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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44991	Emblems with elegant figures newly published by J.H.	Hall, John, 1627-1656.; J. H.	1648 (1648)	Wing H344; ESTC R177726	18,888	124

gold but th' taste bereave And in an instant vanish'd are The other tasted truly fill And further touch't are sweeter still Mad Prodigalls we may a while Hurried away by lust go eat Husks with the nasty hogs but still We no society beget Till that our father doth us fill And we return O let us go Since we such entertainment know EPIGRAM 5. ●t hungry Boy go to yon vine there see ●he grapes of life in purple clusters be ●ere meet with Israels sheepheard 't is his vine ●●'s gardner both and sun to dress and shine 1 How long How long why is not this hour the period of my filthiness Aug. Conf. 2. lib. 8. EVen as the splitting mariner Blasted with storms ●oth in short sighs his vowes profer And so performs 〈◊〉 broken accents what his tongue ●ould not but in the utterance wrong 2 〈◊〉 doth the soul when that the weight Of sin doth lie ●pon her crazie shoulders straight Her groanes do crie ●ishing she knows not what yet more ●hen any language can implore 3 How long my father wilt me leave How long I must 〈◊〉 an inhabitant of th' grave involv'd in dust ●hou who createdst all canst raise 〈◊〉 out of ashes if thou please 4 How every passion is become Mine enemie And drawes me further from the home Where I should be Yet thou canst curb them thou alone Who ne'r wast swaid by passion 5 Oh when shall snowy Innocence My inmate be And I freed from my load of sence Flie up to thee Drown me in blood then I le appear Washt in that crimson river clear 6 Look Lord upon my miseries How they appea● Scribled and fragmented in sighs Before thee here Stop them I pray yet I confess These groanings are my happiness 7 'T is the first step to health to know We are not well I ope my wounds unto thee so Poure oyl and heal And when they 're closed up take care They prove not deeper then they are EPIGRAM 6. Most happy Rhetorick of sighs that bear 's such strong perswasions to Jehovahs eares Which stand most firm when faltring tongue doth fall And when thou speakest worst speak'st best of all 1 Take up and Read Take up and Read Aug. lib. 8. cap. 12. UNhappy boy How art thou now become Thy self thy Tombe Within what darkness dost thou lie Such as that glorious Prince of light Whose smiles inamell every flower Cannot affright But that these vapours still condense the more 2 How are thine eyes Courted with whatsoere The terming eare Or pregnant nature can devise Yet what a winter is within What marble freezings which congeal Though they have been Bath'd in warmed showers which from thine eyes did steal 3 Insatiate soul Which hast devoured each art Yet hungry art And like an empty ship dost roul Where wilt thou once contented rest Exempt from all this fluctuation And fixt thy brest Where 't may repose in a secured station 4 Turn but thine eye And view that folded Oracle That lately fell Heard'st not thou some soft murmur crie TAKE UP AND READ obey there is If tho● canst ope thy purged eare High misteries That can direct thy feet thine eyesight clear 5 Thou never took In hand an harder lesson then Thou did'st begin Prying the secrets of this book For it will teach thee how to set In paths that cannot tread awry Thy wandring feet And shew thee where the source of blisse doth lie EPIGRAM 7. Take up these leaves within that little Room Lie endless depths 't is Gods Autographum The hardest Book and easiest which can give Death to the dying Life to them that live The unlearned rise and take heaven by violence and we with our learning without affection behold where we wallow in flesh and bloud Aug. Conf. lib. 8. cap. 8. VAin curiosity yee lead The mind in mazes make her tread A-side while that she toyles and is not fed O empty searchings do I care If I can slice yon burning sphere To the least atoms and yet near come there Though I can number every flame That fleets within that glorious frame Yet do not look on him that can them name Though I can in my travell'd mind The earth and all her treasures find Yet leaving pride swolne into hills behind Though I can plum the sea and try What monsters in her womb do lie Yet n'ere a drop fall from my frozen eye Am I the better though I could All wisdome with a breath unfold And a heart boundless as the Ocean hold No not a whit unless