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 â—…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 â—…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 hâ—…m rely Repose and rest my self alone will I. ODE 43. 1. Suppose it true that whilst thy Saviours side Was furrowed with â—…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 weakneâ—… 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 eaâ—…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 â—…â—… 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 â—… ned so thou shalt stand â—… still And all the pow'rs of hell Shall not â—… to shake thee with their shock So long as â—… art founded on that rock No duty shall thee quell No danger shall â—… thy â—… state Nor soule-perplexing â—… thy mind â—… 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
and to hell But desperatly devoted to destruction Rebell against the light abhorre instruction As though thou did'st desire with death to dwell Thou hatest to heare tell How yet thou maist doe well 7. Oh that thou didst but see how blind thou art And seel the dismall darkenesse of thine heart Then would'st thou labour for and I would lend My light to guide thee that 's not light alone But life eyes sight grace glory all in one Then should'st thou know whither those by wayes bend And that death in the end On darkenesse doth attend Embleme 4. The absence of the Heart PROV. 17. 16. Wherefore is there a price in the hand of a foole to get wisdome seeing he bath no heart to it Epigr. 4. HAd'st thou an heart thou fickle Fugitive How would thine heart hate and disdaine to live Mindfull of such vaine trifles as these be Resting forgetfull of it selfe and me ODE 4. The Soule 1. Brave dainty curious rare rich precious things Able to make fate-blasted mortals blest Peculiar treasures and delights for Kings That having pow'r of all would choose the best How doe I hugge mine happinesse that have Present possession of what others crave Christ 2. Poore silly simple sense-besotted soule Why dost thou hugge thy self-procured woes Release thy freeborne thoughts at least controul Those passions that enslave thee to thy foes How would'st thou hate thy self if thou did'st know The basenesse of those things thou prizest so The Soule 3. They talk of goodnesse vertue piety Religion honesty I know not what So let them talk for me so long as I Have goods and lands and gold and jewells that Both equall and excell all other treasure Why should I strive to make their paine my pleasure Christ 4. So Swine neglect the pearles that lie before them Trample them under foote and feed on draffe So fooles gild rotten Idols and adore them Cast all the corne away and keep the chaffe That ever reason should be blinded so To graspe the shadow let the substance goe The Soule 5. All 's but opinion that the world accounts Matter of worth as this or that man sets A value on it so the price amounts The sound of strings is vari'd by the frets My mind 's my kingdome why should I withstand Or question that which I my selfe command Christ 6. Thy tyrant passions captivate thy reason Thy lusts usurpe the guidance of the mind Thy sense-led fancy barters good for geason Thy seed is vanity thine harvest wind Thy rules are crooked and thou writ'st awry Thy wayes are wand'ring and thine end to die The Soule 7. This table summes me myriads of pleasure That booke enroules mine honours inventory These bags are stuft with millions of treasure Those writings evidence my state of glory These bells ring heav'nly musicke in mine eares To drown the noise of cumbious cares and feare Christ 8. Those pleasures one day will procure thy paine That which thou glorist in will be thy shame Thou 'lt finde thy losse in what thou thought'st thy gaine Thine honour will put on another name That musicke in the close will ring thy knell In stead of heaven toll thee into hell 9. But why doe I thus wast my words in vaine On one that 's wholly taken up with toyes That will not loose one dramme of earth to gaine A full eternall weight of heav'nly joyes All 's to no purpose 't is as good forbeare As speak to one that hath no heart to heare Embleme 5. The vanity of the Heart IOB 15.31 Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity for vanity shall be his recompence Epigr. 5. AMbitious bellowes with the wind of honour Puffe up the swelling heart that dotes upon her Which fill'd with empty vanity breaths forth Nothing but such things as are nothing worth ODE 5. 