. Emblems divine and moral . ng, that, born, does cryTo feed, that feeds to live, that lives to God and man, whose eye spent drops so oftenFor me, that cannot weep enough; O softenThese marble brains, and strike this flinty rock;Or, if the mvisic of thy Peters cockWill more prevail, fill, fill my hearkning earsWith that sweet sound, that I may melt in tears !I cannot weep until thou broach mine eye;O give me vent, or eke I burst, and die. 168 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. S. Ambros. in Psal. cxviii. He that commits sins to be wept for, cannotweep for sins committed; and being himself mostlamentab
. Emblems divine and moral . ng, that, born, does cryTo feed, that feeds to live, that lives to God and man, whose eye spent drops so oftenFor me, that cannot weep enough; O softenThese marble brains, and strike this flinty rock;Or, if the mvisic of thy Peters cockWill more prevail, fill, fill my hearkning earsWith that sweet sound, that I may melt in tears !I cannot weep until thou broach mine eye;O give me vent, or eke I burst, and die. 168 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. S. Ambros. in Psal. cxviii. He that commits sins to be wept for, cannotweep for sins committed; and being himself mostlamentable, hath no tears to lament his offences. Nazianz. Orat. iii. Tears are the deluge of sin, and the worldssacrifice. S. HiERON. in Esaiam. Prayer appeases God, but a tear compels him :that moves liim, but this constrains him. ElMG. S. Earth is an island ported round with fears;Thy way to Heavn is through the sea of tears ;It is a stormy passage, where is foundThe wreck of many a ship, but no man drownd BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 1G9 PSALM XVllI. 5, The sorrows of hell compassed me about, and thesnares of hell prevented me. Is not this type well cut, in evry partFull of rich cunning ! filld with Zeuxian art ?Are not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds,Limnd full to th life ? didst ever hear the sounds 170 EMllKEMS. BOOK o. Of music, and the lip-dividing breaths Of the strong winded horn, rccheats, and deaths, None more exact ? th infernal Nimrods halloo ? The lawless purlieus ? and tlio game they follow ? The hidden engines, and the snares that lie So undiscoverd, so obscure to th eye ? The new drawn net, and her entangled prey ? And him that closes it ? Beholder, say, Ist not well done ? seems not an emlous strife Betwixt the rare cut picture and the life ? These purlieu men are devils; and the hounds, (Those quick-nosd cannibals, that scour tho grounds)Temptations; and the game the fiends human souls, which still they have in view ;Whose fury if they chance to scape by f
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