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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

thou hast left undone the ill Of all my thoughts words deeds is still Thy cursed issue onely thou art growne To such a passe That never was Nor is nor will there be a sinne so bad But thou some way therein an hand hast had 6. Thou hast not been content alone to sinne But hast made others sinne with thee Y●… made their sinnes thine owne to be By liking and allowing them therein Who first beginnes Or followes sinnes Not his owne sinnes alone but sinneth o're All the same sinnes both after and before 7. What boundlesse sorrow can suffice a guilt Growne so transcendent Should thine eye Weepe seas of blood thy sighes outvie The winds when with the waves they run at tilt Yet they could not Cancell one blot The least of all thy sinnes against thy God Deserves a thunderbolt should be thy rod 8. Break then mine heart and since thou cannot grieve Enough at once while thou art whole Shiver thy self to dust and dole Thy sorrow to the sev'rall atomes give All to each part And by that art Strive thy dissever'd self to multiply And want of weight with number to supply Embleme 15. The humiliation of the Heart ECCL. 7.9 The patient in spirit is better then the proud in spirit Epigr. 15. MIne heart alas exalts it self too high And doth delight a loftier pitch to flye Then it is able to maintaine unlesse It feel the weight of thine imposed presse ODE 15. 1. So let it be Lord I am well content And thou shalt see The time is not mis-spent Which thou dost then bestow when thou dost quell And crush the heart that pride before did swell 2. Lord I perceive As soone as thou dost send And I receive The blessings thou dost lend Mine heart begins to mount and doth forget The ground whereon it goes where it is set 3. In health I grew Wanton began to kick As though I knew I never should be sick Diseases take me downe and make me know Bodies of brasse must pay the death they owe 4. If I but dreame Of wealth mine heart doth rise With a full streame Of pride and I despise All that is good untill I wake and spie The swelling bubble prickt with poverty 5. A little wind Of undeserved praise Blowes up my mind And my swoll'n thoughts doth raise Above themselves untill the sense of shame Makes me contemne my self-dishonour'd name 6. One moments mirth Would make me run starke mad And the whole earth Could it at once be had Would not suffice my greedy appetite Did'st thou not paine in stead of pleasure write 7. Lord it is well I was in time brought downe Else thou canst tell Mine heart would soone have flow'n Full in thy face and studi'd to-requite The riches of thy goodnesse with despight 8. Slack not thine hand Lord turne thy Screw about If thy Presse stand Mine heart may chance slip out O quest it unto nothing rather then It should forget it selfe and swell again 9. Or if thou art Dispos'd to let it goe Lord teach mine heart To lay it selfe as low As thou canst cast it that prosperity May still be temper'd with humility 10. Thy way to rise Was to descend let me My selfe despise And so ascend with thee Thou throw'st them down that lift themselves on high And raisest them that on the ground doe lie Embleme 16. The softening of the Heart IOB 23.16 god maketh my heart soft Epigr. 16. Mine heart is of it selfe a marble ice Both cold and hard but thou can●… in a trice Meli it like ●…axe great God if from above Thou kindle in it once thy fire of love ODE 16. 1. Nay blessed Founder leave me not If out of all this grot There can but any gold be got The time thou dost bestow the cost And paines will not be lost The bargaine is but hard at most And such are all those thou dost make with me Thou know'st thou canst not but a loser be 2. When the Sun shines with glitt'ring beames His cold dispelling gleames Turne snow and ice to wat'ry streames The waxe as soone as it hath smelt The warmth of fire and felt The glowing heat thereof will melt Yea pearles with vinegar dissolve we may And adamants in bloud of goats they say 3. If nature can doe this much more Lord may thy grace restore Mine heart to what it was before There 's the same matter in it still Though new inform'd with ill Yet can it not refist thy will Thy pow'r that fram'd it at the first as oft As thou wilt have it Lord can make it soft 4. Thou art the Sun of right●… e●…e And though I must ●… Mine heart 's growne hard in wickednesse Yet thy resplendent rayes of light When once they come in sight Will quickly thawe what froze by night Lord in thine healing wings a pow'r doth dwell Able to melt the hardest heart in hell 5. Although mine heart in hardnesse passe Both iron steel and brasse Yea th' hardest thing that ever was Yet if thy fire thy Spirit accord And working with thy word A blessing unto it afford It will grow liquid and not drop alone ●…●… it self ●… before thy throne 6. Yea though my flinty heart be such That the Sun cannot touch Nor fire sometimes affect it much Yet thy warme reeking self shed blood O Lamb of God 's so good It cannot alwayes be withstood That Aqua-regia of thy love prevailes Ev'n where thy powers Aqua-fortis failes 7. Then leave me not so soon dear Lord Though I neglect thy Word And what thy power doth afford Yet try thy mercy and thy love The force thereof may move When all things else successesse prove Soakt in thy bloud mine heart will soone surrender Its native hardnesse and grow soft and tender Embleme 17. The cleansing of the Heart IER. 5. 