. Emblems, divine and moral . ound : the human nature Is made th umbrella to the Deity,To catch the sun-beams of thy just Creator :Beneath this covert thou mayst safely lie :Permit thine eyes to climb this fruitful quick Zacchaeus did, and thou shalt seeA cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams and thee. r2 244 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv GuiL. in Cap. ii. can endure the fierce rays of the Sun of jus-tice ? who shall not be consumed by his beams; there-fore the Sun of justice took flesh, that, through theconjunction of that Sun and this human body, a shadowmay be made. S. August. Med. C
. Emblems, divine and moral . ound : the human nature Is made th umbrella to the Deity,To catch the sun-beams of thy just Creator :Beneath this covert thou mayst safely lie :Permit thine eyes to climb this fruitful quick Zacchaeus did, and thou shalt seeA cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams and thee. r2 244 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv GuiL. in Cap. ii. can endure the fierce rays of the Sun of jus-tice ? who shall not be consumed by his beams; there-fore the Sun of justice took flesh, that, through theconjunction of that Sun and this human body, a shadowmay be made. S. August. Med. Cap. , let my soul flee from the scorching thoughtsof the world, under the covert of thy wings, that,being refreshed by the moderation of thy shadow, shemay sing merrily. In peace will I lay me down andrest. Epig. ! treachrous soul, would not thy pleasures giveThat Lord, which made thee living, leave to live ?See what thy sins have done : thy sins have madeThe Sun of Glory now become thy shade. EMBLEMS. 245 PSALM CXXXVn. 4. How shall we sing the Lords song in a strange land f U^RGE me no more : this airy mirth belongs To better times : these times are not for sprightly twang of the melodious luteAgrees not \^ith my voice: and both unsuit. 246 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. My untund fortunes : the aifected measure Of strains that are constraind, afford no pleasure. Musics the child of mirth 1 where griefs assail The troubled soul, both voice and fingers fail: Let such as revel out their lavish days In honourable riot; that can raise Dejected hearts, and conjure up a sprit Of madness by the magic of delight ; Let those of Cupids hospital, that lie Impatient patients to a smiling eye, That cannot rest, until vain hope beguile Their flatterd torment with a wanton smile : Let such redeem their peace, and salve the wrongs Of froward fortune vdth their frolic songs: My grief, my griefs too great for smiling eyes To cure, or counter-charms to exorcise. The ravens dism
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