. Emblems . tar) to bleed:I faint already, if I bleed, I dy. Spff/. * ris either thou muft bleed, fick foul or I *My bloods a cordial. He that fucks my veins,Shan clcanfe his own, and conquer greater painsThen thefe; cheat up; this precious blood of mineShall cure thy grief; my heart fhall bleed for thineBelieve and view me with a faithul fvml (hall neither languifb, bleed nor dk. a AUGII5T. Book 3 Emlkmes. 139 $. AUGUST, lib. 10. Confefs. Zori, hz merciful unto rds : Abmsi Behold^ 1 hide not mftomnds : Thou Art i Phficim^ And I dmfick; Thou art wer-cifiUt Atti I am miferablc, S. GREG,
. Emblems . tar) to bleed:I faint already, if I bleed, I dy. Spff/. * ris either thou muft bleed, fick foul or I *My bloods a cordial. He that fucks my veins,Shan clcanfe his own, and conquer greater painsThen thefe; cheat up; this precious blood of mineShall cure thy grief; my heart fhall bleed for thineBelieve and view me with a faithul fvml (hall neither languifb, bleed nor dk. a AUGII5T. Book 3 Emlkmes. 139 $. AUGUST, lib. 10. Confefs. Zori, hz merciful unto rds : Abmsi Behold^ 1 hide not mftomnds : Thou Art i Phficim^ And I dmfick; Thou art wer-cifiUt Atti I am miferablc, S. GREG, in PaftoraU 0 Wifdom, with hew fweet an art doth thy wine and 0)trefiort health to my heaUthfs foul \Hew pcwerfully merciful,how mercifully powerful an thou ! Pnwerfulfor tm^ merciful te mi I EPIG. 3aCanft thou be fick, and fuch a Doi^or by ?Thott canft not live, unlefs thy DoQor dye!Strange kind of grief, that tinis do mcdcinc goodTo fwagther pains, but the Phyficians blood ! K 2 140 Emhlemes. Bbok i. Zack. upon, mjf tnifertfand foraiye nte ailmt/ Stnns Book 3I Emllemei. 141 IV. PSAL. 7.^. i8. Look upon my afflfliton and my pain ] andforgive all my fins. Both work and flrokcs ? Both, lafh and labour too ?What more could Edom, or proud Albur do ?Stripes, after Stripes; aad blows fiicceeding blows ?Lord, has thy fcourgc no mecry, and ray end ? My paias no cafe J* No intermiffion ?Is this the ftate ? Is this the fad coHditionOf thofe that truft thee ? Will thy goodnefs pleafeT allow no other favouis? None but thefe ?Will not the Rhetiick cf my torments move ?Are thefe the fymptomes, thefe the figns of love ?Isc not enough, enough that I fulfilThy toyifome task of thy laborious will?May not this labour expiate and purgeMy fia without the addition of a fcourge ?Look on my cloudy brow, how faft it reiniSad (bowers of fweat, the fruits of fruitlefs pains:Behold thefe ridges ; fee what purple furrowsThy plow has made ; O think upon thofe forrow^. ,,That OBce
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