. Emblems, divine and moral . leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; Look, look upon me, though thy flames oercome me. 308 EMBLEMS. BOOK ▼ Autor Scales Paradisi. Tom. ix. Aug. Cap. not, 0 bride, nor despair; think not thyselfcontemned if thy Bridegroom withdraw his face a while:all things co-operate for the best; both from his absence,and his presence, thou gainest light: he cometh to thee,and he goeth from thee : he cometh, to make thee con-solate ; he goeth, to make thee cautious, lest thy abun-dant consolation puff thee up : he cometh, that thylanguishing soul may be comforte
. Emblems, divine and moral . leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; Look, look upon me, though thy flames oercome me. 308 EMBLEMS. BOOK ▼ Autor Scales Paradisi. Tom. ix. Aug. Cap. not, 0 bride, nor despair; think not thyselfcontemned if thy Bridegroom withdraw his face a while:all things co-operate for the best; both from his absence,and his presence, thou gainest light: he cometh to thee,and he goeth from thee : he cometh, to make thee con-solate ; he goeth, to make thee cautious, lest thy abun-dant consolation puff thee up : he cometh, that thylanguishing soul may be comforted ; he goeth, lest hisfamiliarity should be contemned ; and being absent, tobe more desired; and being desired, to be more ear-nestly sought; and being long sought, to be more ac-ceptably found. Epig. soul, sins monster, whom with greater easeTen thousand fold thy God could make than please,What wouldst thou have ? Nor pleasd with sun, nor shade ?Heavn knows not what to make of what he made. EMBLEMS. 309 THE Fidesque coronat ad aras. REV. n. 10. Be thou faithful unto death, and I toill give thee acrown of life. ^E faithful ; Lord, whats that ? Believe : Tis easy to believe ; but what I 310 EMBLEMS. BO( That he whom thy hard heart hath wounded, And whom thy scorn hath spit upon,Hath paid thy fine, and hath compounded For these foul deeds thy hands have done :Believe that he whose gentle palms Thy needle-pointed sins have naild,Hath borne thy slavish load (of alms)And made supply where thou hast faild :Did ever misry find so strange relief ?It is a love too strange for mans belief. Thy crimes have piercd with their rebellions, diedTo save thy guilty soul from dying Ten thousand horrid deaths, from whenceThere was no scape, there was no flying, •But through his dearest bloods expense ;Believe, this dying friend requiresNo other thanks for all his een the truth of weak , for his love, but love again :Did ever misry find so true a friend 1It
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