14. O Jerusalem wash thine heart from wickednesse that thou maist be saved Epigr. 17. OVt of thy wounded husbands Saviours side Espoused soul there flowes with ●… tide A sountaine for uncleannesse wash thee there Wash there thine heart and then thou need'st not feare ODE 17. 1. O endlesse misery I labour still but still in vaine The staines of sinne I see Are oaded all or d●…d in graine There 's not a blot Will stirre a jot For all that I can doe There is no hope In Fullers sope Though I adde nitre too 2. I many wayes have tri'd Have often soakt it in cold feares And when a time I spi'd Powred upon it scalding teares Have rins'd and rub'd And scrap't and scrub'd And turn'd it up and downe Yet can I not Wash out one spot It 's rather fouler growne 3. O miserable state Who would be troubled with an heart As I have been of late Both to my sorrow shame and smart If it will not Be cleaner got 'T were better I had none Yet how should we Divided be That are not two but one 4. But am I not starke wilde That go about to wash mine heart

Word will do 't If thou vouchsafe thy blessing to 't 5. O then be pleased to unseal Thy fountaine blessed Saviour deal Some drops at least wherewith my drooping spirits May be revived Lord thy merits Yeeld more refreshing then the world inherits Rivers yea seas but ditches are If with thy springs we them compare 6. If not whole show'rs of raine yet Lord A little pearly dew afford Begot by thy celestiall influence On some chast vapour raised hence To be partaker of thine excellence A little if it come from thee Will be of great availe to me 7. Thou boundlesse Ocean of grace Let thy free spirit have a place Within mine heart full rivers then I know Of living waters forth will flow And all thy plants thy fruits and flow'rs will grow Whilst thy Springs their roots doe nourish They must needs be fat and flourish Embleme 30. The flowers of the Heart CANT. 6. 2. My beloved is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices to feed in the gardens and to gather lillies Epigr. 30. THese lillies I doe consecrate to thee Beloved Spouse which spring as thou ma●…st see Out of the seed thou sowedst and the ground Is better'd by thy Flow'rs when they abound ODE 31. 1. Is there a joy like this What can augment my blisse If my beloved will accept A po●…e of these flowers kept And consecrated unto his content I hope hereafter he will not repent The cost and paines he hath bestow'd So freely upon me that ow'd Him all I had before And infinitly more 2. Nay try them blessed Lord Take them not on my word But let the colour ●…ast and ●… The truth of their ●…●… tell Thou that art in●…nite in wisdome ●…ee If they be not the same that came from thee If any difference be found It is occasion'd by the ground Which yet I cannot see So good as it should be 3. What say'st thou to that Rose That queen of flowers whose Maidenly blushes fresh and faire Out-brave the dainty morning aire Dost thou not in those lovely leaves espy The perfect picture of that modesty That self-condemning shamefastnesse That is more ready to confesse A fault and to amend Then it is to offend 4. Is not this Lilly pure What Fuller can procure A white so perfect spotlesse clear As in this flower doth appear Do st thou not in this milky colour see The lively lustre of sincerity Which no hypocrisie hath painted Nor self-respecting ends have tainted Can there be to thy sight A more entire delight 5. Or wilt thou have beside Violets purple-di'd The Sun-observing Marigold Or Orpin never waxing old The Primrose Cowslip Gilliflow'r or Pinke Or any flow'r or herbe that I can think Thou hast a mind unto I shall Quickly be furnisht with them all If once I doe but know That thou wilt have it so 6. Faith is a fruitfull grace Well planted stores the place Fills all the borders beds and bow'rs With wholsome herbs and pleasant flow'rs Great Gardiner thou saist and I beleeve What thou do'st meane to gather thou wilt give Take then mine heart in hand to fill 't And it shall yeeld thee what thou wilt Yea thou by gath'ring more Shalt still increase my store Embleme 31. The keeping of the Heart PROV. 4.23 Keepe thy heart with all diligence Epigr. 