. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . rong is Love divine,Wlien its maturely grovvn !No other ObjedL^ it v/ill join,Tis all in ail alone. H The facred flaming Dart,If once ir pierce the Breaft,It ftrikeslis Anguiih thro the HeartNor gives a Moments Rell, If Christ his Smiles withdraws, Its Conllancy to tis to know the Caufe, And to regain his Love. The Moral. The humble Soul by Penitence reclaimdFrom f^id Relapfe, which had her Honour with unwearyd Steps, by Day and Night,Again to repoiTefs her dear Delght ;L
. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . rong is Love divine,Wlien its maturely grovvn !No other ObjedL^ it v/ill join,Tis all in ail alone. H The facred flaming Dart,If once ir pierce the Breaft,It ftrikeslis Anguiih thro the HeartNor gives a Moments Rell, If Christ his Smiles withdraws, Its Conllancy to tis to know the Caufe, And to regain his Love. The Moral. The humble Soul by Penitence reclaimdFrom f^id Relapfe, which had her Honour with unwearyd Steps, by Day and Night,Again to repoiTefs her dear Delght ;Longs to enjoy thofe pleafmg Scenes her own Follies from her Sight begs the Prayers of her pious Friends,And in the Temple conilantly attends ;Of thofe who minifcer the facrcd Word,Enquires where fhe may find her dearell S:one (he leaves unturnd, no Means Heavn and Earth, and will not be denyd,Till his loll Favour fhe can feei of his mutual Love i; we!! allurd. [ ISO ] \. •..•• •..•• ••..•• \^- \y-^\ E M B L E M The Spoufe of Chriil is fick with Love ;And what her Sicknefs can remove ?If Hell but write a Recipe,No other Dodor need, llie fee. [ 31 ]EMBLEM II. ANT. 11. 5- The ^s Lcze. HOW vaflr was my Redeemers Love,When he defcendeJ frcm above !Vvhen He a horean Form affumJ,And to a cruel Dtath was docmd ! Of Him no Faveurs could I daim,Foifeit to Pciufhrnent Shame ;Pity alone to Tvlan ^,Was the fole Motite in his Bread. O I am raviO-id with the Thought !To the third Heavens I am .caught 1My Spirits fink ! I fv/oon, I die,Uiilefi ff€lh Strength thy Grace fiipply. The Moral. Who that confiders whatour Saviour didFor us, frthen on the curfed Tree he bled ;Whothat beholds his facred Temples boundWith pricking Thorrs, cortemptuoufly crcwnd ;Who that thofe Hands, to blefs and heal piercd with lion patiently endurd ;Who heirs his , or views his dying Loek,By Men i
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