. Emblems, divine and moral . d, I spread my feeble wings in vain ; In vain I offer my extended hands :I cannot mount till thou unlink my chains :I cannot come till thou release my bands : Which if thou please to break, and then supplyMy wings with spirit, th eagle shall not flyA pitch thats half so fair, nor half so swift as I. 2S4: EMBLEMS. BOOK v, S. BoNAVENT. Soliloq. Cap. ! sweet Jesus, pierce the marrow of my soulwith the healthful shafts of thy love, that it maytruly burn, and melt, and languish, with the onlydesire of thee ; that it may desire to be dissolved, andto be with thee:
. Emblems, divine and moral . d, I spread my feeble wings in vain ; In vain I offer my extended hands :I cannot mount till thou unlink my chains :I cannot come till thou release my bands : Which if thou please to break, and then supplyMy wings with spirit, th eagle shall not flyA pitch thats half so fair, nor half so swift as I. 2S4: EMBLEMS. BOOK v, S. BoNAVENT. Soliloq. Cap. ! sweet Jesus, pierce the marrow of my soulwith the healthful shafts of thy love, that it maytruly burn, and melt, and languish, with the onlydesire of thee ; that it may desire to be dissolved, andto be with thee: let it hunger alone for the bread oflife: let it thirst after thee, the spiing and fountainof eternal light, the stream of true pleasure : let italways desire thee, seek thee, and find thee, andsweetly rest in thee. Epig. , will thy shackles neither loose nor break ?Are they too strong, or is thine arm too weak ?Art will prevail where knotty strength denies ;INfy soul, there s aquafortis in thine eyes. EliBLEMS. 285 PSALM CXLII. 7. Bring tm/ soul mtt of prison that I may praise thy lyrY soul is like a bird, my flesh the cage, Wherein she wears her weaiy pilgrimageOf hours, as few as evil, daily fedWith sacred wine and sacramental bread ; 286 EMBLEMS. BOOK ^ The keys that lock her in and let her out, Are birth and death ; twixt both she hops about From perch to perch, from sense to reason ; then From higher reason down to sense again : From sense she climbs to faith ; where for a season She sits and sings ; then down again to reason : From reason back to faith, and straight from thence She rudely flutters to the perch of sense : From sense to hope ; then hops from hope to doubt, From doubt to dull despair ; there seeks about For desprate freedom, and at evry grate She wildly thrusts, and begs the untimely date Of th unexpird thraldom, to release The afflicted captive, that can find no peace. Thus am I coopd ; within this fleshly cage I wear my youth, and waste my wear
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