. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . trong with spite •,When thou hast pufi^M the greater lightThy lesser spark may shine, and warm the new-madenight. BOOK II. EMBLEMS. 51 Deluded mortals, tell me, when Your daring breath has blownHeavns taper out, and you have spent your own,What fire shall warm you then ?Ah fools ! perpetual nightShall haunt your souls with Stygian fright,Where they shall boil in flames, but flames shall bringno S. August. The sufficiency of my merit, is to knov/ that mymerit is not sufficient. S. Greg. Mor. xx
. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . trong with spite •,When thou hast pufi^M the greater lightThy lesser spark may shine, and warm the new-madenight. BOOK II. EMBLEMS. 51 Deluded mortals, tell me, when Your daring breath has blownHeavns taper out, and you have spent your own,What fire shall warm you then ?Ah fools ! perpetual nightShall haunt your souls with Stygian fright,Where they shall boil in flames, but flames shall bringno S. August. The sufficiency of my merit, is to knov/ that mymerit is not sufficient. S. Greg. Mor. how much the less man seeth himself, by somuch the less he displeaseth himself; and by howmuch the more he seeth the light of grace, by so muchthe more he disdaineth the light of nature. S. Greg. Mor. The light of the understanding, humility kindleth,and pride covereth. Epig. I. Thou blowst Heavns fire, the whilst thou gost about,Rebellious fool, in vain, to blow it out;Thy folly adds confusion to thy death ;Heavns fire confounds, when fannd with follysbreath. 52 E^IBLEMS. Emblem 2. Donee totum expleat o:bem. ECCLES. IV, There is no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfiedwith riches. r\ HOW our widend arms can over-stretch ^^ Their ov^^n dimensions ! How our hands can reach Beyond their distance ! How our yielding breast Can shrink to be more full and full possest Of this inferior orb ! How earth refind Can cling to sordid earth ! How kind to kind ! We 2;ape, we grasp, we gripe, add store to store ; Enough requires too much ; too much craves more. BOOK II. emblem:s. 53 We charge our souls so sore beyond their we recoil or burst : the busy mintOf our laborious thoughts is ever going,And coining new desires ; desires not knowingWhere next to pitch ; but, like the boundless ocean,Gain, and gain ground, and grow more strong by pale-faced lady of the black-eyM nightFirst tips her horned brows with easy curious train of spangled ny
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