31. Like to a ●… that is ●… ●… heart is ●… ●… still is found Comp●…st w●…th care ●…nd ●… with the feare Of God as with a flaming sword and speare ODE 31. The Soule 1. Lord wilt thou suffer this Shall vermine spoile The ●…uit or all thy toyle Thy trees thine herbs thy plants thy flow'rs thus And for an overplus Of spite and malice overthrow thy mounds Lay common all thy grounds Canst thou endure thy pleasant garden should Be thus turn'd up as ordinary mould Christ 2. What is the matter why do'st thou complaine Must I as well maintaine And keep as make thy fences wilt thou take No paines for thine own sake Or doth thy self-confounding fancy feare thee When there 's no danger neer thee Speak out thy doubts and thy desires and tell me What enemy or can or dares to quell thee The Soule 3. Many and mighty and malicious Lord That seek with one accord To work my speedy ruine and make haste To lay thy garden waste The devill is a ramping roaring lion Hates at his heart thy Zion And never gives it respit day nor houre But still goes seeking whom he may devoure 4. The world 's a wildernesse wherein I find Wild beasts of ev'ry kind Foxes and Wolves and Dogs and Boares and Bears And which augments my feares Eagles and Vultures and such birds of prey Will not be kept away Besides the light-abhorring Owles and Bats And secret corner-creeping Mice and Rats 5. But these and many more would not dismay Me much unlesse there lay One worse then all within my self I meane My false unjust unclean Faithlesse disloyall self that both entice And entertaine each vice This homebred traiterous partaking 's worse Then all the violence of forain force 6. Lord thou maist see my feares are grounded rise Not from a bare surmise Or doubt of danger only my desires Are but what need requires Of thy divine protection and defence To keep these vermine hence Which if they should not be re●…rain'd by thee Would grow too strong to be kept out by me Christ 7. Thy feare is just and I approve thy care But yet thy comforts are ●… for ●… in that care and feare Whereby it d●…th appeare ●…●… what then ●… my protection To keep thee from defection The ●…●… cares and ●… is kept by me I watch thee whilst thy foes are watch'd by thee Embleme 32. The watching of the Heart CANT. 5.2 I sleep but my heart waketh Epigr. 32. WHilst the soft hands of sleep tie up my sences My watchfull heart free from all such ●… Searches for thee enquires es all about thee Nor day nor night able to be without thee ODE 32. 1. It must be so that God that gave Me senses and a mind would have Me use them both but in their severall kinds Sleep must refresh my senses but my minds A ●… of heav'nly fire that seeds On ●… and employment needs No ●… or rest for when it thinks to please ●… with idlenesse 't is least at ease Though quiet rest refresh the head The heart that stirres not sure is dead 2. Whilst then my body ease doth take My ●… refusing heart ●… all wake And that mine heart the better watch may keep I 'll lay my senses for a t●…e to sleep Wanton de re shall not ●… Nor lust enveigle them to vi●…e No fading colours shall ●… my fight Nor sounds enchant mine eares with their delight I 'll bind my smell my touch my tast To keep a strict religious fast 3. My worldly businesse shall lie still That heav'nly thoughts my mind may fill My Marthaes cumb'ring cares shall cease their noise That

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

ransome thine That thy dead heart might live againe And live entirely perfect not in part 7. But whilst thine heart 's divided it is dead Dead unto me unle●… it live To me alone It is all one To keepe all and a part to give For what 's a body worth without an head 8. Yet this is worse that what thou keep'st from me Thou dost bestow upon my foes And those not mine Alone but thine The proper causes of thy woes For whom I gave my life to set thee free 9. Have I betroth'd thee to my selfe and shall The devill and the world intrude Upon my right Ev'n in my fight Think not thou canst me so delude I will have none unlesse I may have all 10. I made it all I gave it all to thee I gave all that I had for it If I must loose I 'll rather choose Mine interest in all to quit Or keep it whole or give it whole to me Embleme 10 The insatiablenesse of the Heart HAB. 2.5 Who inlargeth his desire as hell and is as death and cannot be satisfied Epigr. 10. THe whole round world is not enough to fill The Hearts three corners but it craveth still Onely the Trinity that made it can Suffice the vast triangled heart of man ODE 10. 