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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

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

With hands that are defil'd As much as any other part Whilst all thy teares Thine hopes and feares Both ev'ry word and deed And thought is foule Poore filly soule How canst thou looke to speed 5. Can there no helpe be had Lord thou art holy thou art pure Mine heart is not so bad So soule but thou canst cleanse it sure Speak blessed Lord Wilt thou afford Me meanes to make it cleane I know thou ●… Thy ●…loud were spilt Should it runne still in vaine 6. Then to that blessed spring Which from my Saviours sacred side Doth flow mine heart I 'll bring And there it will be purifi'd Although the dye Wherein I lie Crimson or scarlet were This bloud I know Will make 't as snow Or wooll both cleane and cleere Embleme 18. The giving of the Heart PROV. 23.21 My sonne give me thine heart Epigr. 18. THe onely love the onely seare thou art Dear and dread Saviour of my sin-sick heart ●… heart thou gavest that it might be mine Take thou mine heart then that it may be thine ODE 18. 1. Give thee mine ●… Lord so I would And there 's great reason that I should If it were worth the having Yet sure thou wilt esteem that good Which thou hast purchas'd with thy bloud And thought it worth the craving 2. Give thee mine heart Lord so I will If thou wilt first impart the skill Of bringing it to thee But should I trust my selfe to give Mine heart as sure as I doe live I should deceived be 3. As all the value of mine heart Proceeds from favour not ●… Acceptance is its worth So neither know I how to bring A present to my heav'nly King Unlesse he set it forth 4. Lord of my life me thinkes I heare Thee say that thee alone to feare And thee alone to love Is to bestow mine heart on thee That other giving none can be Whereof thou wilt approve 5. And well thou dost deserve to be Both loved Lord and fear'd by me So good so great thou art Greatnesse so good goodnesse so great As pa●…eth all finite conceit And ravisheth mine heart 6. Should I not love thee blessed Lord Who freely of thine owne accord Laid'st downe thy life for me For me that was not dead alone But desp'ratly transcendent grown In enmitie to thee 7. Should I not feare before thee Lord Who●… hand ●… heaven at whose word Devills themselves doe quake Whose eyes out-shine the Sunne whose beck Can the whole ●… of Nature check And its foundations shake 8. Should I with-hold mine heart from thee The fountaine of felicity Before whose presence is Fulnesse of joy at whose right hand All pleasures in perfection stand And everlasting blisse 9. Lord had I hearts a million And ●…riads in ev'ry one Of choisest loves and feares They were too little to bestow On thee to whom I all things owe I should be in arreares 10. Yet since mine heart 's the most I have And that which thou dost chiefely crave Thou shalt not of it misse Although I cannot give it so As I should doe I 'll offer 't though Lord take it here it is Embleme 19. The Sacrifice of the Heart PSAL 51.17 The sacrifices of God are a broken heart Epigr. 19. NOr calves nor bulls are sacrifices good Enough for thee who gav'st for me thy bloud And more ●… that thy life Take thine own part Great God that gavest all here take mine heart ODE 19. 1. Thy former covenant of old Thy Law of Ordinances did require Fat sacrifices from the fold And many other oft rings made by fire Whilst thy first Tabernacle stood All things were consecrate with ●… 2 And can thy better Covenant Thy law of grace and truth by Jesus Christ It s proper sacrifices want For such an Altar and for such a Priest No no thy Gospell doth require Choyse off'rings too and made by fire 3. A sacrifice for ●…nne indeed Lord thou didst make thy self and once for all So that there never will be need Of any more sin-off'rings great or small The life bloud thou did'st shed for me Hath set my soule for ever free 4. Yea the same sacrifice thou dost Still offer in behalfe of thine elect And to improve it to the most Thy Word and Sacraments doe in effect Offer thee oft and sacrifice Thee daily in our eare●… and eyes 5. Yea each beleeving soule may take Thy sacrificed flesh and bloud by faith And therewith an atonement make For all its trespasses thy Gospell faith Such infinite transcendent price Is there in thy sweet sacrifice 6. But is this all Must there not be Peace-offerings and sacrifices of Thanksgiving tendered unto thee Yes Lord I know I should but mock and scoffe Thy sacrifice for ●…nne should I My sacrifice of praise deny 7. But I have nothing of mine owne Worthy to be presented in thy fight Yea the whole world affords not one Or Ramme or Lambe wherein thou canst delight Lesse then my self it must not be For thou didst give thy self for me 8. My self then I must sacrifice And so I will mine heart the onely thing Thou dost above all other prize As thine owne part the best I have to bring An humble heart 's a sacrifice Which I know thou wilt not despise 9. Lord be my altar ●… Mine heart thy sacrifice and ●… thy Spirit Kindle thy fire of love that I Burning with zeale to mag●… thy merit May both consume my ●… and ●… Et●…nall ●…phie to thy ●… Embleme 20. The weighing of the Heart PROV. 21.2 The Lord pondereth the heart Epigr. 20. THe heart thou giv'st as a great gift my love Brought to the triall nothing such will prove If Iustice equall baliance tell thy fight That weighed with my Law it is too light ODE 20. 1. 'T is true indeed an heart Such as it ought to be Entire and sound in ev'ry part Is alwayes welcome unto me He that would please me with an offering Cannot a better have although he were a King 2. And there is none so poore But if he will he may Bring mean heart although no more And on mine altar may it lay The sacrice which I like best is such As rich men cannot beast and poore men need not grutch 3. Yet ev'ry heart is not A gift sufficient It must be purg'd from ev'ry spot And all to pieces must be rent Though thou hast sought to circumcise and bruise't It must be weighed too or else I shall refuse 't 4. My ballances are just My Law 's an equall weight The beame is strong and thou maist trust My steady hand to hold it streight Were thine heart equall to the world in ●…ght Yet it were nothing worth if it should prove too light 5. And so thou see'st it doth My pond rous Law doth presse This scale but that as fill'd with froth Tilts up and makes no shew of stresse Thine heart is empty sure or else it would In weight as well as bulke better proportion

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