. Emblems, divine and moral . en as the wounded hart, embost, doth fly To th streams extremely longed-for, so do I Pant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or die. u2 292 EMBLEMS. BOOK v. S. Cyril. Lib. v. in Joh. Cap. precious water, which quencheth the noisomethirst of this world, scoureth all the stains of sinners,that watereth the earth of our souls with heavenly-showers, and bringeth back the thirsty heart of man tohis only God. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. fountain of life, and vein of living waters, whenshall I leave this forsaken, impassable, and dry earth,and taste the waters
. Emblems, divine and moral . en as the wounded hart, embost, doth fly To th streams extremely longed-for, so do I Pant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or die. u2 292 EMBLEMS. BOOK v. S. Cyril. Lib. v. in Joh. Cap. precious water, which quencheth the noisomethirst of this world, scoureth all the stains of sinners,that watereth the earth of our souls with heavenly-showers, and bringeth back the thirsty heart of man tohis only God. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. 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 maybehold thy virtue and thy glory, and slake my thirstwith the streams of thy mercy ! Lord, I thirst, thouart the spring of life, satisfy me: I thirst, Lord, I thirstafter thee, the living God ! Epig. arrow-smitten hart, deep wounded, fliesTo th springs, wdth water in his weeping eyes :Heavn is thy spring : if Satans fiery dartPierce thy faint sides : do so, my wounded heart. EMBLEMS. 293 PSALM XLU. 2. When shall I come and appear hefore God ? ^^HAT is my soul the better to be tind With holy fire ? what boots it to be coindWith Heavns own stamp 1 what vantage can there beTo souls of Heavn-descended pedigree, 294 EMBLEMS. BOOK u More than to beasts that grovel ? are not they Fed by the Almightys hand ? and evry day Filld with his blessings too ? do they not see God in his creatures, as direct as we ? Do they not taste thee ? hear thee ? nay, what sense Is not partaker of thine excellence ? What more do we ? alas ! what serves our reason, But, like dark lanthoms, to accomplish treason With greater closeness 1 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 then ? What vantage is it to be bom a man ? How often hath my patience built, dear Lord, Vain towrs of hope upon thy gracious word ? How often hat
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