. Emblems, divine and moral . are months, my months are years, My years are ages to be spent in tears : My grief s entailed upon my wasteful breath, Which no recovry can cut off but death. Breath drawn in cottages, puff*d out in moans, Begins, continues, and concludes in groans. loo EMBLEMS. book hi. Innocent, de Vilitate Condit. who will give mine eyes a fountain of tears, thatI may bewail the miserable ingress of mans condi-tion ; the sinful progress of mans conversation ; thedamnable egress in mans dissolution ? I will considerwith tears, whereof man was made, what man doth,and wh
. Emblems, divine and moral . are months, my months are years, My years are ages to be spent in tears : My grief s entailed upon my wasteful breath, Which no recovry can cut off but death. Breath drawn in cottages, puff*d out in moans, Begins, continues, and concludes in groans. loo EMBLEMS. book hi. Innocent, de Vilitate Condit. who will give mine eyes a fountain of tears, thatI may bewail the miserable ingress of mans condi-tion ; the sinful progress of mans conversation ; thedamnable egress in mans dissolution ? I will considerwith tears, whereof man was made, what man doth,and what man is to do ! alas ! he is formed of earth,conceived in sin, born to punishment: he doth evilthings which are not lawful; he doth filthy things,which are not decent; he doth vain things, which arenot expedient. Epig. heart, thy life s a debt by bond, which bearsA secret date ; the use is groans and tears :Plead not ; usurious nature will have all,As well the intrest as the principal. EMBLEMS. 189 BOOK THE FOURTH, My $oul hath coveted to desire thy judgments - Psalm cxlx. ROM. Vn. 23. / see another law in my members warring against thelaw of my mind, and bringing me into captivity tothe law of sin. r\ HOW my will is hurried to and fro, And how my unresolvd resolyes do vary ! 190 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. I know not where to fix, sometimes I go This way, then that, and then the quite contrary :I like, dislike ; lament for what I could not;I do, undo ; yet still do what I should not,And, at the selfsame instant, will the thing I wouldnot. Thus are my weather-beaten thoughts opprest With th earth-bred winds of my prodigious will ;Thus am I hourly tost from east to westUpon the rolling streams of good and ill:Thus am I drivn upon the slippry sudsFrom real ills to false apparent goods :My life s a troubled sea, composd of ebbs and floods. The curious penman, having trimmd his pageWith the dead language of his dabbled fall a heedless drop, then in a rageCashiers the fr
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