. Emblems divine and moral . ut what breaks from thee. Well may my empty bed bewail thy loss. When thou art lodgd upon thy shameful cross: If thou refuse to share a bed with me, Well never part, Ill share a cross with thee. VOL. II. G 54 EMBLEMS. BOOK IV. Anselm. in Protolog, Cap. i. Lord, if thou art not present, where shall I seekthee absent ? if every where, why do I not see theepresent ? Thou dwellest in light inaccessible ; andwhere is that inaccessible light ? or how shall I haveaccess to light inaccessible ? I beseech thee, Lord,teach me to seek thee, and shew thyself to the seeker:beca
. Emblems divine and moral . ut what breaks from thee. Well may my empty bed bewail thy loss. When thou art lodgd upon thy shameful cross: If thou refuse to share a bed with me, Well never part, Ill share a cross with thee. VOL. II. G 54 EMBLEMS. BOOK IV. Anselm. in Protolog, Cap. i. Lord, if thou art not present, where shall I seekthee absent ? if every where, why do I not see theepresent ? Thou dwellest in light inaccessible ; andwhere is that inaccessible light ? or how shall I haveaccess to light inaccessible ? I beseech thee, Lord,teach me to seek thee, and shew thyself to the seeker:because I can neither seek thee, unless thou teachme ; nor find thee, unless thou shew thyself to me :let me seek thee in desiring thee, and desire thee inseeking thee : let me find thee in loving thee, andlove thee in finding thee. Bpig. 10. Where shouldst thou seek for rest but in thy bed ?But now thy Rest is gone, thy Rest is fled :Tis vain to seek him there: my soul, be wise :Go ask thy sins; they 11 tell thee where he C aiit:3 //(■ II ■//.• nrt nmonq t/ie /fiswTrmri . BOOK IV.—EMBLEM XL Canticles iii. 2. / will rise and go about the city^ and will seefc himwhom my soul loveth: I sought him, hut I foundhim not, O HOW my disappointed souls perplext! How restless thoughts swarm in my troubledbreast!How vainly pleased with hopes, then crossly vexed With fears ! and how, betwixt them both, distrest!What place is left unransackd ? Oh ! where nextShall I go seek the Author of my rest? Of what blessd angel shall my lips enquireThe undiscoverd way to that entireAnd everlasting solace of my hearts desire ? Look how the stricken hart, that, wounded, fliesOer hills and dales, and seeks the lower grounds For running streams, the whilst his weeping eyesBeg silent mercy from the follwing hounds. At length, embost,* he droops, drops down, and liesBeneath the burden of his bleeding wounds : * Embost, foaming at the mouth. 56 EMBLEMS. BOOK IV. Een so my gasping soul, dissol
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