. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . i. 1. As the heal t panteth after the ivater-hrooks, so pantethmy soul after thee, O God. How shall my tongue express that hallowd fire Which heaven hath kindled in my ravishd heart ?What muse shall I invoke that will inspire My lowly quill to act a lofty part ?What art shall I devise t express desireToo intricate to be expressd by art ?Let all the Nine be silent; 1 refuseTheir aid in this high task, for they abuseThe flames of love too much: assist me Davids Muse
. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . i. 1. As the heal t panteth after the ivater-hrooks, so pantethmy soul after thee, O God. How shall my tongue express that hallowd fire Which heaven hath kindled in my ravishd heart ?What muse shall I invoke that will inspire My lowly quill to act a lofty part ?What art shall I devise t express desireToo intricate to be expressd by art ?Let all the Nine be silent; 1 refuseTheir aid in this high task, for they abuseThe flames of love too much: assist me Davids Muse. Not as the thirsty soil desires soft showrs To quicken and refresh her embryon grain,*Nor as the drooping crests of fading fiowrs Request the bounty of a morning I desire my God: these in few hoursRe-wish what late their wishes did obtain :But as the swift-foot hart doth, wounded, flyTo th much desired streams, een so do IPant after thee my God, whom I must find, or die. Before a pack of deep-mouthd lusts I flee;O they have singled out me panting heart, * Embryon giain ; seed iu the earth not grown up. BUG K V. 5,^1. K M]i T. K Ivl II Pfnlm t2 1/,!// i/y ///( //ii// /At fi-r///it/S//-f/r///.\-i/iAr /r//i, /., iih//.i/, iin .Vri// ;/ BOOK V. EMBLEMS. 101 And wanton Cupid, sitting in a tree; Hath piercd my bosom with a flaming dart:My soul, being spent, for refuge seeks to cannot find where thou, my Refuge, art;Like as the swift-foot hart doth, wounded, flyTo the desird streams, een so do IPant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or die. At length, by flight, I overwent the pack; Thou drewst the wanton dart from out my wound :The blood that followd left a purple track, Which brought a serpent, but in shape a hound :We strove, he bit me ; but thou breakst his back ;I left him grovlling on th envenomd ground :But as the serpent-bitten hart doth flyTo the long longd-for streams, een so did 1Pant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or die. If lust
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