. The school of the heart, or, The heart (of itself gone away from God) brought back again to Him, and instructed by Him : in forty-seven emblems . en long ago, I cannot find it what at firft it was. And it hath been too long the caufe of all my woe. Shall I forfake my pleafures. and profits, honours, comforts, and that, the thought whereof my mind afFrights,Repentant forrow, that the foul afunder rents ? Shall I return, that cannot though I would?J, that had ftrength enough to go myfelf faint and feeble, how I fhouldReturn, I cannot run, I cannot creep thi
. The school of the heart, or, The heart (of itself gone away from God) brought back again to Him, and instructed by Him : in forty-seven emblems . en long ago, I cannot find it what at firft it was. And it hath been too long the caufe of all my woe. Shall I forfake my pleafures. and profits, honours, comforts, and that, the thought whereof my mind afFrights,Repentant forrow, that the foul afunder rents ? Shall I return, that cannot though I would?J, that had ftrength enough to go myfelf faint and feeble, how I fhouldReturn, I cannot run, I cannot creep this way. What fhall I do ? Forward I muft not go> ,Backward I cannot: If I tarry here,I fhall be drowned in a world of woe, ,And antedate my own damnation by defpaij. ist not better hold that which I have,Than unto future expectation truft ?Oh no: to reafon thus is but. to return I will, becaufe return I muft. Chrifi, 15. Return, and welcome: if thou wilt, thou (halt :Although thou canft not of thyfelf, yet I,That call, can make thee able. Let the faultBe mine, if, when thou wiU return, 1 let thee lie. The ^ W/. /3. Cordis Effusio. V Veto- yuui- octiitso, auid Vu/nera ne4Uvre- cglas /* THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. 41 The Pouring out of the Heart. Lam. ii. 19. Four out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord, Epig. 12. JT/HY dofi thou hide thy wounds f why dojl thou hide^^ In th) clofe hreafl thy wijhesy andfo fideWith thine own fears and [arrows? Like a fpoutOf watery let thine heart to God break out, ODE xn. The Soul I. Can death, or hell, be worfe than this eftate ?Anguifh, amazement, horror, and con*^ my dilfradted mind in deep griefs grown fo tranfcendent, that i hateTo hear of comfort, as a falfe conclufionVainly inferd from feigned prpmifes. What (hall I do ? what Grange courfe fh^ll I , tho 1 loathe to live, yet dare not die? Chrifi, 2. Be ruled by me, Ill teach thee fuch a that thou fhalt not drai
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