. Emblems divine and moral . lii. 1. As the heart panteth after the luater-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 desire- Too 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 d
. Emblems divine and moral . lii. 1. As the heart panteth after the luater-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 desire- Too 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 flowrs Request the bounty of a morning rain,Do 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 grain; seed in the earth not grown up. B o o k: ^^. ElVfBLKM 11. Pfalnv Iji , (IX f/ii //,//■/ ///( fi< /f/ii/ S/fr fii//.y(/r.\ir( .V,tSr /f //ii-/,< rdf//ji/r nn- Ar/// inyiifcv. 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 woundThe 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 IPant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or die. If lust should chase my soul, made swift by fright,Thou art the stream whereto my soul is bound ;Or
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