Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.

ODE. 40.

1.

Move me no more, mad world, it is in va•…•…ne, Experience tells me plaine I should deceived be, If ever I againe should trust in thee. My weary heart hath ransackt all Thy treasuries both great, and small, And thy large inventories beares in minde: Yet could it never finde One place wherein to rest, Though it hath often tried all the best.

2.

Thy profits brought me losse in stead of gaine, And all thy pleasures paine: Thine honours blurr'd my name With the deep staines of self-confounding shame, Thy wisdome made me turne starke fool, And all the learning, that thy school Afforded me, was not enough to make

Me know my self, and take Care of my better part, Which should have perished for all thine heart.

3.

Not that there is not place of rest in thee For others: but for me There is, there can be, none: That God, that made mine heart, is he alone, That of himself both can, and will, Give rest unto my thoughts, and fill Them full of all content, and quietne•…•…, That so I may •…•… My soule in patience, Untill he find it time to call me hence.

4.

On thee then, as a sure foundation, A tried corner-stone, Lord, I will strive to raise The tow'r of my salvation, and thy praise. In thee, as in my center, shall The lines of all my longings fall. To thee, as to mine anchor, surely ti'd My ship shall safely ride. On thee, as on my bed Of soft repose, I'll rest my weary head.

5.

Thou, thou alone, shalt be my whole desire, I'll nothing else require, But thee, or for thy sake. In thee I'll sleepe secure, and when I wake Thy glorious face shall satisfie The longing of my looking eye. I'll roule my self on thee, as on my rock,

And threatning dangers mock. Of thee, as of my treasure, I'll boast, and bragge, my comforts know no measure.

6

Lord, thou shalt be mine All, I will not know A profit here below, But what •…•… on thee: Thou shalt be all the pleasure I will see In any thing the earth affords. Mine heart shall owne no words Of honour, out of which I cannot raise The matter of thy praise. Nay, I will not be mine, Unlesse thou wilt vouchsafe to have me thine.