. Emblems, divine and moral . eel the firesOf thy sweet voice, and my dissolvd desires •Shall turn a sovreign balsam, to make wholeThose wounds my sins inflicted on thy soul. 268 EMBLEMS. BOOK y. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. fire is this that so warmeth my heart 1 whatlight is this that so enlighteneth my soul! 0 fire !that always burneth, and never goeth out, kindleme: 0 light, which ever shineth, and art neverdarkened, illuminate me: 0 that I had my heatfrom thee, most holy fire ! how sweetly dost thouburn ! how secretly dost thou shine ! how desiredlydost thou inflame me ! S. Bona VE
. Emblems, divine and moral . eel the firesOf thy sweet voice, and my dissolvd desires •Shall turn a sovreign balsam, to make wholeThose wounds my sins inflicted on thy soul. 268 EMBLEMS. BOOK y. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. fire is this that so warmeth my heart 1 whatlight is this that so enlighteneth my soul! 0 fire !that always burneth, and never goeth out, kindleme: 0 light, which ever shineth, and art neverdarkened, illuminate me: 0 that I had my heatfrom thee, most holy fire ! how sweetly dost thouburn ! how secretly dost thou shine ! how desiredlydost thou inflame me ! S. Bona VENT. Stim. Amoris. Cap. maketh God man, and man God ; things tem-poral, eternal; mortal, immortal; it maketh an enemy,a friend; a servant, a son ; vile things, glorious ;cold hearts, fiery ; and hard things, liquid. Epig. soul, thy gold is true, but full of dross ;Thy Saviours breath refines thee with some loss ;His gentle furnace makes thee pure as true ;Thou must be melted ere th art cast anew. EMBLEMS. 2G9 PSALM LXXm. 25. Whom have I in heaven hut thee ? and there is noneupon earth that I desire beside thee. T LOVE (and have some cause to love) the earth ; She is my Makers creature, therefore good :She is my mother, for she gave me birth ;She is my tender nurse ; she gives me food : But whats a creature, Lord, compard with thee ? Or whats my mother, or my nurse, to me ? 270 EMBLEMS. BOOK I love the air ; her dainty sweets refreshMy drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me ;Her shrill-mouthd choir sustain me with their flesh,And with their Polyphonian notes delight me :But whats the air, or all the sweets, that sheCan bless my soul withal, compard to thee ? I love the sea ; she is my careful purveyor ; she provides me store :She walls me round ; she makes my diet greater ;She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore :But, Lord of oceans, when compard with thee,What is the ocean, or her wealth, to me ? To Heavns high city I direct my journe
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