. Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man . p and down from fide to , reftlefs, beats his cryftald ivry vain impatience jets * from place to feeks the bofom of his frozen bride, At length he flacks his motion, and doth reftHis trembling point at his bright poles beloved breaft. fo my foul, being hurryd here and there. By evry object that prefents vi^ould be fettled, but fhe knows not where;She likes at morning what fhe loathes at night :She bows to honor ; then (he lends an ear To that fweet fwan-like voi
. Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man . p and down from fide to , reftlefs, beats his cryftald ivry vain impatience jets * from place to feeks the bofom of his frozen bride, At length he flacks his motion, and doth reftHis trembling point at his bright poles beloved breaft. fo my foul, being hurryd here and there. By evry object that prefents vi^ould be fettled, but fhe knows not where;She likes at morning what fhe loathes at night :She bows to honor ; then (he lends an ear To that fweet fwan-like voice of dying pleafure. Then tumbles in the fcatterd heaps of treafure; Now flatterd with falfe hope ; now foild with fear : Thus finding all the worlds delight to beBut empty toys, good God ! fhe points alone to thee. 3. But hath the virtued f flcel a powr to move ? Or can the untouched needle point aright ?Or can my wandring thoughts forbear to rove, Unguided by the virtue of thy Sprit ? * Jets J I. e. hops as a bird* f J^irtuedjieeli i. e. the marinersneedle, O hath B V Km/ jrn/ f. Cant . BookV. emblems. 203 O hath my leaden foul the art t^improveHer wafled talent, arrd, unraisd, afpireIn this fad mourun;:: time of her defire ? Not firft belovd, have i the powr to love ; I cannot ftir, bat as thou pleafe to move me ; Nor can my heart return thee love, until thou love me. 4- The ftill commandrefs of the filent night Borrows her beams trom her bright brothers eye:His fair afped fills her Inarp horns with light; If he withdra\v, her fla-nes are quenched and die:Evn fo the beams of thy eriightning Sprit, Infjsd and ihot into my dark defire. Infiane my thojghts, and fill ray foul with fire^That i am ravifh d with a new delight; By if thou (hroud * thy face, my glory 1 remain a nothing, all composd of fiiades, r •5- • Eternal God I O thou that only artThe facred fountain of eternal blciTed loaiftone of my better part, O thou, my hearts defire, my fouls d
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