hills advanced upon hills And the abundance both of sea and land Doth not suffice ev'n what it fills Mans dropsy appetite And Cormorant delight 3. See how the poyson'd body s puft and swell'd The face enflamed glowes with heat The limbs unable are themselves to welld The pulses deaths alarme doe beat Yet man sits still and laughs Whilst his owne bane he quaffes 4. But where 's thine heart the while thou senselesse sot Looke how it lieth crusht and quell'd Flat beaten to the board that it cannot Move from the place where it is held Nor upward once aspire With heavenly desire 5. Thy belly is thy God thy shame thy glory Thou mindest only earthly things And all thy pleasure is but transitory Which grief at last and sorrow brings The courses thou dost take Will make thine heart to ake 6. Is 't not enough to spend thy precious time In empty idle complement Unlesse thou straine to aggravate thy crime Nature beyond its owne extent And force it to devoure An age within an houre 7. That which thou swallow'st is not lost alone But quickly will revenged be â—… on thine heart which like a stone Lyes buri'd in the midd'st of thee Both void of common sense And reasons excellence 8. Thy body is diseases rendevouze Thy mind the market place of vice The devill in thy will keeps open house Thou liv'st as though thou would'st intice Hell torments unto thee And thine owne devill be 9 Oh what a dirty dunghill art thou growne A nasty stinking kennell foule When thou awak'st and seest what thou hast done Sorrow will swallow up thy soule To think how thou art foyl'd And all thy glory spoyl'd 10. Or if thou canst not be asham'd at least Have some compassion on thy self Before thou art transformed all to beast At last strike saile avoid the shelf Which in that gulse doth lie Where all that enter die Embleme 7. The covetousnesse of the Heart MAT. 6.21 Where your treasure is there will your heart be also Epigr. 7. DOst thou enquire thou heartlesse wanderer Where thine heart is Behold thine heart is here Here thine heart is where that is which above Thine own deare heart thou dost esteem and love ODE 7. 1. See the deceitfulnesse of sinne And how the devill cheateth worldly men They heap up riches to themselves and then They think they cannot choose but winne Though for their parts They stake their hearts 2. The Merchant sends his heart to sea And there together with his ship 't is tost If this by chance miscarry that is lost His considence is cast away He hangs the head As he were dead 3. The Pedlar cryes What doe you lack What will you buy and boasts his wares the best But offers you the refuse of the rest As though his heart lay in his pack Which greater gaine Alone can draine 4. The Plowman furrowes up his land And sowes his heart together with his seed Which both alike earth-borne on earth doe feed And prosper or are at a stand He and his field Like fruit doe yeeld 5. The Broker and the Scriv'ner have The Us'rers heart in keeping with his bands His souls deare sustenance lyes in their hands And if they break their shop 's his grave His int'rest is His only blisse 6. The Money-horder in his bags Binds up his heart and locks it in his chest The same key serves to that and to his brest Which of no other heaven brags Nor can conceit A joy so great 7. So for the greedy Landmunger The Purchases he makes in ev'ry part Take livery and seifin of his heart Yet his insatiate hunger For all his store Gapes after more 8. Poore wretched Muckwormes wipe your eyes Uncase those â—… that beâ—…ot you so Your rich appearing wealth is reall woe Your death in your deâ—…res lyes Your hearts are where You love and feare 9. Oh think not then the world deserves Either to â—…e belov'd or fear'd by you Give heaven these affections as its due Which alwayes what it hath preserves In perfect blisse That endlesse is Embleme 8. The hardnesse of the Heart ZECH. 7. 12. They made their hearts as an adamant stone lost they should beare thâ—… Law Epigr. 8. WOrds move thee not nor works nor gifts noâ—… strokes Thy sturdy adamantine heart provokes My Justice sleights my mercies Anâ—…le â—… Thou stand'st unmoved though my haâ—…mer strike ODE 8. 