. Emblems divine and moral . s; which, being firm possession but a thoroughfare:Or, if they stay, they furrow thoughts thedeeper;And being kept with care, they lose there carefulkeeper. 60 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. S Greg, Horn. iii. secund. Parte we give more to the flesh than we ought, wenourish an enemy; if we give not to her necessitywhat we ought, we destroy a citizen : the flesh isto be satisfied so far as suffices to our good ; who-soever alloweth so much to her as to make herproud, knoweth not how to be satisfied: to be sa-tisfied is a great art; lest, by the satiety of the fl
. Emblems divine and moral . s; which, being firm possession but a thoroughfare:Or, if they stay, they furrow thoughts thedeeper;And being kept with care, they lose there carefulkeeper. 60 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. S Greg, Horn. iii. secund. Parte we give more to the flesh than we ought, wenourish an enemy; if we give not to her necessitywhat we ought, we destroy a citizen : the flesh isto be satisfied so far as suffices to our good ; who-soever alloweth so much to her as to make herproud, knoweth not how to be satisfied: to be sa-tisfied is a great art; lest, by the satiety of the flesh,we break forth into the iniquity of her folly. Hugo de Anima. The heart is a small thing, but desireth greatmatters. It is not sufficient for a kites dinner,yet the whole world is not sufficient for it. EiiG. 12. What makes thee, fool, so fat ? Fool, thee so bare ?Ye suck the selfsame milk, the self same air:No mean betwLxt all paunch, and skin and bone ?The means a virtue, and the world has none. BOOK ]. EMBLKMS. 13. 61. Da mihifrcBna timor ; Da mihi calcar amor. JOHN III. 19. Men love darkness rather than light, because theirdeeds are evil. Lord, when we leave the world and come to thee,How dull, how slug are we 1 How backward 1 How prepostrous is the motionOf our ungain devotion ! 62 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. Our thoughts are millstones, and our souls arc lead, And our desires are dead:Our vows are fairly promisd, faintly paid ; Or broken, or not made :Our better work (if any good) attends Upon our private ends :In whose performance one poor worldly scoff Foils us, or beats us thy sharp scourge find out some secret fault, We grumble or revolt;And if thy gentle hand forbear, we stray, Or idly lose the the road fair, we loiter; cloggd with mire, We stick, or else retire:A lamb appears a lion ; and we fear, Each bush we sees a our dull souls direct our thoughts to thee, As slow as snails are we :But at the earth we dai-t our wingd desire ; We bum, we burn lik
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