. Emblems . y the eye of grace,X diall behold thee, thou^ii not face to face. S. AUGUST. Book 5. Emllemes., z^j S. AUGUST, in. Pfal. 39. who crested aJI things U better thin all things ; roho hsdu-tifed all things 14 more beautiful than all things : Who it ftrorger than all things : Who madi great things Ugreater than all things i W a^foever thou lev:fi, bstt that tothse: Learn to lovethc- rvcriman in bit rvorhy the Crearourin hU creature: Let not th :t which WJ* made hj him pojfefstbe^y kjl thou Lfe him bj vshom tbyjeJf >pjtf made. S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 57. O thou mofi froeet,
. Emblems . y the eye of grace,X diall behold thee, thou^ii not face to face. S. AUGUST. Book 5. Emllemes., z^j S. AUGUST, in. Pfal. 39. who crested aJI things U better thin all things ; roho hsdu-tifed all things 14 more beautiful than all things : Who it ftrorger than all things : Who madi great things Ugreater than all things i W a^foever thou lev:fi, bstt that tothse: Learn to lovethc- rvcriman in bit rvorhy the Crearourin hU creature: Let not th :t which WJ* made hj him pojfefstbe^y kjl thou Lfe him bj vshom tbyjeJf >pjtf made. S. AUGUST. Med. cap. 57. O thou mofi froeet, mofl graciou^ rnojl amiable, noft fairyTohin jhall I fse tte: ? B if» Jhill I be [atisfiedroith thy beau-ty ? tvlen^jlltbau <^ad ms from this dark duvgecn. that Ima) confefh^k^Binu. EPIG. ait thoa (haded ia this veil of night,Bejiind thy curtain flcfh ? Thou (eeft no light,Buc what thy pride doth challenge, as ber own ;Thy fie(h is high : Soul, take thi^ curtain down. 95 Emhl^^€S* Book 5*. XIIL. {by aw ay and be at re/h ^J:s^ - ^ • Book y. Emhlemes. %ff xnL PSALM. J J. ^6. 0 that I had the mngrof a Dove, f$r thei^Jivould flie avoay and he at rejl ! ANd am I fworn a drnghil-flave for everTo earths bafe drudgry ? IhaO I never findA night of reft ? fhalf my Indentures never Be cartcelld ? did injurioui Nature bindMy foul earths prentice, with no claufe to leave her ?TsTo day of freedom: muft I ever griad;O that I had the pinions of a Dove,That T might quit my bands and fore above,^And pour my juft complaints before the great Jebove ) How happy arc the Doves^ that have the powr When cre they pleafe, to fpread their airy wings \Or cloud-dividing Eagles, that can towrc Above the fcent of thefc inferiour things!How happy h the Lark, that evry hour^ Leaves earth, and then for joy mounts up and fings!m Had my dull foul but wiigs as well as they,* How I would fpring from earth, and dip away!At wife AnrtA did, and fcorn this ball of clay. U 29S Emllemeu Book O how my foul
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