. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . ws. Which neither I can break, nor He deny :Bewail the torments of his loyal spouse, That for his sake would make a sport to die:O blessed virgins, how my passion tiresBeneath the burden of her fond desires !Heavn never shot such flames, earth never felt suchfires I * Pind, consumed, ■wasted with ^ief. * Elegious, plaintive, or complaining, 72 EMBLEMS. BOOK. V. S. August. 3Ied. Cap. xl. What shall I say ? what shall I do ? wither shallI 20 ? where shall I seek him
. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . ws. Which neither I can break, nor He deny :Bewail the torments of his loyal spouse, That for his sake would make a sport to die:O blessed virgins, how my passion tiresBeneath the burden of her fond desires !Heavn never shot such flames, earth never felt suchfires I * Pind, consumed, ■wasted with ^ief. * Elegious, plaintive, or complaining, 72 EMBLEMS. BOOK. V. S. August. 3Ied. Cap. xl. What shall I say ? what shall I do ? wither shallI 20 ? where shall I seek him ? or when shall I findhim \ whom shall I ask ? who will tell my belovedthat I am sick of love ? Guliel. in Cap. v. Cant. I live, but not I; it is my beloved that liveth inme: I love myself, not with my own love, but withthe love of my beloved, that loveth me; I love notmyself in myself, but myself in him, and him inme. Epig. not, my soul, nor let thy love wax faint:Weepst thou to lose the cause of thy complaint ?Hell come; Love neer was bound to time nor laws;Till then thy tears complain without a cause. BO O K 2. Caut /,<. //m- /■ /r/t//.v. f/i,- rr,/i,t,i/1,ir/.■ n ,//<■ ////wi/zif/ /■/■/•ft//r t///ii Sf/i/. BOOK v.—EMBLEM II. Canticles ii. 5. Stay me with Jlowers,* comfort me with apples : forI am sick of love. O TYRANT Love ! how doth thy sovreign powr Subject poor souls to thy imperious thrall!They say thy cup s composd of sweet and sour ; They say thy diets honey, mixd with gall:How comes it then to pass these lips of ourfStill trade in bitter : taste no sweet at all ?O tyrant Love ! shall our perpetual toilNeer find a sabbath, to refresh awhileOur drooping souls 1 Art thou all frowns, and neera smile ? Ye blessed maids of honour, that frequent The royal courts of our renownd Jehove,:};With flowrs restore my spirits faint and spent;O fetch me apples from Loves fruitful grove,To cool my palate, and renew my s
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