. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . oking down into my troubled breaft,Ihe magazine of wounds, 1 found him there :Let others hunt, and jhew their fpurtful art;1 wifti to catch the hare before he poachers ufc to do; heavns fonai^ * aoubled heart. S. AMBROS. Book 4. Emblems, 231 S. A M B R O S. lib. 3. de Virg. C^ri/? is not in the market^ nor in the jlreets: forChrifi is feace, in the market are Jlrifes: Chriji is jujl-ice^ in the market is iniquity: ChriJl is a labourer, inthe market is idlenefi: Chrifi is charity, in the marketis/lander: Chrifi
. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . oking down into my troubled breaft,Ihe magazine of wounds, 1 found him there :Let others hunt, and jhew their fpurtful art;1 wifti to catch the hare before he poachers ufc to do; heavns fonai^ * aoubled heart. S. AMBROS. Book 4. Emblems, 231 S. A M B R O S. lib. 3. de Virg. C^ri/? is not in the market^ nor in the jlreets: forChrifi is feace, in the market are Jlrifes: Chriji is jujl-ice^ in the market is iniquity: ChriJl is a labourer, inthe market is idlenefi: Chrifi is charity, in the marketis/lander: Chrifi is faith ^ in the market is fraud. LetIts not therefore feek Chrifi^ ivhere ^xe cannot find Chrifi ^ S. H I E R O M. Ser. p. Ep. 22. ad Eufloch. Jefills is jealous \ he imll not have thy face fee n: letfcolijh virgins ramble abroad^ feek thou thy love at home. EPIC. II. What, loft thy love ? will neither bed nor boardRecei v^e him ? nor Sy te^^rs to be implord ?Jt is the (hip that move, and not tho coait 31 fear, i ^jar, my foul, Ms ihoa art lolL L 232 Book SliiyL. him wit^m in^Scndc Ict-ti- itnOJtruta Utdc^lpafjcdfvm -tkan hutl^ fvuniLfwnmlem na r^-uh Ivtrztk I ncIrJiun iic: Gint:x-^} Book 4. Emblems* 233 XII. CANTICLES ,4. Have you feen him whom my foul loveth ?When I had pa ft a little from them, thenI found him^ I took hold on him^ and lefthim not. TTTHat fecret corner ? what unwonted way^^ Has fcap*d the ranfack of my rambling thought?The fox by night, nor the dull owl by day, Have never fearchd rhofe places 1 have they lamented, abfence taught my breafi:The ready road to grief, without requcft ; J My day had neither comfort, nor my night had reft. How hath my unregarded language vented The fad tautologies of lavifh pafilon !How often have I languifhd unlamented ! How oft have I complained, without compaflion !I ask*d the city-watch, but fomcdeny a me fme;The common flreet, whilft others would mifguidcSome would debar me^ fome divert mej
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