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Emblems with elegant figures newly published by J.H.
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Hall, John, 1627-1656.; J. H.
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thine Altar deign to cherish thine own flaââ EPIGRAM 9. â'me thine and for my homage take my heart ãâã 'T is though a little yet my greatest part Which can as well not lie as think and say I give but what I cannot keep away Who took me by the hand and brought me out of that darkness wherewith I was in love Aug. Soliloq cap. 37. 1 VVHilst sable bands of night did bind My drousie mind And my eyes useless were when day Was shrunk away Whose was that ray That stole so kindly in and shew'd Glimses of light again both how Stars in their vaulted sea do flow ând how the Sun 's tryumphant toyles renew'd 2 Who wa' st that taught mee deeds of night are mere deceit And all the light she seems to set Are counterfet And if but met By smallest twinklings disapear That wayes are then uncertain and We can't in any surety stand âisturbed or by danger or by fear 3 Who wrought upon me that great cure As to endure Like th' royall eagle with a straight And unmov'd sight The flowing light Who taught me joy when that mine eyes Were more possest with strengthened gleames Sent from associated beames Who taught me failing shadowes to dispise 4 Thou center of all light whom none Can look upon Who when the world but new begun Didst give a sun With light to run Thou from whose sight no lurking cave No nor the most retyring deep Which the still reeling sea doth sweep Lies hid no nor the secrets of the grave 5 Thou who canst stop the sun and cause him soon to pause O on this Scythian breast of mine Keep a straight line And nere decline That by degrees this grosness may That now attends me be calcin'd To dust and I from dregs refin'd Mounted upon thy love may fly away EPIGRAM 10. Let the sun cherish day I cannot see The best approach of sight unless through Thee Yet Thee I cannot though I labour still For Thou art Glory inaccessible âebriate my heart Oh God! with the sober intemperance of thy love Aug. Meditat. cap. 37. NOw love I all excess now let me be An enemy to all sobriety ân the faint hart whose nimble footing stray âong the devious forrests all the day ââilst that her foes as swift as lightning press âind yet not so swift as merciless âd scorching heat her parched intralls dry ââat in her self her greatest dangers lie âen she com's near cold streams who as they pass ãâã with their silver footings clear the grass âasure her thirst but rather covets more âe naturall julip then she did before âs so with me my God! but I have been âsued with enemies that to lodg within âose rage know's no regress But boyles up higher âe Arsenall mine heart is set on fire âich will devour untill that ashes be âe weak resisters of its cruelty ãâã waters prove but fewell nay the sea âr'd on would onely oyl and sulphur be ãâã shower thy rayes upon it Lord smoother âe violence of one flame by another âen to refresh me send cool showers that may ârease such potent feavers and allay âsolve those clouds that interpose so shall âalming tempests in my bosome fall ãâã is my wasting out into the main That they may draw me to the shore again But when I am on shore oh how I gape Furrowed with clifted chinks oh how I leap And fly asunder that I nothing seem But one great ruine when the fiery beam Of thy fierce wrath descendeth and doth roul Hells sad preludium into my soul. But Thou whose open side produc't a floud As white as Crystall yet all stayn'd with bloud Drown me within those waters let me lie Within that watry tomb so shall I flie From death to life and all my ruines be Nothing but reparation by Thee EPIGRAM 11. âe cheers the Heart of man but love doth give âe principles of life and make it live âs else but carrion or a freezing Sun âcending flames wings without motion 1 âove when it come's doth captivate all the other affections and draw them unto it self Aug. Manual cap. 18. TYrannick love whose active fires Plumes slow desires And make's them swiftly taper up Till flattering hope Stroke them and win them to her breast Though not to rest Yet in that motion they close In some repose âs steel hovering 'bove loadstones quiet growe's 2 Emperour of heart who do'es dilate Her narrow state That she outgrow's the earth aud's even