thou inflame me !
. Emblems, divine and moral . t soul shall feel the firesOf thy sweet voice, and my dissolvd desiresShall turn a sovreign balsam, to make wholeThose wounds my sins inflicted on thy soul. 276 EMBLEMS. nooK 5. S. AvGVST. Soliloq. Cap.^xxxs. What fire is this that so warraeth my heart? whatlight is this that so enlighteneth my soul? O fire!that always burneth, and never goeth out, kindleme: O light, which ever shineth, and art neverdarkened, illuminate me : O that I had my heatfrom thee, most holy tire ! how sweetly dost thouburn! how secretly dost thou shine! how desiredlydost thou inflame me ! S. BoNAFENT. Siim. Amoris-. Cap. viii. It maketh God man, and man God ; things tem-poral, eternal; mortal, immortal; it maketh anenemy, a friend ; a servant, a son ; vile things, glo-rious; cold hearts,fiery; and hard things, liquid. Epig. 5. My soul, thy gold is true, but full of dross;Thy Saviours breath refines thee with some loss;His gentle furnace makes thee pure as true ;Thou must be melted ere th art cast anew. nooK 277 PSALM LXXIII. as. Whom have I in heaven but thee ? and there is noneupon earth that I desire beside thee. 1 LOVE (and have some cause to love) the earth;She is my Makers creature, therefore good:She is my mother, for she gave me birth;She is my tender nurse; she gives me food: But whats a creature, Lord, compard with thee ? Or whats my mother, or my nurse, to me? 278 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. I love the air; her dainty sweets refresh My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me; Her shrill-mouthd choir sustain me with theirflesh, And with their Polyphonian notes delight me:But whats the air, or all the sweets, that sheCan bless my soul withal, compard to thee ? I love the sea; she is my fellow-creature,My careful purveyor; she provides me store:She walls me round ; she makes my diet greater;She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore:But, Lord of oceans, when compard with thee,What is the ocean, or her wealth to me ? To Heavns high city I direct my journey,Who
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