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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Title
Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.
Author
Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.
Publication
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.
Pages
ODE 2.
1.
Laid downe already? and so fast asleepe?Thy precious heart left loosly on thime hand,Which with all diligence thou shouldest keep,And guard against those enemies, that standReady prepar'd to plunge it in the deepOf all distresse? Rouze thee, and understandIn time, what in the end thou must confesse,That misery at last and wretchednesseIs all the fruit that springs from slothfull idlenesse.
2.
Whilst thou list soaking in security,Thou drown'st thy selfe in sensuail delight,And wallow'st in debauched luxurie,Which when thou art awake and see'st, will frightThine heart with horror. When thou shalt de•…•…cry
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By the daylight the danger of the night,Then, then, if not too late, thou wilt confesse,That endlesse misery and wretchednesseIs all the fruit that springs from riotous excesse.
3.
Whilst thou dost pamper thy proud flesh, and thrustInto thy panch the prime of all thy store,Thou dost but gather fuell for that lust,Which boyling in thy liver runneth o're,And frieth in thy throbbing veines, which mustNeeds vent, or burst, when they can hold no more.But oh consider what thou shalt confesseAt last, that misery and wretchednesseIs all the fruit that springs from lustfull wantonnesse.
4.
Whilst thou dost feed effeminate desiresWith spumy pleasures, whilst fruitionThe coals of lust fannes into flaming fires,And spurious delights thou doatest on,Thy mind through cold remisnesse ev'n expires,And all the active vigour of't is gone.Take heed in time, or else thou shalt confesseAt last that misery and wretchednesseIs all the fruit that springs from carelesse-mindednesse.
5.
Whilst thy regardlesse sense-dissolved mindLies by unbent, that should have been thy springOf motion, all thy headstrong passions findThemselves let loose, and follow their own swing,Forgetfull of the great account behind,As though there never would be such a thing,But, when it comes indeed, thou wilt confesseThat misery alone and wre•…•…hednesseIs all the fruit that springs from soule forgetfulnesse.
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6.
Whilst thou remembrest not thy later end,Nor what a reck'ning one day thou must make,Putting no difference betwixt foe and friend,Thou suffer'st hellish Fiends thine heart to take,Who, all the while thou triflest, doe attend,Ready to bring it to the burning lakeOf fire and brimstone: where thou shalt confesseThat endlesse misery and wretchednesseIs all the fruit that springs from stupid heartlesnesse.
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