1. What have we here An heart It lookes like one The shape and colour speake it such But having brought it to the touch I find it is no better then a stone Adamants are Softer by farre 2. Long hath it steeped been in Mercies milke And soaked in salvation Meet for the alteration Of anvills to have made them soft as silke Yet it is still Hard'ned in ill 3. Oft have I rain'd my Word upon it oft The dew of heaven hath distill'd With promises of mercy fill'd Able to make mountaines of marble soft Yet it is not Changed a jot 4. My beames of love shine on it every day Able to thaw the thickest ice And where they enter in a trice To make congealed Cryâ—…all melt away Yet warme they not This frozen clot 5. Nay more this hammer that is wont to grind Rocks unto dust and powder small Makes no impression at all Nor dint nor crack nor flaw that I can find But leaves it as Before it was 6. Is mine Almighty arme decai'd in strength Or hath mine hammer lost its weight That a poore lumpe of earth should sleight My mercies and not feele my wrath at length With which I make Ev'n heav'n to shake 7. No I am still the same I alter not And when I please my workes of wonder Shall bring the stoutest spirits under And make them to confesse it is their lot To bow or break When I but speak 8. But I would have men know 't is not my Word Or works alone can change their hearts These instruments performe their parts But 't is my Spirit doth this fruit afford 'T is I not art Can melt mans heart 9. Yet would they leave their customary sinning And so unclench the devills clawes That keepes them captive in his pawes My bounty soone should second that beginning Ev'n hearts of â—…eel My force should feel 3. I gave 't thee whole and fully furnished With all its faculties entire There wanted not The smallest jot That strictest justice could require To render it compleatly perfected 4. And is it reason what I gave in grosse Should be return'd but by retaile To take so small A part for all I reckon of no more availe Then where I scatter gold to gather drosse 5. Give me thine heart but as I gave it thee Or give it me at least as I Have given mine To purchase thine I halv'd it not when I did die But gave my self wholly to set thee free 6. The heart I gave thee was a living heart And when thine heart by sinne was slaine I laid downe mine To
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 Yâ—… 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 canâ—… in a trice Meli it like â—…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 rightâ—… eâ—…e And though I must â—… 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 â—…â—… it self â—… 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 â—… 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 dâ—…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
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
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 â—… Thy â—…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 â—… heart thou gavest that it might be mine Take thou mine heart then that it may be thine ODE 18. 1. Give thee mine â—… 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 â—… 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 paâ—…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 Whoâ—… hand â—… heaven at whose word Devills themselves doe quake Whose eyes out-shine the Sunne whose beck Can the whole â—… 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 â—…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 â—… 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 â—… 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 â—…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 eareâ—… 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 â—…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 â—… Mine heart thy sacrifice and â—… thy Spirit Kindle thy fire of love that I Burning with zeale to magâ—… thy merit May both consume my â—… and â—… Etâ—…nall â—…phie to thy â—… 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 â—…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
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
Mary may attend her better choise That meditation may advance Mine heart on purpose not by chance My body shall keep holy day that so My mind with better liberty may goe About her bus'nesse and ingrosse That gaine which worldly men count losse 4. And though my senses sleep the while My mind my senses shall beguile With dreames of thee dear Lord whose rare perfections Of excellence are such that bare inspections Cannot suffice my greedy soule Nor her fierce appetite controule Bur that the more she lookes the more she longs And strives to thrust into the thickest throngs Of those divine discoveries Which dazell even Angels eyes 5. Oh could I lay aside this flesh And follow after thee with fresh And free desires my disentangled soule Ravisht with admiration should roule It self and all its thoughts on thee And by beleeving strive to see What is invisible to flesh and blood And only by fruition understood The beauty of each sev'rall grace That shines in thy Sunne-shaming face 6. But what I can doe that I will Waking and sleeping seek thee still I 'll leave no place unpri'd into behind me Where I can but imagine I may find thee I 'll aske of all I meet if they Can tell thee where thou art which way Thou go'st that I may follow after thee Which way thou com'st that thou mai'st meet with me If not thy face Lord let mine heart Behold with Moses thy back part Embleme 33. The wounding of the Heart LAM. 3.12 He hath bent his bow and set me as a mark for the arrow Epigr. 