. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . found : the human natureIs made th umbrella to the Deity, To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator :Beneath this covert thou mayst safely lie: EMBLEMS. 183 Permit thine eyes to climb this fruitful tree, As quick Zacchasus did, and thou shalt see A cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams and thee. GuiL. in Cap. ii. Cant. Who can endure the fierce rays of the Sun of justice ?who shall not be consumed by his beams ^ therefore theSun of justice took flesh, that, through the conjunctionof that Sun and th
. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . found : the human natureIs made th umbrella to the Deity, To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator :Beneath this covert thou mayst safely lie: EMBLEMS. 183 Permit thine eyes to climb this fruitful tree, As quick Zacchasus did, and thou shalt see A cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams and thee. GuiL. in Cap. ii. Cant. Who can endure the fierce rays of the Sun of justice ?who shall not be consumed by his beams ^ therefore theSun of justice took flesh, that, through the conjunctionof that Sun and this human body, a shadow may bemade. S. August. Med. Cap. xxxiv. Lord, let my soul flee from the scorching thoughtsof the world, under the covert of thy wings, that, beingrefreshed by the moderation of thy shadow, she may singmerrily. In peace will I lay me down and rest. Epig. 14. Ah ! treachrous soul, would not thy pleasures giveThat Lord, which made thee living, leave to live rSee what thy sins have done : thy sins have madeThe Sun of Glorv now become-thy shade f84 EMBLEMS. Embl em PSALM CXXXVIl. 4. How shall we sing the ,Lords song in a strange land? T TRGE me no more : this airy mirth belongs ^ To better times : these times are not for songs. The sprightly twang of the melodious lute Agrees not with my voice : and both unsuit My untund fortunes : the affected measure Of strains that are constraint, no pleasure. Musics the child of mirth ? wlicre 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 ( 1 madness by the magic of delight; EMBLEMS. 185 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 with their frolic songs : My grief, my griefs too great for smiling
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