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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43639	Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.	Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.; Haeften, Benedictus van, 1588-1648. Schola cordis.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1647 (1647)	Wing H183; ESTC R13211	45,471	208

Adam in the garden caught The second Adam in a garden taught 7. Taught by his owne example how To sweat for sinne Under that heavy weight to bow And never linne Begging release till with strong cries and teares The soule be drain'd of all its saults and ●…eares 8. If sins imputed guilt opprest Th' Almighty so That his sad soule could find no rest Under that woe But that the bitter agony he felt Made his pure bloud if not to sweat to melt 9. Then let that huge inherent masse Of sinne that lies In heapes on thee make thee surpasse In teares and cries Striving with all thy strength untill thou sweat Such drops as his though not as good as great 10. And if he thinke it fit to lay Upon thy back Or paines or duties as he may Untill it crack Shrinke not away but straine thine utmost force To beare them cheerfully without remorse Embleme 42. The binding of the Heart HOS. 11.4 I drew them with cords of a man with bands of love Epigr. 42. Mr sinnes I doe consesse a cord were found Heavy and hard by thee when thou wast bound Great Lord of love with them but thou hast twin'd Gentle love cords my tender heart to bind ODE 42. 1. What could those hands That made the world be subject unto bands Could there a cord be found Wherewith omnipotence it self was bound Wonder mine heart and stand amaz'd to see The Lord of liberty Led captive for thy sake and in thy stead Although he did Nothing deserving death or bands yet he Was bound and put to death to set thee free 2. Thy sinnes had ti'd Those bands for thee wherein thou should'st have di'd And thou did'st daily knit Knots upon knots whereby thou mad'st them ●…t Closer and faster to thy faulty self So like a cursed else Helplesse and hopelesse friendlesse and forlorne The sinke of scorne And kennell of contempt thou should st have laine Eternally enthrall'd to endlesse paine 3. Had not the Lord Of love and life been pleased to afford His helping hand of grace And freely put himself into thy place So were thy bands transferr'd but not unti'd Untill the time he did And by his death vanquisht and conqu'red all That Adams sall Had made victorious Sinne Death and Hell Thy fatall foes under his footstool sell 4. Yet he meant not That thou should'st use the liberty he got As it should like thee best To wander as thou listest or to rest In soft repose carelesse of his commands He that hath loos'd those bands Whereby thou wast enslaved to the foes Binds thee with those Where with he bound himself to doe thee good The bands of love love writ in lines of blood 5. His love to thee Made him to lay aside his Majesty And cloathed in a vaile Of fraile though faultlesse flesh become thy baile But love requireth love and since thou art Loved by him thy part It is to love him too and love affords The strongest cords That can be for it ties not hands alone But heads and hearts and soules and all in one 6. Come then mine heart And freely follow the prevailing art Of thy Redeemers love That strong magnetique tie hath pow'r to move The steeli'st stubbornesse If thou but twine And twist his love with thine And by obedience labour to expresse Thy thankfulnesse It will be hard to say on whether side The bands are surest which is fastest tide Embleme 43. The prop of the Heart PSAL. 102.7 8. His heart is fixed trusting in the Lord His heart is established he shall not be affraid Epigr. 43. My weak and seeble heart a prop must use But pleasant fruits and flow'rs doth refuse My Christ my pillar is on h●…m rely Repose and rest my self alone will I. ODE 43. 1. Suppose it true that whilst thy Saviours side Was furrowed with ●…courges he was ti'd Unto some pillar fast Think not mine heart it was because he could Not stand alone or that left loose he would Have shrunk away at last Such weakne●… suits not with Omnipotence Nor could mans malice match his patience 2. But if so done 't was done to tutor thee Whose frailty and impatience he doth see Such that thou hast nor strength Nor will as of thy self to undergo The least degree of duty or of woe But would'st be sure at length To flinch or faint or not to stand at all Or in the end more fearfully to fall 3. Thy very frame and figure broad above Narrow beneath apparently doth prove Thou canst not stand alone Without a prop to boulster and to stay thee To trust to thine own strength would soone betray thee Alas thou now art growne So weak and feeble wav'ring and unstaid Thou shrink'st at the least weight that 's on thee laid 4. The ea●…est command'ments thou declinest And at the lightest punishments thou whinest Thy restlesse motions are Innumerable like the