. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . oans and tearsHarmonious raptures in th Almightys ears ? BOOK THE FIFTH. EMBLEM I. Canticles v. 8. / charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find mybeloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. You, holy virgins, that so oft surround The citys siipphire walls ; whose snowy feetMeasure the pearly paths of sacred ground. And trace the new Jeruslems jasper street;Ah ! you whose care-forsaken hearts are crowndWith your best wishes : that enjoy the sweetOf all
. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . oans and tearsHarmonious raptures in th Almightys ears ? BOOK THE FIFTH. EMBLEM I. Canticles v. 8. / charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find mybeloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. You, holy virgins, that so oft surround The citys siipphire walls ; whose snowy feetMeasure the pearly paths of sacred ground. And trace the new Jeruslems jasper street;Ah ! you whose care-forsaken hearts are crowndWith your best wishes : that enjoy the sweetOf all your hopes; if eer you chance to spyMy absent love, O tell him that I lieDeep wounded with the flame that furnacd from hiseye. I charge you, virgins, as you hope to hear The heavnly music of your lovers voice;I charge you, by the solemn faith 3/e bear To plighted vows, and to the loyal choiceOf your affections; or, if aught more dear You hold ; by Hymen ; by your marriage joys ;I charge you tell him that a flaming dart,Shot from his eye, hath piercd my bleedingheart,And I am sick of love and languish in my smart. B o o k; EMBLEM L Cmit ,1 -ft. J) r/Jfu/tt/i, tl/if tm FftUHr rl/t/lfflitf// tin /ilftlft/1 rffH .PtcA- r^/.rff . BOOK V. EMBLEMS. 71 Tell him, O tell him, how my panting breast Is scorchd with flames, and how my soul is pind;*Tell him, O tell him, how I lie opprest With the full torments of a troubled mind ;O tell him, tell him, that he loves in jest,But I in earnest; tell him hes unkind ;But if a discontented frown appearsUpon his angry brow, accost his earsWith soft and fewer words, and act the rest in tears- O tell him that his cruelties deprive My soul of peace, while peace in vain she seeks;Tell him those damask roses, that did strive With white, both fade upon my sallow cheeks ;Tell hira no token doth proclaim I live, But tears, and sighs, and sobs, and sudden shrieks;Thus if your piercing words should chance to boreHis hearkning hear, and move
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