. Emblemes . faint already : If 1 bleed, I die. Jef. fis either thou mufl bleed, fick foul, or I ;My blouds a cordial. He that fucks my cleanfe his ovvn, and conquer greater painsThen thefe : cheer up ; this precious blood of mineShall cure thy giief; my heart for thine ;Believe and view me with a faithful foul fhall neither languifh, bleed, nor die. S. AUG* Book. 3 Emhlemes. x3^ S, AllGllS. lib. 10. ConfeiV. Lordybe merciful unto mci Ah me I Behold ^ Ihide/Wtmwounds: Thou art a ^hyfiiian, and 1 am [tc\; thojt art mere!fnl:> and I am mifernble, .. - - S. GREG
. Emblemes . faint already : If 1 bleed, I die. Jef. fis either thou mufl bleed, fick foul, or I ;My blouds a cordial. He that fucks my cleanfe his ovvn, and conquer greater painsThen thefe : cheer up ; this precious blood of mineShall cure thy giief; my heart for thine ;Believe and view me with a faithful foul fhall neither languifh, bleed, nor die. S. AUG* Book. 3 Emhlemes. x3^ S, AllGllS. lib. 10. ConfeiV. Lordybe merciful unto mci Ah me I Behold ^ Ihide/Wtmwounds: Thou art a ^hyfiiian, and 1 am [tc\; thojt art mere!fnl:> and I am mifernble, .. - - S. GREG. inPaftoral. 0 wifdome y mthhow fwcet anart dothPhy wine andjiyirefiore health to my healthlefs foul! How powerfidly an thou! Fowerfal forlnefrncrciful tf ?// ■. EPIG. ^ Canft thou be fick, and fuch a Doftor by -Thou canft not live, unlefs thy Dodor die !Strange kind of grief, that finds no medcine goodTo fwage her pains, but the Phyficians bloud I 14® Evihlemes^ Books -^\ficiniii\ ^rr Book 3, BmHemes^ 141 IV. Psalm 25. 18. u t . • & 4, * - Xj?^^ fiponrnj affliRion and mj pain ^ and for-give all mjfinnes. BOch woik and Ilrokes ? both Ia{h and bbour too >Whic more couJd Edom, or proud Aftiur do ?Stripes after flripes } and blows fucceeding blows?Lord, has thy fcourge no mercy, and my woesNo end } my pains no eafe > no intermlmon ?Is this the ftate ^ Is this the fad conditionOf thofc that truft thee > will thy goodnefs pleafcT^allow no other favours } none but thefe ?VVill not the i h^trick of my torments move >Are thefe the fymptomes, thefe the fignes of love ?Isc not enough^ enough that I fulfilThe toylfome task of thy laborious mill ?May no-: this labour expiate and purgeMy finne;, without thaddltion of thy fcourge ?I-ook on my cloudy brow, how faft it rainsSad Hiowers of fweat , the fruits of fruitlefs pains : • Behold thife ridges ,• fee what purple furrowsThy plow has made • O think upon thofc forrowsTh
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