troubled sea Whose waves are toss'd and tumbled ev'ry way The Hound-pursued Hare ●…●… so many doubles as thou do'st Till thy crosse courses in themselves are lost 5. Get thee some stay that may support thee then And stablish thee lest thou should'st start againe But where may it be found Will pleasant fruites or flowers serve the turne No no my tott'ring heart will overturne And lay them on the ground Dainties may serve to minister delight But strength is onely from the Lord of might 6. Betake thee to thy Christ then and repose Thy selfe in all extremities on those His everlasting armes Wherewith he girds the heavens and upholds The pillars of the earth and safely folds His faithfull flocke from harmes Cleave close to him by saith and let the bands Of love tie thee in thy Redeemers hands 7. Come life come death come devills come what will Yet ●… ned so thou shalt stand ●… still And all the pow'rs of hell Shall not ●… to shake thee with their shock So long as ●… art founded on that rock No duty shall thee quell No danger shall ●… thy ●… state Nor soule-perplexing ●… thy mind ●… Embleme 44. The scourging of the Heart PROV. 10.13 A rod is for the backe of him that is void of understanding Epigr. 44. WHen thou withhold'st thy scourges dearest love My sluggish heart is slack and slow to move Oh let it not stand still but lash it rather And drive it though unwilling to thy Father ODE 44. 1. What doe those scourges on that sacred flesh Spotlesse and pure Must he that doth sin-weari'd soules refresh Himself endure Such tearing tortures Must those sides be gash'd Those shoulders lash'd Is this the trimming that the world bestowes Upon such robes of majestie as those 2. Is 't not enough to die unlesse by paine Thou antidate Thy death before hand Lord What do'st thou meane To aggravate The guilt of sinne or to enhance the price Thy sacrifice Amounts to Both are infinite I know And can by no additions greater grow 3. Yet dare I not imagine that in vaine Thou

mine if when thou wilt returne I let thee lie Embleme 12. The powring out of the Heart LAM. 2. 19. Powre out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord Epigr. 12. WHy dost thou hide thy wounds why dost thou hide In thy close breast thy wishes and so side With thine owne soares and so rowes Like a spout Of water let thine heart to God break out ODE 12. The Soule 1. Can death or hell be worse then this estate Anguish amazement horror and confusion Drowne my distracted mind in deep distresse My grief 's grown so transcendent that I hate To heare of comfort as a false Conclusion Vainly inferr'd from feigned Premises What shall I do what strange course shall I try That though I loath to live yet dare not die Christ 2. Be rul'd by me I 'll teach thee such a way As that thou shalt not onely draine-thy mind From that destructive deluge of distresse That overwhelmes thy thoughts but clear the day And soone recover light and strength to find And to regaine thy long lost happinesse Confesse pray Say what it is doth aile thee What thou wouldst have and that ●…all soon ava●…e thee●… The Soule 3. Confesse and pray If that be all I will Lord I am sick and thou art health restore me Lord I am weake and thou art strength sustaine me Thou art all goodnesse Lord and I all ill Thou Lord art holy I uncleane before thee Lord I am poor and thou art rich maintaine me Lord I am dead and thou art life revive me Justice condemnes let mercy Lord reprieve me 4. A wretched miscreant I am compos'd Of finne and misery 't is hard to say Which of the two allyes me most to hell Native corruption makes me indispos'd To all that 's good but apt to go astray Prone to doe ill unable to doe well My light is darknesse and my liberty Bondage my beauty foule deformity 5. A plague of leprosie o'rspreadeth all My pow'rs and faculties I um uncleane I am uncleane my liver broyles with lust Rancor and malice overflow my gall Envy my bones doth rot and keep me leane Revengefull wrath makes me forget what 's just Mine eare 's uncircumcis'd mine eye is evill And hating goodnesse makes me parcell devill 6. My callous conscience is cauteriz'd My trembling heart shakes with continuall feare My frantick passions fill my mind with madnesse My windy thoughts with pride are tympaniz'd My poys ' nous tongue spits venome ev'ry where My wounded spirit 's swallow'd up with sadnesse Impatient discontentment plagues me so I neither can stand still nor forward goe 7. Lord I am all diseases hospitalls And bills of Mountebanks have not so many Nor halfe so bad Lord heare and help and heale me Although my guiltinesse for vengeance calls And colour of excuse I have not any Yet thou hast goodnesse Lord that may availe me Lord I have powr'd out all my heart to thee Vouchsafe one drop of mercy unto me Embleme 13. The circumcision of the Heart DEVT. 10. 16. Circumcise the foreskin of your heart an be no more stiffnecked Epigr. 