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XIII.
[illustration]
Emblemes by Francis Quarles.
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- Title
- Emblemes by Francis Quarles.
- Author
- Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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- Cambridge :: Printed by R. D. for Francis Eglesfeild ...,
- 1643.
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JOHN 3. 19.
Men love darknesse rather then light, because their deeds are evil.
LOrd, when we leave the world and come to Thee, How dull, how slug are wee!
How backward! how preposterous is the motion Of our ungain devotion!
Our thoughts are milstones, and our souls are lead, And our desires are dead:
Our vowes are fairly promis'd, faintly paid; Or broken, or not made:
Our better work (if any good) attends Upon our private ends:
In whose performance one poore worldly scoff Foyls us, or beats us off.
If thy sharp 〈◊〉〈◊〉 find out some secret fault, We grumble or revolt:
And if thy gentle hand forbear, we stray, Or idly lose the way.
Is the road fair? we loyter: cloggd with mire? We stick, or else retire:
A lamb appears a lyon; and we feare, Each bush we see's a bear.
When our dull souls direct their thoughts to thee,
The soft-pac'd snayl is not so slow as we:
But when at ea•…•…th we dart our wing'd desire, We burn, we burn like •…•…ire.
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Like as the am'rous needle joyes to bend
To her Magnetick friend:
Or as the greedy Lovers eye-balls flye
At his fair Mistres eye:
So, so we cling to earth; we flie and puff,
Yet flie not fast enough.
If pleasure becken with her balmy hand,
Her beck's a strong command:
If honour call us with her courtly breath,
An houres delay is death:
If profits golden singer'd charms enveigle's,
We clip more s•…•…ift then Eagles:
Let Auster weep, or blustring Boreas rore
Till eyes or lungs be sore:
Let Neptune swell untill his dropsie-sides
Burst into broken tides:
Nor threat'ning rocks, nor winds, nor waves, nor fire
Can curb our fierce desire;
Nor fire nor rocks can stop our surious minds,
Nor waves, nor winds.
How fast and fearelsse do our footsteps flee!
The lightfoot Roe-buck's not so swift as we.
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S. AUGUST. sup. Psal. 64.
Two severall Lovers built two severall Cities; The love of God buildeth a Jerusalem; The love of the world buildeth a Babylon: Let every one enquire of himself what he lov•…•…th, and he shall resolve himself of whence he is a Citizen.S. AUGUST. lib. 3. Confess.
All things are d•…•…iven by their own weight, and tend to their own center: My weight is my love; by that I am driven whithersoever I am driven.Ibidem.
Lord, he loveth thee the lesse, that loveth any thing with thee, which he loveth not for thee.
EPIG. 13.
Lord, scourge my Asse if she should make no hast,
And curb my Stag if he should flie too fast:
If he be overswif•…•…, or sh•…•… prove idle,
Let Love lend him a spur: Fear, her, a bridle.