33. A Thousand of thy strongest shasts my light Draw up against this heart with all thy might And strike it through They that in need doe stand Of cure are healed by thy wounding hand ODE 33. 1. Nay spare me not dear Lord it cannot be They should be hurt that wounded are by thee Thy shafts will heale the hearts they hit And to each sore its salve will fit All hearts by Nature are both sick and sore And mine as much as any else or more There is no place that 's free from finne Neither without it nor within And universall maladies doe crave Variety of medicines to have 2. First let the arrow of thy piercing eye Whose light outvieth the star-spangled skie Strike through the darkneâ—… of my mind And leave no cloudy mist behind Let thy resplendent rayes of knowledge dart Bright beames of understanding to mine heart To my finne-shadow'd heart wherein Black ignorance did first begin To blurre thy beauteous Image and deface The glory of thy self-sufficing grace 3. Next let the shaft of thy sharp-pointed pow'r Discharged by that strength that can devour All difficulties and encline Stout opposition to resigne Its steely stubbornesse subdue my will Make it hereafter ready to fulfill Thy royall Law of righteousnesse As gladly as I must confesse It hath fulfilled heretofore th' unjust Prophane and cruell lawes of its own lust 4. Then let that love of thine which made thee leave The bosome of thy Father and beâ—…eave Thy self of thy â—… glory Matter for an eternall story Strike through mine affections all together And let that Sun shine â—…eer the cloudy weather Wherein they wander without guide Or order as the wind and tide Of floting â—… transport and tosse them Till self-begotten troubles curbe and crosse them 5. Lord empty all thy Quivers let there be No corner of my spacious heart left free Till all be but one wound wherein No subtill sight-abhorring sinne May lurk in secret unespi'd by me Or reigne in power unsubdu'd by thee Perfect thy purchas'd victory That thou mai'st ride triumphantly And leading captive all captivity Mai'st put an end to enmity in me 6. Then blessed Archer in requitall I To shoote thine arrowes back again will try By pray'rs and praises sighs and sobs By vowes and teares by groans and throbs I 'll see if I can pierce and wound thine heart And vanquish thee againe by thine own art Or that we may at once provide For all mishaps that may betide Shoot thou thy self thou polisht shaft to me And I will shoot my broken heart to thee Embleme 34. The inhabiting of the Heart GAL. 4.6 God hath sent â—… the Spirit of his Son into your hearts Epigâ—… 34. MIne heart 's an â—… my â—… and thou â—… tell â—…â—… enough â—… thy Spirit dwell For ever therâ—…â—…â—…â—… mai'st love me And being to â—… I mâ—…y agaâ—…ne love thee ODE 34. 1. Welcome great guest this house mine heart Shall all be thine I will resigne Mine interest in ev'ry part Only be pleas'd to use it as thine own For ever and inhabite it alone There 's roome enough and if the furniture Were answerably fitted I am sure Thou would'st be well content to stay And by thy light Possesse my sight With sense of an eternall day 2. It is thy building Lord ' r was made At thy command And still doth stand Upheld and shelter'd by the shade Of thy protecting providence though such As is decaied and impaired much Since the removall of thy residence When with thy grace glory departed hence It hath been all this while an Inne To intertaine The vile and vaine And wicked companies of sinne 3. Although 't be but an house of clay Fram'd out of dust And such as must Dissolved be yet it was gay And glorious indeed when ev ry place Was furnished and fitted with thy grace When in the Presence-chamber of my mind The bright Sun-beames of perfect knowledge shin'd When my will was thy Bed-chamber And ev'ry pow'r A stately Tow'r Sweetned with thy Spirits amber 4. But whilst thou do'st thy self absent It is not grown Noysome alone But all to pieces torne and rent The windowes all are stopt or broken so That no light without wind can thorow goe The roofe 's uncover'd and the wall 's decai'd The door 's flung off the hooks the floor 's unlai'd Yea the foundation rotten is And every where It doth appeare All that remaines is farre amisse 5. But if thou wilt returne againe And dwell in me Lord thou shalt see What care I 'll take to intertaine Thee though not like thy self yet in such sort As thou wilt like and I shall thank thee for 't Lord let thy blessed Spirit keep possession And all things will be well at least confession Shall tell thee what 's amisse in me And then thou shalt Or mend the fault Or take the blame of all on thee Embleme 35. The enlarging of the Heart PSAL. 119.32 I will runne the way of thy Commandements when thou shall enlarge my heart Epigr. 