13. HEre take thy Saviours crosse the nailes and speare That for thy sake his holy flesh did teare use them as knives thine heart to circumcise And dresse thy God a pleasing sacrifice ODE 13. 1. Heale thee I will But first I 'll let thee know What it comes to The plaister was prepared long agoe But thou must doe Something thy selfe that it may bee Effectually apply'd to thee 2. I to that end that I might cure thy sores Was slaine and dy'd By mine owne people was turn'd out of doores And crucify'd My side was pierced with a speare And nailes my hands and feet did teare 3. Doe thou then to thy selfe as they to mee Make haste and try The old man that is yet alive in thee To crucifie Till he be dead in thee my blood Is like to doe thee little good 4. My course of physick is to cure the soule By killing sinne So then thine owne corruptions to controule Thou must beginne Untill thine heart be citcumcis'd My death will not be duly priz'd 5. Consider then my crosse my nailes and speare And let that thought Cut Rasor-like thine heart when thou dost heare How deare I bought Thy freedome from the pow'r of sinne And that distresse which thou wast in 6. Cut out the iron finew of thy neck That it may be Supple and pliant to obey my beck And learne of me Meeknesse alone and yeelding hath A power to appease my wrath 7. Shave off thine hairy scalpe those curled locks Powd'red with pride Wherewith thy scornfull heart my judgements mocks And thinks to hide Its thunder-threatned head which bared Alone is likely to be spared 8. Rippe off those seeming robes but reall rags Which earth admires As honourable orna●…nts and brags That it attires Cumbers thee with indeed Thy sores Fester with what the world adores 9. Clip thine Ambitions wings let downe thy plumes And learne to stoope Whilst thou hast time to stand Who still presumes Of strength will droope At last and flagge when he should flye Falls hurt them most that climbe most high 10. Scrape off that scaly scurffe of vanities That clogges thee so Profits and pleasures are those enemies That worke thy woe If thou wilt have me cure thy wounds First ridde each humor that abounds Embleme 14. The contrition of the Heart PSAL. 51.17 A broken and contrite heart O God thou wilt not despise Epigr. 14. HOw gladly would I bruise and breake this heart Into a thousand pieces till the smart Make it confesse that of its owne accord It wilfully rebell'd against the Lord ODE 14. 1. Lord if I had an arme of pow'r like thine And could effect what I desire My love-drawne heart like smallest wyre Bended and writhen should together twine And twisted stand With thy command Thou should'st no sooner bid but I would goe Thou should'st not will the thing I would not doe 2. But I am weake Lord and corruption strong When I would faine d●…e what I should Then I cannot doe what I would Mine action 's short when ●… intention 's long Though my desire be ●… as fire Yet my performance is as dull as earth And stitles its own issue in the birth 3. But what I can doe Lord I will since what I would I cannot I will try Whether mine heart that 's hard and dry Being calm'd and tempered with that Liquor which falls From mine eye-balls Will worke more pliantly and yeeld to take Such new impression as thy grace shall make 4. In mine owne conscience then as in a mortar I 'le place mine heart and bray it there If griefe for what is past and feare Of what 's to come be a sufficient torture I 'le breake it all In pieces small Sinne shall not finde a sheard without a flaw Wherein to lodge one lust against thy law 5. Remember then mine heart what thou hast done What

ob●…ervance want Nor did they long remaine Coppy'd again 4. But now I 'll try What force in flesh doth lie Whether thine heart renew'd afford a place Fit for my Law of grace This covenant is better Then that though glorious of the killing letter This gives life not by merit But by my Spirit 5. When in mens hearts And their most inward parts I by my Spirit write my Law of love They then begin to move Not by themselves but me And their obedience is their liberty There are no slaves but those That serve their foes 6. When I have writ My Covenant in it View thine heart by my light and thou shalt fee A present fit for me The worth for which I look Lies in the lines not in the leaves of th book Course paper may be lin'd With words refin'd 7. And such are mine No furnace can resine The choisest silver so to make it pure As my Law put in ●… Purgeth the hearts of men Which being rul'd and written with my Pen My Spirit ev'ry letter Will make them better Embleme 27. The tilling of the Heart EZEK. 36.9 I will turne unto you and yee shall be tilled and sowne Epigr. 27. MIne heart 's a field thy crosse a plow be pleas'd Dear Spouse to till it till the mould be rais'd Fit for the seeding of thy Word then sow And if thou shine upon it it will grow ODE 27. 