. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . umbling Ifrel way. Say to my foul, be fafe , and then mine eye Shall Icorn grim death, although grim death ftand by. O thou whofefkength-reviving arm didcherifh Thy finking \Peter^ at the point to perifh, Reach forth thy hand, or bid me tread the wave, V\\ come, Ill come: the voice that calls will fa ve» S. AMBROS. Book 3 • Emblems. 171 S. A M B R O S. Apol. poft. pro David. Cap. 3. T*be confluence of liifl makes a great tempejly whichin this fea diflnrbeth the fea jaring fotil^ that reafofican?iot govern it, S, AUG
. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . umbling Ifrel way. Say to my foul, be fafe , and then mine eye Shall Icorn grim death, although grim death ftand by. O thou whofefkength-reviving arm didcherifh Thy finking \Peter^ at the point to perifh, Reach forth thy hand, or bid me tread the wave, V\\ come, Ill come: the voice that calls will fa ve» S. AMBROS. Book 3 • Emblems. 171 S. A M B R O S. Apol. poft. pro David. Cap. 3. T*be confluence of liifl makes a great tempejly whichin this fea diflnrbeth the fea jaring fotil^ that reafofican?iot govern it, S, AUGUST. Soliloq. cap. 35. TFe labour in the hoiflerotis fea: thou fiaiidefi uponthe floor e and feeflr our dangers 3 give us grace to hold amiddle courfe betnmxt Scylla /3!w^ Charybdis, that bothdangers efcaped. *we may arrive at the port fecure. EPIG. ir. My foul, tlie feas are rough, and thou a Granger In thefe falfe coafts^ O^kcep aloof j theres danger: Caft forth thy plummet j fee a rock appears 5 Thy fhip wants fea-room ; make it with thy tears. 172 Book 3^. 0 tfuttthcu ivou[iijhfrct2C± me in theqrat^eand htdcme iinttll tlivjunc l^cpall . ^ch- 14. ■ Book 3. Emblems. 173 XII. JOB O that thou wouldfl hide me in the grave^ thatthou ivouldjl keep me in fecrei until thywrath be paji I O Whither fliall I flie ? what path untrodShall I feek out to ^ca^c the flaming rodOf my offended^ of my angry God ? Where fhall I fojourn ? what kind Tea will hideMy head from thunder? where fhall I abide,Until his flames be quenchd or laid afide ? What, if my feet fhould take their hafly feek prote<Elion in the fhades of night ?Alas! no fhadescan blind the God of light. What, if my foul fhould take the wings of find fomesdefert? If/he fprings wings of vengeance clip as faft as they. What, if fome folid rock fhould entertainMy frighted fouU can folid rocks reftrainThe ftroke of Juftice, and not cleave in twain ? Kor fea, nor fhade, nor Oiield,
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