1. The bane of kingdomes worlds disquieter Hells heire apparent Satans eldest sonne Abstract of ills refined Elixir And quintessence of sinne Ambition Sprung from th' infernall shades inhabits here Making mans heart its horrid mansion Which though it were of vast content before Is now puft up and swells still more and more 2. Whole armies of vaine thoughts it entertaines Is stuft with dreames of kingdomes and of Crownes Presumes of profit without care or paines Threatens to baffle all its foes with frownes In ev'ry bargaine makes account of gaines Fancies such frolicke mirth as choakes and drownes The voyce of conscience whose loud alarmes Cannot be hard for pleasures countercharmes 3. Wer 't not for anger and for pity who Could choose but smile to see vaineglorious men Racking their wits straining their sinewes so That thorow their transparent thinnesse when They meâ—… with Wind and Sun they quickly grow Riv'led and dry shrinke till they crack againe And all but to seeme greater then they are Stretching their strength they lay their weaknesse bare 4. See how hells Fueller his bellowes plies Blowing the fire that burnt too fast before See how the furnace flames the sparkles rise And spread themselve abroad still more and more See how the doating soule hath fixt her eyes On her deare fooleries and doth adore With hands and heart lift up those trifling toyes Wherewith the devill cheates her of her joyes 5. Alas thou art deceiv'd that glitt'ring crowne On which thou gazest is not gold but grief That scepter sorrow if thou take them downe And try them thou shalt find what poore relief They could afford thee though they were thine owne Didst thou command ev'n all the world in chief Thy comforts would abate thy cares encrease And thy perplexed thoughts disturbe thy peace 6. Those pearles so thorow pierc'd and strung together Though jewells in thine eyes they may appeare Will prove continu'd perills when the weather Is clouded once which yet is faire and cleare What will that fanne though of the finest feather Steed thee the brunt of windes and stormes to beare Thy flagging colours hang their drooping head And the shrill trumpets sound shall strike thee dead 7. Were all those balls which thou in sport dost tosse Whole worlds and in thy power to command The gaine would never countervaile the losse Those slipp'ry globes will glide out of thine hand Thou canst have no fast hold but of the crosse And thou wilt fall where thou dost thinke to stand Forsake these sollies then if thou wilt live Timely repentance may thy death reprive Embleme 6. The oppression of the Heart LVKE 21.34 Take heed lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting and drunkennesse Epigr. 6. Two massy weights Surfciting Drunkennesse Like mighty logs of lead doe so oppresse The heav'n-borne hearts of men that to aspire Vpwards they have nor power nor desire ODE 6. 1. Monster of sins See how th' inchanted soule O'rcharg'd already calls for more See how the hellish skinker plies his bowle And 's ready furnished with store Whilst cups on every side Planted attend the tide 2. See how the piled dishes mounted stand Like
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 â—…all soon avaâ—…e theeâ—… 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 ornaâ—…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 dâ—…e what I should Then I cannot doe what I would Mine action 's short when â—… intention 's long Though my desire be â—… 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
admitted in my sight And to partake of mine eternall light 2. My Will's the rule of righteousnesse as free From errour as uncertainty What I would have is just Thou must desire What I require And take it upon trust If thou preferre thy will to mine The levell's lost and thou go'st out of line 3. Do'st thou not see how thine heart turnes aside And leanes toward thy self How wide A distance there is here Untill I see Both sides agree Alike with mine 't is cleer The middle is not where 't should be Likes something better though it looke at me 4. I that know best how to dispose of thee Would have thy portion poverty Lest wealth should make thee proud And me forget But thou hast set Thy voyce to cry aloud For riches and unlesse I grant All that thou wishest thou complain'st of want 5. I to preserve thine health would have thee fast From Natures dainties lest at last Thy senses sweet delight Should end in smart But thy vaine heart Will have its appetite Pleased to day though grief and sorrow Threaten to cancell all thy joyes to morrow 6. I to prevent thine hurt by clining high Would have thee be content to lie Quiet and safe below Where peace doth dwell But thou dost swell With vast desires as though A little blast of vulgar breath Were better then deliverance from death 7. I to procure thine happinesse would have Thee mercy at mine hands to crave But thou dost merit plead And wilt have none But of thine owne Till Justice strike thee dead Thus still thy wand'ring wayes decline And all thy crooked â—… go crosse to mine Embleme 24. The renewing of the Heart EZEK. 36.26 A new heart will I give you and a new spirit will I put within you Epigr. 24. ARt thou delighted with strange novelties Which often prove but old fresh garnisht lies Leave then thine old take the new heart I give thee Condemne thy self that so I may reprieve thee ODE 24. 