. Emblems, divine and moral . honour far above the frowns of Caesar. Lord, if my hope dare let her anchor fallOn thee, the chiefest good, no need to callFor earths inferior trash ; thou, thou art all in all. 240 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. follow this thing, I pursue that, but I am filledwith nothing. But when I found thee, who art thatimmutable, undivided, and only good in thyself, whatI obtained, I wanted not; for what I obtained not, Igrieved not; with what I was possessed, my wholedesire was satisfied. ^ S. Bern. Ser. ix. Sup. Beati qui habent, & others pretend m
. Emblems, divine and moral . honour far above the frowns of Caesar. Lord, if my hope dare let her anchor fallOn thee, the chiefest good, no need to callFor earths inferior trash ; thou, thou art all in all. 240 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. follow this thing, I pursue that, but I am filledwith nothing. But when I found thee, who art thatimmutable, undivided, and only good in thyself, whatI obtained, I wanted not; for what I obtained not, Igrieved not; with what I was possessed, my wholedesire was satisfied. ^ S. Bern. Ser. ix. Sup. Beati qui habent, & others pretend merit; let him brag of the bur-then of the day ; let him boast of his Sabbath-fasts,and let him glory in that he is not as other men: butfor me, it is good to cleave unto the Lord, and to putmy trust in my Lord God. Epig. Boreas blasts, and Neptunes waves be joind,Thy iEolus commands the waves, the wind :Fear not the rocks, or worlds imperious waves ;Thou climbst a Rock, my soul, a Rock that saves. EMBLEMS. 241 CANTICLES II. 3. I sat down under his shadow vnth great delight, andhisfniit was sweet to my taste. J^OOK how the sheep, whose rambling steps do stray From the safe blessing of her shepherds eyes,Eft-soon becomes the unprotected preyTo the wingd squadron of beleagring flies ; 242 EMBLEMS. BOOK it. Where, swelterd with the scorching beams of day,She frisks from bush to brake, and wildly flies away From her own self, een of herself afraid ; She shrouds her troubled brows in evry glade,And craves the mercy of the soft removing shade. Een so my wandring soul, that hath digressdFrom her great Shepherd, is the hourly preyOf all my sins ; these vultures in my breast Gripe my Promethean heart ; both night and dayI hunt from place to place, but find no rest;I know not where to go, nor where to stay :The eye of vengeance bums, her flames invadeMy sweltring soul: my soul hath oft assayd,Yet she can find no shroud, yet can she feel no shade ? I sought the shades of mirth,
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