Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.
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Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.
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Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.
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London :: Printed for H. Blunden ...,
1647.
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Emblem books.
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"Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A43639.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 15, 2024.
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The trying of the Heart.
PROV. 17.3.
The fining pot for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the Lord trieth the hearts.
Epigr. 21.
THine heart, my deer, more precious is then gold,Or the most precious things that can be told:Provided first that my pure fire have tri'dOut all the drosse, and passe it purifi'd.
ODE. 21.
1.
What? take it at adventure, and not tryWhat metall it is made of? No, not I.Should I now lightly let it passe,Take sullen lead for silver, sounding brasseIn stead of solid gold, alas,What would become of it? In the great dayOf making jewells 't would be cast away.
2.
The heart thou giv'st me must be such a one,As is the same throughout. I will have noneBut that, which will abide the fire.'Tis not a glitt'ring outside I desire,Whose seeming shewes doe soone expire:But reall worth within, which neither drosie,Nor base allayes, make subject unto losse.
3.
If in the composition of thine heart
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A stubborne steely wilfulnesse have part,That will not bow and bend to me,Save onely in a meer formalityOf tinsell-trim'd hypocrisie,I care not for it, though it shew as faire,As the first blush of the Sun-gilded aire.
4.
The heart that in my furnace will not melt,When it the glowing heat thereof hath feltTurne liquid, and dillolve in tearesOf true repentance for its faults, that hearesMy threatning voyce, and never feares,Is not an heart worth having. If it beAn heart of stone, 't is not an heart for me.
5.
The heart, that cast into my fornace spits,And sparkles in my face, falls into fitsOf discontented grudging, whinesWhen it is broken of its will, repinesAt the least suffering, declinesMy fatherly correction, is an heartOn which I care not to bestow mine art.
6.
The heart that in my flames asunder flies,Scatters it selse at randon, and so liesIn heapes of ashes here, and there,Whose dry d•…•…persed parts will not draw nee•…•…To one another, and adhereIn a firme union, hath no metall in'tFit to be stamp'd, and coyned in my mint.
7.
The heart, that vapours out it selfe in smoak,And with those cloudy shadowes thinks to cloak
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Its empty nakednesse, how muchSo ever thou esteemest it, is suchAs never will endure my touch.Before I tak't for mine then I will trieWhat kind of metall in thine heart' doth lie.
8.
I'll bring it to my furnace, and there seeWhat it will prove, what it is like to be.If it be gold, it will be sureThe hottest fire that can be to endure,And I shall draw it out more pure.Affliction may refine, but cannot wast,That heart wherein my love is fixed fast.
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