. Emblems, divine and moral . kinclle be But nightly glow-worms, if compard to thee. * Refection ; refreshment. BOOK V. EMBLEMS. 115 Without tiiy presence wealth are bags of cares; Wisdom bat folly ; joy, disquiet sadness :Friendship is treason, and delights are snares; Pleasures but pain, and mirth but pleasingmadness:Without thee, Lord, tilings be not what they be;Nor have they being, when compard with thee. lu having all things, and not thee, what have I? Not having thee, what have my labours got ?Let me enjoy but thee, what farther crave I ° And, having thee alone, what have I not ?I wish
. Emblems, divine and moral . kinclle be But nightly glow-worms, if compard to thee. * Refection ; refreshment. BOOK V. EMBLEMS. 115 Without tiiy presence wealth are bags of cares; Wisdom bat folly ; joy, disquiet sadness :Friendship is treason, and delights are snares; Pleasures but pain, and mirth but pleasingmadness:Without thee, Lord, tilings be not what they be;Nor have they being, when compard with thee. lu having all things, and not thee, what have I? Not having thee, what have my labours got ?Let me enjoy but thee, what farther crave I ° And, having thee alone, what have I not ?I wish nor sea, nor land; nor would I bePossessd of Heavn, Heavn unpossessd of thee. Bonavent. Soliloq. Cap. i. Alas! my God, now I understand (but blushto confess) that the beauty of thy creatures hathdeceived mine eyes, and I have not observed thatthou art more amiable than all thy creatures; towhich thou hast communicated but one drop ofthy inestimable beauty: for who hath adornedthe heavens with stars ? who hath stored the air. Pialm MvZot ui Jlf^er/iW dreary-Honv/ faa*fe&And in, tAeFenteofJLedarlr/iu^t: dnf/1 . BOOK V.—EMBLEM VII. Psalm CXX. 5. Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar ! Is Natures course dissolvd ? doth Times glass stand ?Or hath some frolic heart set back the handOf Fates perpetual clock ?■ willt never strike ?Is crazy Time grown lazy, faint, or sickWith very age ? or hath that great purroyal*Of adamantine sisters late made trialOf some new trade ? shall mortal hearts grow oldIn sorrow ? shall my weary arms infoldAnd underprop my panting sides for ever ?Is there no charitable hand will severMy well-spun thread, that my imprisond soulMay be deliverd from this dull dark holeOf dungeon flesh ? O shall I, shall I neverBe ransomd, but remain a slave for ever ?It is the lot of man but once to die;But, ere that death, how many deaths have I \ * Purroyal; pair-royal. 118 EMBLEMS. BOOK V. What human madness makes the world afrai
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