1. The thirsty earth and barren wombe cry Give The grave devoureth all that live The fire still burneth on and never saith It is enough The horseleech hath Many more daughters but the heart of man Outgapes them all as much as heav'n one span 2. Water hath drown'd the earth the barren wombe Hath teem'd sometimes and been the tombe To its owne swelling issue and the grave Shall one day a ●…cke surfeit have When all the fuell is consum'd the fire Will quench it selfe and of it self expire 3. But the vast heart of man's insatiate His boundlesse appetites dilate Themselves beyond all limits his desires Are endlesse still whilst he aspires To happinesse and faine would find that treasure Where it is not his wishes know no measure 4. His eye with seeing is not satisfi'd Nor 's care with hearing he hath tri'd At once to furnish ●…ry sev'rall sense With cho●…e of curious objects whence He might e●…tract ●… into one unite A perfect quinteflence of all delight 5. Yet having all that he can fancy still There wanteth something more to fill His empty appetite His mind is vext And he is inwardly perplext He knowes not why when as the truth is this He would find something there where nothing is 6. He rambles over all the faculties Ransacks the secret treasuries Of Art and Nature spells the Universe Letter by letter can reherse All the Records of time pretends to know Reasons of all things why they must be so 7. Yet is not so contented but would faine Prie in Gods Cabinet and gaine Intelligence from heav'n of things to come Anticipate the day of Doome And read the issues of all actions so As if Gods secret counsells he did know 8. Let him have all the wealth all the renowne And glory that the world can crowne Her dearest da●…gs with yet his desire Will not rest there but still aspire Earth canno●… hold him nor the whole creation Containe his wishes or his expectation 9. The heart of man 's but little yet this All Compared thereunto's but finall Of such a large unparallel'd extense Is the short-lin'd ●… Of that three-corner'd figure which to fill With the round world is to leave empty still 10. Go greedy soule addresse thy selfe to heav'n And leave the world as 't is bereav'n Of all true happinesse or any thing That to thine heart content can bring But there a trine-une God in glory fits Who all grace-thirsting hearts both fills and fits Embleme 11. The returning of the Heart ISAY 46.8 Remember this and shew your selves men bring it again to heart O ye transgressors Epigr. 11. OFt have I call'd thee O returne at last Returne unto thine heart let the time past Suffice thy wanderings know that to cherish Revolting still is a meer will to perish ODE 11. Christ 1. Returne O wanderer returne returne Let me not alwayes wast my words in vaine As I have done too long Why dost thou spurn And kick the counsells that should bring thee back again The Soule 2. What 's this that checks my course Me thinks I feel A cold remisnesse seifing on my mind My stagger'd resolutions seem to reel As though they had in hast forgot mine heart behind Christ 3. Returne O wanderer returne returne Thou art already gone too farre away It is enough unlesse thou meane to burne In hell for ever stop thy course at last and stay The Soule 4. There 's something holds me back I cannot move Forward one foot me thinks the more I strive The leste I stirre Is there a pow'r above My will in me that can my purposes reprive Christ 5. No power of thine own 't is I that lay Mine hand upon thine haste whose will can make The restlesse motions of the heavens stay Stand still turne back againe or new found courses take The Soule 6. What am I riveted or rooted here That neither forward nor on either side I can get loose Then there 's no hope I feare But I must back againe what ever me betide Christ 7. And back again thou shalt I 'll have it so Though thou hast hitherto my voyce neglected Now I have handed thee I 'll have thee know That what I will have done shall not be uneffected The Soule 8. Thou wilt prevaile then and I must returne But how or whither when a world of shame And sorrow lie before me and I burne With horror in my self to think upon the same 9. Shall I returne to thee Alas I have No hope to be received a runne away A rebell to returne mad men may rave Of mercy miracles but what will Justice say 10. Shall I returne to mine owne heart Alas 'T is lost and dead and rotten long ago I cannot find it what at first it was And it hath been too long the cause of all my woe 11. Shall I forsake my pleasures and delights My profits honours comforts and contents For that the thought whereof my mind affrights Repentant sorrow that the soule asunder rents 12. Shall I returne that cannot though I would I that had strength enough to go astray Find my self saint and feeble now I should Returne I cannot runne I cannot creep this way 13. What shall I doe Forward I must not goe Backward I cannot if I tarry here I shall be drowned in a world of woe And antidate mine own damnation by despaire 14. But is 't not better hold that which I have Then unto future expectation trust Oh no to reason thus is but to rave Therefore returne I will because returne I must Christ 15. Returne and welcome if thou wilt thou shalt Although thou canst not of thy selfe yet I That call can make thee able Let the fault Be