. Emblems . fpight:Let earth and Hell confpire their worft, their be ft, And joyn their twifted might;Let (howrs of thunder-bolts dart down, and wound me And troops of friends furround mc,AH this may wel]confront; all this (hall ne*r confound mc« S. AUG. Book 2. Emhkrties. Ill S. AUGUST. Cbrifi^s Crofs is tie Chrifcrofs of all cur bipphefs : It deli-vers its from tU blininefs. of error ^ And enriches our dirinefswith light \ it reftoretb the troubled foul to reft, It bringetbfirjngcrsioGois : It mxlexb remote forreignersrteir neighbours ; it cutte^h off dijcord; condudetb a leagu
. Emblems . fpight:Let earth and Hell confpire their worft, their be ft, And joyn their twifted might;Let (howrs of thunder-bolts dart down, and wound me And troops of friends furround mc,AH this may wel]confront; all this (hall ne*r confound mc« S. AUG. Book 2. Emhkrties. Ill S. AUGUST. Cbrifi^s Crofs is tie Chrifcrofs of all cur bipphefs : It deli-vers its from tU blininefs. of error ^ And enriches our dirinefswith light \ it reftoretb the troubled foul to reft, It bringetbfirjngcrsioGois : It mxlexb remote forreignersrteir neighbours ; it cutte^h off dijcord; condudetb a leagueof everhfting peiee; and is the bounttous author of all good. S. B E R N. in $er. de Refur. We find glory in the Crofs; to us that are frued, it U thepower of Godf and the fulnefs of all venues. EPIG. 12. I followd reft, rtft fled and foon forfeok me1 ran from grief, grief ran and overtook ftiall I do f left I be too much toftOa worldly croffes. Lord, let me be croft. H4 IXX Emhlemes. BooK i. ^(D. aetnorL ttz Book u Emhkmes. nj XIII. PROV. z6. II. As a dog returneth to his vomit, fi a foolreturneth to his folly. OI am wounded! and my wounds do fmartBeyond my patience, or great Chiron s art ^I yeild, I yeild ; the day, the Palm is thine jThy bows more true j thy ftafts more fierce than , hold, O hold thy conquring hand* What needTo fend more darts ? the firft has done the deed :Oft have we ftrng§led, when our e^ual armsShot equal (hafts, inflifted equal harms 5But this exceeds, and with her flaming head,*d with death, has ft ruck my confcience mnft I die ? Ah me ! if that were ail,Then, then Vd ftroke my bleeding wounds, and callThis dart a cordial, and with joy endureThcfe harfh ingredients, where my grict*s my fomcthing whifpers in my dying ear,There is an after-day: which day I fear:The fiender debt to Nature** quickly paid,Difchargd perchance with greater eafe than made ;But if that palefac*d Sergeant make arre
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