. The school of the heart, or, The heart (of itself gone away from God) brought back again to Him, and instructed by Him : in forty-seven emblems . ou art thyfelf to dull, and dole fThy forrow to the feveral atoms, giveAll to each by that artStrive thy difi^everd felf to multiply, ,Arfid want of weight with number to fupply;- • Run at tilt; I. e. forcibly oppofe,. Aikantient martial exerclitf, .■^ Dele; i, c. dead out or divjde, E 3 The-- 50 THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. The Humiliation of the Heart, Ecclef. vii. patient Infplrit is bitter than the proud infpirit»^ Efig.
. The school of the heart, or, The heart (of itself gone away from God) brought back again to Him, and instructed by Him : in forty-seven emblems . ou art thyfelf to dull, and dole fThy forrow to the feveral atoms, giveAll to each by that artStrive thy difi^everd felf to multiply, ,Arfid want of weight with number to fupply;- • Run at tilt; I. e. forcibly oppofe,. Aikantient martial exerclitf, .■^ Dele; i, c. dead out or divjde, E 3 The-- 50 THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. The Humiliation of the Heart, Ecclef. vii. patient Infplrit is bitter than the proud infpirit»^ Efig. 15, Tl/flNE hearty alas I exalts ttfelftoo high^•^ And doth delight a loftier pitch to flyThan it is able to maintain, unlefsIt feel the weight of thine impofed prefs, ODE XV, I. So let It be, Lord, I am well thou {halt fee The time is not thou doft then beftow, when thou doft quellAnd crufh the heart where pride before did fwelL 2. Lord, I perceive, As foon as-thou dofl I receive The bleiJings thou doft heart begins to mount, and doth,forgetThe ground whereon it goes, where it is kt. In. J^.uftfr Cnr/wsaiun mud,Orau^.The HTlMitiATio^f of the He.^RTTheSearttvrfu^h ^/^ ;/h J^^^ n^u/^ ^.andk^f^tn^ith^r. U^ Sphere. THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. 51 3- In health I grew Wanton, began to though I knew I never (hould be take me down, and make me of brafs muft pay the debt they owe, 4*If I but dream Of wealth, mine heart doth rifeWith a full ftream Of pride, and I defpifeAll that is good, until^ I wake, and fpyThe fwelling bubble pricked witli poverty* 5*A little wind Of undeferved praifeBlows up my mind. And my fwoln thoughts doth raifeAbove themfelves, until the knCs of (hameMakes me contemn my felf-difhonour*d name. 6. One moments mirth Would make me run flark mad,And the whole earth. Could it at onc-e be not fufRce my greedy appetite,Didft thou not pain inft
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