35. HOw pleasant is that now which heretofore Mine heart hela buter sacred learnings lâ—…e â—… hearts enter with greatest ease The â—… paths and runne the narrowest wayes ODE 35. 1. What a blessed change I find Since I intertain d this guest Now me thinks another mind Moves and rules within my brest Surely I am not the same That I was before he came But
I then was much too blame 2. When before my God commanded Any thing he would have done I was close and gripple handed Made an end ere I begunne If he thought it fit to lay Judgements on me I could say They are good but shrinke away 3. All the wayes of righteousâ—…sse I did think were full of trouble I complain'd of tediousnesse And each duty â—… double Whilst I serv'd him but of feare Ev'ry minute did appeare Longer sarre then a whole yeare 4. Strictnesse in Religion seemed Like a pined pinion'd thing Bolts and fetters I esteemed More beseeming for a King Then for me to bow my neck And be at anothers beck When I felt my conscience check 5. But the case is alter'd now He no sooner turnes his eye But I quickly bend and bow Ready at his feet to lie Love hath taught me to obey All his precepts and to say Not to morrow but to day 6. What he wills I say I must What I must I say I will He commanding it is just What he would I should fulfill Whilst he biddeth I beleeve What he calls for he will give To obey him is to live 7. His Command'ments grievous are not Longer then men think tâ—…m so Though he send me forth I care not Whilst he gives me strength to goe When or whither all is one On his bus'nesse not mine owne I shall never goe alone 8. If I be compleat in him And in him all fulnesse dwelleth I am sure aloft to swim Whilst that Ocean overswelleth Having him that 's All in All I am confident I shall Nothing want for which I call Embleme 36. The inflaming of the Heart PSAL. 39.3 My heart was hot within me while I was musing the sire burned Epigr. 36. SPare not my love to kindle and enflame Mine heart within throughout untill the same Breake forth and burnc that so thy Salamander Mine heart may never from thy furnace wander ODE 36. 1. Welcome holy heavenly fire Kindled by immortall love Which descending from above Makes all earthly thoughts retire And give place To that grace Which with gentle violence Conquers all corrupt affections Rebell Natures insurrections Bidding them be packing hence 2. Lord thy fire doth heat within Warmeth not without alone Though it be an heart of stone Of it self congeal'd in sinne Hard as steel If it feel Thy dissolving pow'r it groweth Soft as waxe and quickly takes Any print thy Spirit make Paying what thou sai'st it oweth 3. Of it self mine heart is dark But thy fire by shining bright Fills it full of saving light Though 't be but a little spark Lent by thee I shall see More by it then all the light Which in fullest measures streames From corrupted Natures beames Can discover to my sight 4. Though mine heart be ice and snow To the things which thou hast chosen All benum'd with cold and frozen Yet thy fire will make it glow Though it burnes When it turnes Tow'rds the things which thou do'st hate Yet thy blessed warmth no doubt Will that wild-fire soone draw out And the heat thereof abate 5. Lord thy fire is active using Alwayes either to ascend To its native heav'n or lend Heat to others and diffusing Of its store Gathers more Never ceasing till it make All things like it selfe and longing To see others come with thronging Of thy goodnesse to partake 6. Lord then let thy fire enflame My cold heart so thoroughly That the heat may never die But continue still thr same That I may Ev'ry day More and more consuming sinne Kindling others and attending All occasions of ascending Heaven upon earth begin Embleme 37. The ladder of the Heart PSAL. 84. 5. In whose heart are the wayes of them Epigr. 