1. So now me thinks I find Some better vigour in my mind My will begins to move And mine affections stirre towards things above Mine heart growes bigge with hope it is a field That some good fruit may yeeld If it were till'd as it should be Not by my self but thee 2. Great Husbandman whose pow'r All difficulties can devour And doe what likes thee best Let not thy field mine heart lie lay and rest Lest it be over-runne with noysome weeds That spring of their own seeds Unlesse thy grace the growth should stoppe Sinne would be all my croppe 3. Break up my fallow ground That there may not a clod be found To hide one root of finne Apply thy plow betime now now beginne To furrow up my stiffe and starvy heart No matter for the smart Al though it roare when it is rent Let not thine hand relent 4. Corruption 's rooted deep Showres of repentaut teares must steep The mould to make it soft It must be stirr'd and turn'd not once but oft Let it have all its feasons O impart The best of all thine art For of it self it is so tough All will be but enough 5. Or if it be thy will To teach me let me learne the skill My self to plow mine heart The profit will be mine and 't is my part To take the paines and labour though th' encrease Without thy blessing cease If fit for nothing else yet thou May'st make me draw thy Plow 6. Which of thy Plowes thou wilt For then hast more then one My guilt Thy wrath thy rods are all ●… fit to ●… mine heart to pieces small And when in ●…●… prehends thee neer 'T is furrowed with fear Each weed turn'd under hides its head And shewes as it were dead 7. But Lord thy blessed passion Is a Plow of another fashion Better then all the rest Oh fasten me to that and let the best Of all my powers strive to draw it in And leave no roome for finne The vertue of thy death can make Sinne its fast hold forsake Embleme 28. The seeding of the Heart LVKE 8.15 That on the good ground are they which with an honest and good heart having heard the Word keep it and bring forth fruit with patience Epigr. 28. Lest the field of mine heart should unto thee Great Husbandman that mad'st it barren be Manure the ground then come thy self and seed it And let thy servants water it and weed it ODE 28. 1. Nay blessed Lord Unlesse thou wilt afford Manure as well as tillage to thy field It will not yeeld That fruit which thou expectest it should beare The ground I feare Will still remaine Barren of what is good and all the graine It will bring forth As of its owne accord will not be worth The paines of gathering So poore a thing 2. Some faint desire That quickly will expire Wither and die is all thou canst expect It thou neglect To sow it now 't is ready thou ●… find That ●…●…●… And ●… grow Then at the first it was Thou must bestow Some further cost Else all thy former labour will be lost Mine heart no corne will breed Without thy seed 3. Thy Word is seed And manure too will seed As well as fill mine heart If once it were Well rooted there It would come on apace O then neglect No time expect No better season Now now thy field mine heart is ready reason Surrenders now Now my rebellious will begins to bow And mine affections are Tamer by farre 4. Lord I have laine Barren too long and saine I would redeem the time that I may be Fruitfull to thee Fruitfull in knowledge saith obedience Ere I goe hence That when I come At harvest to be reaped and brought home Thine Angels may My soule in thy celestiall garner lay Where perfect joy and blisse Eternall is 5. If to intreat A crop of purest wheat A blessing too transcendent should appeare For me to beare Lord make me what thou wilt so thou wilt take What thou do st make And not disdaine To house me though amongst thy coursest graine So I may be Laid with the gleanings gathered by thee When the full sheaves are spent I am content Embleme 29. The watering of the Heart ISA. 27.3 I the Lord doe keep it I will water it every moment Epigr. 29. CLose downwards tow'rds the earth open above Tow'rds heaven mine heart is O let thy love Distill in fructifying dewes of grace And then mine heart will be a pleasant place ODE 29. 1. See how this dry and thirsty land Mine heart doth gaping gasping stand And close below opens towards heav'n and thee Thou fountaine of felicity Great Lord of living waters water me Let not my breath that pants with paine Waste and consume it selfe in vaine 2. The mists that from the earth doe rise An heav'n-borne heart will not suffice Coole it without they may but cannot quench The scalding heat within nor drench Its dusty dry desires or fill one trench Nothing but what comes from on high Can heav'n-bred longings satisfie 3. See how the seed which thou did'st sow Lies parch'd and wither'd will not grow Without some moisture and mine heart hath none That it can truly call its owne By nature of it self more then a stone Unlesse thou water't it will lie Drowned in dust and still be dry 4. Thy tender plants can never thrive Whilst want of water doth deprive Their roots of nourishment which makes them call And cry to thee great All in All That seasonable show'rs of grace may fall And water them thy