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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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 ●… 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 ●… that be●…ot you so Your rich appearing wealth is reall woe Your death in your de●…res lyes Your hearts are where You love and feare 9. Oh think not then the world deserves Either to ●…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 th●… Law Epigr. 8. WOrds move thee not nor works nor gifts no●… strokes Thy sturdy adamantine heart provokes My Justice sleights my mercies An●…le ●… Thou stand'st unmoved though my ha●…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 Cry●…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 ●…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

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