As wide as heaven Yet not so vast but thou art king Thou centrall spring From whom all passions first began To flow and than âevolve into thee as their Ocean 3 Tyrant o' th soul who if thou please Her powers to raise They tryumph for to meet thee and Take thy command Thine who knit'st altogether here Yon azure sphere This floting ball or what doth lie Ope to the eye All are conjoyned by thy mystick tie 4 Thou who can'st sweeten dangers that We do not hate Their griffy visages nor fear Their threats but rear Our thoughts above all injury Or if we lie But in thy fetters how we rove And sore above That 's circle's infinite whose center 's love EPIGRAM 12. What 's love what 's God Both the like greatness hold One is Omnipotent the other would âoth are attractive and diffusive yea âod is himself but abstract charity âord thou hast made me for thee and my heart is unquiet till it Rest in thee Aug. Conf. lib. 1. cap. 1. LOrd what is man ãâã mass of wonders cluster'd in a span One who can tell âhe eye yet his best part invisible As great a piece âf beauty as wise nature can express But who can find The uncontrouled swiftness of his mind How't can reflect âpon it self and by its intellect When it shall please âlime highest mountains plum the deepest seas Or nimbly wind âo either pole and see where all 's calcin'd To save by heat Whom cold doe's all in glassy shackles set Or ere the eye âan turn it self clamber the azure skie Yet cannot she âind rest at all till that she rest in thee Thee who did'st lay âer active substance in the cell of clay Yet hast indued ând deck't her with thine own similââ That there might be âome little ectypes of thy Majestie Though he could chase Old time into his cradle yea and trace Each planet as He through his azure circuit doth pass And subt'ly eye How multiformious Meteors strangely fly But can the heart Find any settlement although all art Should court and be Transformed into one great flattery No no till thou Who art alone all fulness sweetly flow Into 't and be The cause of hunger by society Then may she rest In thee who art her center and though prest With sorrowes even As low as hell bounce up as high as Heaven EPIGRAM 13. Can the earth dance the Ocean fall asleep Or can the thoughts of man their quiet keep 'Till they be home from all their travells
brought To him who know's all wisdom at a thought 1 âill pierce heaven with my mind and be present with thee in my desires Aug. Manual cap. 14. VVEak chains bind flesh and bloud and tie Lethargick sense You cannot impede me when I flie Hurried away from hence âu shall not clog me but my raised flight Shall bring me to my wish't for height 2 Where am I now convaid oh how My winged feet Spurn all those golden lamps that glow Beneath with night beset ây a strange pilgrim I securely run In paths that lie above the sun 3 Swell heart into a world and keep That humid sea Become my bosome one great deep That it may lodge in Thee ââat glorious sun with his Celestiall heat will warm 't and mak 't evaporate 4 Spring-head of life how am I now Intomb'd in Thee How do I since th' art pleas'd to flow Hate a dualitie How I am annihilated yet by this Acknowledge my subsistence is 5 Still may I rise still further clime Till that I lie Having out-run-short-winded time Swath'd in Eternitie So may my youth spend and renue so night Never alternate with my light 6 But should my God withdraw awhile His glorious face Yet would not I my self beguile But with a strickt embrace So closely joyn with him that wheresoere He were I would strive to be there 7 Nay should he strike me down so low As hell yet I Would grasp him He is there I know He in those depths doth lie So should I surfet on all happiness 'T is solely heaven where he is EPIGRAM 14. What is Mans body clay or lead his soul The nimblest swiftest substance that can roul It self ere thought and by its power bring down Or mount to heaven and so mak 't its own âh thou fountain of life let my thirsting soul drink of Thee Aug. Med. cap. 37. Faint I faint these channels here Though they seem Crystall run not clear What nasty heaps of rubbish lie Within these waves I die I die How bitter are they poysons be Though fiercest not so harsh as they Yet have I drunk but now a more Heat bake's my bowells then before Oh! what an Aetna hath posse'st The feeble ruines of my breast How't fall's to cindars how I have My bosom