37. WOuld'st thou my love a ladder have whereby Thou mai'st climbe heaven to sit downe on high In thine owne heart then frame thee steps and bend Thy mind to muse how thou mai'st there ascend ODE 37. The Soule 1. What Shall I Alwayes lie Grov'ling on earth Where there is no mirth Why should I not ascend And climbe up where I may mend My meane estate of misery Happinesse I know's exceeding high Yet sure there is some remedy for that Christ 2. True There is Perfect blisse The fruit of love May be had above But he that will obtaine Such a gold-exceeding gaine Must never think to reach the same And scale heav'ns walls untill he frame A ladder in his heart â—…â—…â—… The Soule 3. Lord I will But the skill Is not mine owne Such an art 's not knowne Unlesse thou wilt it teach It is farre above the reach Of mortall minds to understand But if thou wilt lend thine helping hand I will endeavour to obey thy Word Christ 4. Well Then see That thou be As ready prest To performe the rest As now to promise faire And I 'll teach thee how to reare A scaling-ladder in thine heart To mount heaven with no rules of art But I alone can the composure tell 5. First Thou must Take on trust All that I say Reason must not sway Thy judgement crosse to mine But her Scepter quite resigne Faith must be both thy ladder sides Which will stay thy steps what e'er betides And satisfie thine hunger and thy thirst 6. Then The round Next the ground Which I must see Is Humilitie From which thou must ascend And with perseverance end Vertue to vertue grace to grace Must each orderly succeed in' ts place And when thou hast done all beginne againe Embleme 38. The flying of the Heart ISA. 60. 5. Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the Doves to their windowes Epigr. 38. OH that mine heart had wings like to a Dove That I might quickly hasten hence and move With speedy flight tow'rds the celâ—…stiall spheares As weary of this world its faults and feares ODE 38. 1. This way though pleasant yet me thinks is long Step after step makes little haste And I am not so strong As still to last Among So great So many lets Swelter'd and swill'd in sweat My toyling soule both fumes and frets As though she were inclin'd to a retreat 2. Corruption clogs my feet like filthy clay And I am ready still to slip Which makes me often stay When I should trip Away My feares And faults are such As challenge all my teares So justly that it were not much If I in weeping should spend all my yeares 3. This makes me weary of the world below And greedy of a place above On which I may bestow My choisest love And so Obtaine That favour which Excells all worldly gaine And maketh the possessour rich In happinesse of a transcendent straine 4. What must I still be rooted here below And riveted unto the ground Wherein mine haste to grow Will be though sound But slow I know The Sunne exhales Grosse vapours from below Which scorning as it were the Vales On mountaine-topping clouds themselves bestow 5. But my fault-frozen heart is flow to move Makes
did'st endure One stripe though not thine owne thereby my gaine Thou did'st procure That when I shall be scourged for thy sake Thy stripes may make Mine acceptable that I may not grutch When I remember thou hast borne as much 4. As much and more for me Come then mine heart And willingly Submit thy selfe to suffer smile at smart And death deâ—…e Feare not to feel that hand correcting thee Which set thee free Stripes as the tokens of his love he leaves Who scourgeth ev'ry sonne whom he receives 5. There 's foolishnesse bound up within thee fast But yet the rod Of fatherly correction at the last If blest by God Will drive it farre away and wisdome give That thou maist live Not to thy self but him that first was slaine And died for thee and then rose againe 6. Thou art not onely dull and slow of pace But stnbborne too And refractory ready to outface Rather then doe Thy duty though thou know'st it must be so Thou wilt not go The way thou should'st till some affliction First set thee right then prick and spurre thee on 7. Top-like thy figure and condition is Neither to stand Nor stirre thy self alone whilst thou do'st â—… An helping hand To set thee up and store of stripes bestow To make thee goe Begge then thy blessed Saviour to transferre His scourges unto thee to make thee stirre Embleme 45. The hedging of the Heart HOS. 2.6 I will hedge up thy way with thornes Epigr. 45. HE that of thornes would gather roses may In his own heart if handled the right way Hearts hedged with Christs Crowne of thornes in stead Of thorny cares will sweetest roses breed ODE 45. 