that he By whom these glorious wonders be Lead me and teach mine eyes himself to see Yet may a modest ignorance Unto so great an height advance And of such sparkling beauties gain a glance He that 's all wisdom do'es not care How full our teeming fancies are Of touring notions if our hearts be clear They are but wildfires that remain With rouling flashes in the brain If that the heart thereby no heat doth gain He is the wisest that doth know To whom he doth allegiance ow To whom his rebell passions ought to bow Who with a rude yet heedy eye His maker finds in every flie And Treads to heaven by humilitie Who with a watchfull heediness An omnipresence doth confess And not by cobweb Theorems express Let others seek to know they shall But into greater blindness fall And ere their course be run know nought at all Since what we know is but a gleam That ow's its lustre to a beam Which from that inf'nite spring of light doth stream EPIGRAM 8. Each minute learn and by that learning know The more thou clim'st the more thou art below Still let thy brain strength to thy heart dispence And think the greatest wisdom's Innocence 1 ● Lord behold my heart which thou pitiedst in the bottomless pit Aug. Conf. lib. 4. cap. 2. LOrd dost thou see This ruddy piece of clay how it doth flie Up towards thee Ambitious of a sweet tranquillity Within thy bosome loe How speedily 't doth go Featherd by active fire Whereby it mount's and towers up higher Then its own groveling thoughts could reach Before that thou didst teach How doth it throw And leave below Those which wear shackles but now trophies are Oh how it flashes Reduc't to ashes Yet were alive till now Those darts are med'cines which destructive were And cut but beds for balm to flow ●●ilst the ascending day forgets 't was ere below 2 Yet this was once Grave to it self bound in most potent chaines Corruptions Whilst a chil'd poison did congeal my veines Which speckledtombestones were Then durst no day appear But darkness shrowded all And thick Egyptian damps did fall I knew not I benighted was Or else a night did cause Pleas'd that I lay Without a ray Till thou great world of light broke out 〈◊〉 the● My chains did fall I that was all One issicle became One tear and now my veines ran bloud again● Take Lord what thou thy self didst frame And on

's see This massie globe of th' Earth 's far less then they 3 Trust not from this thy sense with things that are Above her sphear Shee 's purblinde and at distance cannot see Things as they be Reason may help but not secure her either May err together Nothing more wilde and weak and erring than The reason of poor incollected man 4 But faith which seeme's to overthrow her quite Set's her aright And drawe's remotest objects home unto her That what before Was small and too too bright she could not see May now agree Faith is the best prospective they who rest Without her seeing most do see the least EPIGRAM 1. ●●ey talk of killing monsters ' lass Faith is View her attempts the greatest Hercules 〈◊〉 things the most impossible doth know 〈◊〉 to believe and that because th' are so 〈◊〉 thou of little faith why did'st thou doubt Matth. 14. vers 31. DO'st thou behold this little ball These fleeting bubbles this round toy Which children well may play withall And with a wanton breath destroy Though it be small upon it lie's The spreading heavens contracted face And the vast volume of the skies Designed in so strait a space That sea of light which sent forth streams And yet is inexhaustible And never poor of golden beams Can on these lines his courses tell Whether he towards the Crab doth roul Or give 's the Ram a fleece of gold Whether we warmth in 's presence feel Or in his absence biteing cold There 's near a lesser light but here Whether 't be fix't or more unstaid Doth in a fained course appear And in its motion is displaid Yet ne're the less doth every one Uninterrupted undisturb'd Go in its former motion Free and no more then ever curb'd The sun gild's and benight's the moon whom th' Ocean flatter's as before And doth where shee 'l lead him run Nor are the planets wandrings more They do not sure and if thine eyes Discover what thou art within That spirit which imprison'd lies What a vast essence will be seen Stay her within the bounds of sence Imagination's infinite But with that heavie load dispence Then she can take a vaster flight Nay grasp whole heaven though it be Without all measure and all end