. Emblems, divine and moral . h, being got,Make firm possession but a thoroughfare ;Or, if they stay,they furrow thoughts the deeper;And, being kept with care, they lose their careful_^ keeper. 60 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. S. Greg. Horn. iii. secund. Parte Ezech, If we give more to the flesh than we ought, wenourish an enemy ; if we give not to her necessitywhat we ought, we destroy a citizen: the flesh isto be satisfied so far as suffices to our good; who-soever alloweth so much to her as to make herproud, knoweth not how to be satisfied : to be sa-tisfied is a great art; lest, by the satiety of thefl
. Emblems, divine and moral . h, being got,Make firm possession but a thoroughfare ;Or, if they stay,they furrow thoughts the deeper;And, being kept with care, they lose their careful_^ keeper. 60 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. S. Greg. Horn. iii. secund. Parte Ezech, If we give more to the flesh than we ought, wenourish an enemy ; if we give not to her necessitywhat we ought, we destroy a citizen: the flesh isto be satisfied so far as suffices to our good; who-soever alloweth so much to her as to make herproud, knoweth not how to be satisfied : to be sa-tisfied is a great art; lest, by the satiety of theflesh, we break forth into the iniquity of her folly. Hugo de Anima. The heart is a small thing, but desireth great mat-ters. It is not sufiicient for a kites dinner, yet thewhole world is not sufficient for it. Epig. 12. What makes thee, fool, so fat? Fool, thee so bare ?Ye suck the selfsame milk, the selfsame air:No mean betwixt all paunch, and skin and bone?The means a virtue, and the world has none. BOOK 1. E3IBLEMS. 61 Da mihi frtna timor; l)a mihi calcar amor. JOHN 111. IJ. Men love darkness rather than light, because their deeds are evil. J^ORD, when we leave the world and come lo thee. How dull, how slug are we !How backward! How prepostrous is the motionOf our uogaio devotion! 62 EMBLEMS. BOCK 1. Oi!r thoughts are millstones, and our souls are lead, And our desires are dead :Our vows are fairly promisd, faintly paid; Or broken, or not made :Our better work (if any good) attends Upon our private ends :In whose performance one poor worldly scoff Foils us, or beats us thy sharp scourge find out some secret fault, We grumble or revolt;And if thy gentle hand forbear, we stray, Or idly lose the the road fair, we loiter; cloggd with mire, We stick, or else retire:A lamb appears a lion; and we fear, Each bush we sees a our dull souls direct our thoughts to thee. As slow as snails are we:But at the earth we dart our wingd desire; We burn, we burn like
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