1. A crowne of thornes I thought so ten to one A crowne without a thorne there 's none There 's none on earth I meane what shall I then Rejoyce to see him crown'd by men By whom Kings rule and reigne Or shall I scorne And hate to see earths curse a thorne Prepost ' rously preferr'd to crowne those browes From whence all blisse and glory flowes Or shall I both be clad And also sad To think it is a crowne and yet so bad 2. There 's cause enough of both I must confesse Yet what 's that unto me unlesse I take a course his crowne of thornes may be Made mine transferr'd from him to me Crownes had they been of starres could adde no more Glory where there was all before And thornes might scratch him could not make him worse Then he was made finne and a curse Come then mine heart take downe Thy Saviours Crowne Of thornes and see if thou canst make 't thine owne 3. Remember first thy Saviours head was crown'd By the same hands that did him wound They meant it not to honour but to scorne him When in such sort they did bethorne him Think earthly honours such if they redound Not to his glory th' are not sound Never beleeve they minde to dignifie Thee that thy Christ would crucifie Think ev'ry crowne a thorne Unlesse 't adorne Thy Christ as well as him by whom 't is worne 4. Consider then that as the thorny crowne Circled thy Saviours head thine owne Continuall care to please him and provide For the advantage of his side Must fence thine actions and affections so That they shall neither dare to goe Out of that compasse nor vouchsase accesse To what might make that care goe â—… Let no such thing draw nigh Which shall not spie Thornes ready plac'd to â—…ick it till it die 5. Thus compass'd with thy Saviours thorny Crowne Thou mai'st securely sit thee downe And hope that he who made of water wine Will turne each Thorne unto a Vine Were thou â—… gather grapes and to delight thee Roses nor need the prickles fright thee Thy Saviours sacred temples tooke away The curse that in their â—… lay So thou mai'st crowned be As well as he And at the last light in his light shalt see Embleme 46. The fastening of the Heart JER. 32.40 I will put my feare in their hearts that they shall not depart from me Epigr. 46. THou thath wast nailed to the Crosse for me Lest I stould slip and fall away from thee Drive home thine holy feare into mine heart And clench it so that it may ne'er depart ODE 46. 1. What do'st thou struggle to get loose againe Hast thou so soone forgot the former paine That thy licentious bondage unto sinne And lust enlarged thraldome put thee in Hast thou a mind againe to rove and ramble Rogue-like a vagrant through the world and scramble For scraps and crusts of earth bred base delights And change thy dayes of joy for tedious nights Of sad repentant sorrow What wilt thou borrow That griefe to day which thou must pay to morrow 2. No self-deceiving heart lest thou should'st cast Thy cords away and burst the bands at last Of thy Redeemers tender love I 'll try What further fastnesse in his feare doth lie The cords of love soaked in lust may rot And bands of bounty are too oft forgot But holy filiall feare like to a naile Fast ned in a sure place will never faile This driven home will take Fast hold and make Thee that thou darest not thy God forsake 3. Remember how besides thy Saviours bands Wherewith they led him bound his holy hands And feet were pierced how they nail'd him fast Unto his bitter â—… and how at last His precious side was goared with a speare So hard sharp-pointed â—… and steel did teare His tender flesh that from those wounds might flow The sov'raigne salve for sin-procured woe Then that thou mai'st not saile Of that availe Refuse not to be fast'ned with his naile 4. Love in an heart of flesh is apt to taint Or be fly-blowne with folly and its saint And feeble spirits when it shewes most faire Are often fed on by the empty aire Of popular applause unlesse the salt Of holy feare in time prevent the fault But season'd so it will be kept for ever He that doth feare because he loves will never Adventure to offend But alwayes â—…end His best endeavours to content his friend 5. Though perfect love cast out all servile feare Because such feare hath torment yet thy dear Redeemer meant not so to set thee free That filiall feare and thou should strangers be Though as a sonne thou honour him thy father Yet as a master thou maist feare him rather Feare 's the soules Centinell and keepes the heart Wherein love lodges so that all the art And industry of those That are its foes Cannot betray it to its former woes Embleme 47. The new wine of the Heart PSAâ—… 104.115 Wine that maketh glad the heart of man Epigr. 47. CHrist the true Vine grape cluster on the Crosse Trod the â—…nepresse alone unto the losse Of bloud life Draw thankfull heart and spare not Here 's wine enough for all save those that care not ODE 47. 1. Leave not thy Saviour now what ev'r thou