For in her strength and power be The greatest things to comprehend EPIGRAM 2. ●his globe ha's somewhat in 't of every star ●ans soul of each thing some small character ●ow els could a pure intellect be seen ●o turn at any time to any thing 1 ●ho against hope believed in hope Rom. 4. vers 18. HOw come's this chrystall liquor which before Crept through the aufractuous cavern of the earth ●o mount aloft and so directly soar ●s if ashamed of so mean a birth And so would force it self among the clouds From whenceit first ran down in woolley flouds 2 ●n wise Philosophie which can reveal ●●to the sence most hidden mysteries ●riddle this strange Theoreme and tell ●●ence such a hidden cause retired lies 〈◊〉 nature such strange operation is As sometimes teacheth fools blinde's the wise 3 ●●●●cause some sulphure lurk's in privie veines 〈◊〉 make's the wanton water boyl above 〈◊〉 doth the unconstant Oceans trembling plain ●●s diurnall reflux hither move ●nd forcing passage fill the spring-head so ●hat the imprison'd waves do upward go 4 What ere it is learn soul by this to scorn The poor and humble dwellings of the earth Be on thy own wings up to heaven born And gain rest there where thou had'st first 〈◊〉 bi●● Although that here below thou think'st th' 〈◊〉 Thy freedomes but a glorious slavery 5 Learn to believe impossibilities Such as are so to reason not to hope To pose thy sence and contradict thine eyes To set in darkness and in light to grope Struggle with that which doth least easie seen A little child can swim along the stream 6 This is the way heaven stand's on high and t●● Who would go thither must be sure to clime Labor in this is easie wh'ould not chose To gain a scepter with a wearied lim Virtue is ever proudest in her toyles And think 's thick showres of sweat her grea● spoyl EPIGRAM 3. 〈◊〉 the heavens thou wouldst thy sight direct 〈◊〉 stubborn reason unto faith subject 〈◊〉 canst thou else with humane mists dispēse 〈◊〉 reason sees but with the eyes of sense 〈◊〉 ●as afraid least thou wouldest hear me and deliver me instantly from the disease of lust which I rather wished might be satisfied Aug. Conf. lib. 8. Cap. 7. 1 THe Ermine rather chose to die A Martyr of its purity ●●en that one uncouth soile should stain 〈◊〉 hitherto preserved skin 2 〈◊〉 thus resolv'd she thinks it good 〈◊〉 write her whitenesse in her blood 〈◊〉 I had rather die then e're ●●ntinue from my soulnesse cleere 3 Nay I suppose by that I live That onely doth destruction give Mad-man I am I turn mine Eye On every side but what doth lie 4 Within I ●an no better find Then if I ever had been blind Is this the reason thou dost claime Thy sole prerogative to frame 5 Engines again thy self O fly Thy self as greatest enemy And think thou sometimes life wilt get By a secure contemning it EPIGRAM 6. ●ee how these poisnous passions gnaw feed Upon the tortur'd heart in which they breed And when their poison spent these Vipers dy The worme of conscience doth their room supply I said in the cutting off of my daies I shall goe to the gates of the grave Isa 38 10. MY Life is measur'd by this glasse this glasse By all those little Sands that thorough passe See how they presse see how they strive w ch shall With greatest speed greatest quicknesse fall See how they raise a little Mount and then With their own weight doe levell it agen But when th'have all got thorough they give o're Their nimble sliding down and move no more Just such is man whose houres stil forward run Being almost finisht ere they are begun So perfect nothings such light blasts are we That ere w' are ought at all we cease to be Do what we will our hasty minutes fly And while we sleep what do we else but die How transient are our Joyes how short their day They creep on towards us but flie away How stinging are our sorrows where they gain But the least footing there they will remain How groundles are our hopes how they deceive Our childish thoughts and onely sorrow leave How reall are our fears they blast us still Still rend us still with gnawing passions fill How senselesse are our wishes yet how great With what toil we pursue them with what sweat Yet most times for our hurts so small we see Like Children crying for some Mercurie This gapes for Marriage yet his fickle head Knows not what cares waite on a marriage-bed This vowes Virginity yet knowes not what Lonenesse griefe discontent attends that state Desires of wealth anothers wishes hold And yet