. Emblems, divine and moral . h wings of my desires shall beSo dull, they cannot mount the least degree,Yet grant my sole desire, but of desiring thee. 204 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. S. Berx. Med. ix. My heart is a vain heart, a vagabond and in-stable heart; while it is led by its own judgment,and wanting divine counsel, cannot subsist in it-self; and whilst it divers ways seekest rest, find-eth none, but reniaineth miserable through labour,and void of peace: it agreeth not with itself, itdissenteth from itself; it altereth resolutions,chaugeth the judgment, frameth new thoughts,puUeth down the old, and
. Emblems, divine and moral . h wings of my desires shall beSo dull, they cannot mount the least degree,Yet grant my sole desire, but of desiring thee. 204 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. S. Berx. Med. ix. My heart is a vain heart, a vagabond and in-stable heart; while it is led by its own judgment,and wanting divine counsel, cannot subsist in it-self; and whilst it divers ways seekest rest, find-eth none, but reniaineth miserable through labour,and void of peace: it agreeth not with itself, itdissenteth from itself; it altereth resolutions,chaugeth the judgment, frameth new thoughts,puUeth down the old, and buildeth them up again:it willeth and willeth not; and never remainethin the same state. S. August, de Vei^h. Apost. When it would, it cannot; because when itmight, it would not: therefore by an evil willman lost his good power. EpiG. 1. My soul, how are thy thoughts disturbd, confind,Enlargd betwixt thy members and thy mind!Fix here or there; thy doubt-depending causeCan neer expect one verdict tvvixt two laws. fiOOK 4. 205. PSALM CXIX. 5. 0 that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes ! 1 Hus I, the object of the worlds disdain,With pilgrim face surround the weary earth • I only relish what the world counts vain;Her mirths my grief j her sullen grief, my mirth;Her light my darkness; and her tmth my freedom is my gaol; and her delight my terror. 206 EMBLEMS. BOOK ^. Fond earth! proportion not my seeming loveTo my long stay 3 let not my thoughts deceivethee;Thou art my prison, and my homes above;My lifes a preparation but to leave thee :Like one that seeks a door, I walk about thee:With thee I cannot live; I cannot live without thee. The worlds a labrinth, whose anfractuous ways Are all composd of rubs and crookd meanders:No resting here; hes hurried back that staysA thought; and he that goes unguided, wanders:Her way is dark, her path untrod, unevn;So hards the way from earth; so hards the wayto Heavn. This gyring labrinth is betrenchd about On either hand w it
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