1. No no I see There is no remedy An heart that wants both weight and worth That 's fill'd with naught but empty hollownesse And screw'd aside with stubborne wilfulnesse Is onely fit to be cast forth Nor to be given me Nor kept by thee 2. Then let it goe And if thou wilt bestow An acceptable heart on me I 'll furnish thee with one shall serve the turne Both to be kept and given which will burne With zeale yet not consumed be Nor with a scornfull eye Blast standers by 3. The heart that I Will give thee though it lie Buri'd in seas of sorrowes yet Will not be drown'd with doubt or discontent Though sad complaints sometimes may give a vent To grief and teares the checks may wet Yet it exceeds their art To hurt this heart 4. The heart I give Though it desire to live And bath it self in all content Yet will not toyle or taint it self with any Although it take a view and tast of many It feeds on few as though it meant To break fast only here And dine elsewhere 5. This heart is fresh And new an heart of flesh Not as thine old one was of stone A lively sp'ritly heart and moving still Active to what is good but slow to ill An heart that with a sigh and grone Can blast all worldly joyes As trifling toyes 6. This heart is sound And solid will be found 'T is not an empty ayrie flash That baites at Butterflies and with full cry Opens at ev'ry flirting vanity It sleights and scornes such paltry trash But for eternity Dares live or die 7. I know thy mind Thou seek'st content to find In such things as are new and strange Wander no further then lay by thine old Take the new heart I give thee and be bold To boast thy self of the exchange And say that a new heart Exceeds all art Embleme 25. The enlightening of the Heart PSAL. 34.5 They looked unto him and were lightened Epigr. 25. THou that art Light of lights the onely sight Of the blind world lend me thy saving light Disperse those mists which in my soule have made Darkenesse as deepe as hells eternall shade ODE 25. 1. Alas that I Could not before espie The soule-confounding misery Of this more then Egyptian dreadfull night To be deprived of the light And to have eyes but eyes devoid of sight As mine have been is such a woe As he alone can know That feeles it so 2. Darknesse hath been My God and me between Like an opacous doubled skreen Through which nor light nor heat could passage sind Grosse ignorance hath made my mind And understanding not bleer-ey'd but blind My will to all that 's good is cold Nor can I though I would Doe what I should 3. No now I see There is no remedy Lest in my self it cannot be That blind men in the darke should find the way To blessednesse although they may Imagine that high midnight is noone-day As I have done till now they 'll know At last unto their woe 'T was nothing so 4. Now I perceive Presumption doth bereave Men of all hope of helpe and leave Them as it finds them drown'd in misery Despairing of themselves to cry For mercy is the only remedy That sinne-sicke soules can have to pray Against this darknesse may Turne it to day 5. Then unto thee Great Lord of light let me Direct my prayer that I may see Thou that did'st make mine eyes canst soone restore That pow'r of fight they had before And if thou seest it good canst give them more The night will quickly shine like day If thou doe but display One glorious ray 6. I must confesse And I can doe no lesse Thou art the Sun of righteousnesse There 's healing in thy wings thy light is life My darkenesse death To end all â—…rise Be thou mine husband let me be thy wife Then both the light and life that 's thine Though light and life divine Will all be mine Embleme 26 The table of the Heart IER. 31.33 I will put my Law in their inward parts and write it in their hearts Epigr. 26. IN the soft table of thine heart I 'll write A new Law which I newly will ind te Hard stony tables did containe the old But tender leaves of flesh shall this infold ODE 26. 1. What will thy fight Availe thee or my light If there be nothing in thine heart to see Acceptable to me A self-writ heart will not Please me or doe thee any good I wot The paper must be thine The writing mine 2. What I indite 'T is I alone can write And write in bookes that I my self have made 'T is not an easie trade To read or write in hearts They that are skilfull in all other arts When they take this in hand Are at a stand 3. My Law of old Tables of stone did hold Wherein I writ what I before had spoken Yet were they quickly broken A signe the Covenant Contain'd in them would due
obâ—…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 â—… 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 â—… fit to â—… mine heart to pieces small And when in â—…â—… 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 â—… find That â—…â—…â—… And â—… 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