turn'd into my grave Go go my former loves I will No more your false embraces fill Weave robes of short liv'd Roses set âilly's in bands of Violet Rare clouds of Myrrhe that none may press To view your secret wantonness Such fumes but choak me nor have I Leisure to wanton ere I die See how I breath out ashes ' Las Doe's there no silver rillet pass That may asswage would heaven bestow One welcome drop to cool me now Oh for a Moses that would make This rock of mine dissolve and break To a clear stream where I might lie Exempt from all this misery And bathe Oh would some Angel sit And point me to a welcom pit Thou spring of life run over me Thou center of eternitie Enlive me once again and show What thy unbounded power can do Do but direct me and I le flie Where all thy liquid treasures lie More then may drench whole worlds and bless Them with their quickning delugies When I have setled there oh then I shall not know to thirst agen EPIGRAM 15. The living spring of life is cool but yet Doth quench one and beget a greater heat Still satisfie's yet leave 's a thirst behind And is the sacred Bath and Spaw o' th' mind 1 Love doth repress the motions and withhold the slipperiness of youth Aug. Manual cap. 19. VVHat is this life A scene of strife A theatre of sorrow On which we play Perhaps to day âut break a limb to morrow 2 Weak stage of Ice For flatteries To cheat and juggle on Which vanish ere They can appear And as they come are gone 3 What safety can Thou yield poor man That tread's thee with such joy What are the treasures Of all the pleasures Which ere they 'r tasted cloy 4 Then happy he That can be free By potent counter-charms And nimbly leap And so escape Thy still approching harms 5 But all those whom Love hath ore ' come Contemn thy Magick and Do bravely flee Thy tyranny And in full freedom stand 6 Oh happy mind That leave 's behind Those things that creep below And clamber's up By constant hope Where reall pleasures flow 7 Then youth no more Obtaine's a power To cheat the roving sight But reason crown'd And so inthron'd Doth solely bid what 's right EPIGRAM 16. âince of the passions royall Love who when Thou pleasest canst thus metamorphise men âust make 's her vassailes beasts thou contrary âake'st each heart where thou raigne'st a Deity The Heart of man not fixt in desires of Eternitie can neither be firm nor stable Aug. Manual cap. 25. YOu whose clear countenances do not know Assembling clouds and storms of woe Whose golden streams of minutes sweetly run In an unalter'd motion Who sit on shore while other wretches be Ludibrium's of the raging sea Who surfet on what pleasures can behap Who lullâblind fortune in your lap Enjoying what wild fancie can invent Pray can you say you are content Do not your labouring thoughts inlarge and still Grow far more empty as they fill Pray what gradations make you can you stand How often do you countermand Ere you can think and pray is every thought Chain'd and in order brought Could you with patience view those traverses wherewith your soul still moving is Did they lie open to the sun or deem That ever you conceived them Vast soul of man who cannot find in thee A circumscrib'd infinitie What can outrun thy swiftness what can less Then swelling thee brook emptiness That if not fill'd earth leap's and gain 's a room And so prevent's a Vacuum But ramble still and feed thy fury groan Cause ther 's no worlds but one Thou doest but multiply thy cares and toss Like men amazed at a loss Or like a crazy vessell which doth lie On th' drunken tyranny Of each insulting wave whilst every blast Jussell's and threaten's that her last But wer 't thou freed from thy domestick harms And wound within thy Makers arms How would these twilights vanish what a day Would 't instantly it self display Then might'st thou prepossess thy heaven and so In this thine exile happy grow This is our jayle our night till happy we Gain there both day and liberty EPIGRAM 17. âan flames fly downward can the earth ascend âan liquors separate and dry things blend âis as unlikely that without a God âhe heart of man can find a period 1 Mine enemy hath laid many nets for my feet and fill'd all the way with ambushments Hasten can I view those eyes From whence there flie's âch strong attractive beams and stay Lingring i' th way âhen thou canst soon deceive my toyl ãâã the short magick of a smile 2 âirest of women no oh