do'st Doubtfull distrustfull heart Thy former paines and labours all are lost If now thou shalt depart And faithlesly fall off at last from him Who to redeeme thee spar'd nor life nor limme 2. Shall he that is thy Cluster and thy Vine Tread the winepresse alone Whilst thou stand'st looking on Shall both the wine And worke be all his owne See how he bends crusht with the straitned Screw Of that fierce wrath that to thy sinnes was due 3. Although thou canst not helpe to beare it yet Thrust thy selfe under too That thou mai'st feel some of the weight and get Although not strength to doe Yet will to suffer something as he doth That the same stresse at once may squeeze you both 4. Thy Saviour being press'd to death there ran Out of his sacred wounds That wine that maketh glad the heart of man And all his foes confounds Yea the full-flowing fountain s open still For all grace-thirsting hearts to drinke their fill 5. And not to drinke alone to satiate Their longing appetites Or drowne those cumbrous cares that would abate The edge of their delights But when they toyle and foile themselves with sinne Both to refresh to purge and cleanse them in 6. Thy Saviour hath begun this Cup to thee And thou must not refuse 't Presse then thy sin-swoll'n sides untill they be Empty and fit to use 't Doe not delay to come when he doth call Nor feare to want where there 's enough for all 7. Thy bounteous Redeemer in his bloud Fills thee not wine alone But likewise gives his flesh to be thy food Which thou â—… make thine owne And feede on him who hath himself revealed The bread of Life by God the Father sealed 8. Nay he 's not food alone but physicke too When ever thou art sick And in thy â—… strength that thou mai'st doe Thy duty and not stick At any thing that he requires of thee How hard soever it may seeme to be 9. Make all the haste then that thou canst to come Before the day be past And think not of returning to thy home Whilst yet the light doth last The longer and the more thou draw'st this wine Still thou shalt find it more and more divine 10. Or if thy Saviour think it meet to throw Thee in the Presse againe To suffer as he did yet doe not grow Displeased at thy paine A Summer season followes Winter weather Suffring you shall be glorifi'd together REVEL. 22. 17. The Spirit and the Bride say Come And let him that heareth say Come And let him that is a thirst come And whosoever will let him take the water of life freely The CONCLVSION IS this my period Have I now no more To doe hereafter Shall my mind give o're It s â—…â—… thus and idle be Or buss'd other wise Should I not see How to improve my thoughts more â—… Before â—… these Heart School â—… by Sea-knowledge is an â—…â—… An â—… that doth not onely aske A â—… time but challengeth To â—… until death Yet as in â—… they have a care To call for â—…â—… and are â—… â—… â—… â—… So â—… What I have done â—… Perhaps I may â—… To alter or to â—… And I may â—… With my great â—… From taking our â—… How I retaine â—… old â—… And if it be his pleasure I shall say These â—… before others that they may Or learne them too or only censure me I 'll wait with patience the successe to see And though I looke not to have leave to play For that this School allowes not yet I may Another time perhaps if they approve Of these such as they are and shew their love To the School of the Heart by calling for 't Adde other lessons more of the like sort The Learning of the Heart The Preface I Am a Scholar The great Lord of Love And life my Tutor is Who from above All that lack Learning to his School invites My Hearts my Prayer-book in which he writes Systemes of all the Arts and Faculties First reads to me then makes me exercise But all in paradoxes such high strains As flow from none but love Inspired Brains Yet bids me publish them abroad and dare T' excell his Arts above all other Arts that are Why should I not me thinks it cannot be But they should please others as well as me Come then joyn'd hands and let our heart's embrace Whil'st thus loves Labyrinth of Arts we â—… I mean the Sidem's call'd â—… Both â—… and â—… With the higher â—… â—… And Law and â—… The Grammar of the Heart PSAL. 15. 2. That speaketh the Truth in his Heart MY Grammar I define to he an Art Which teacheth me to write and speak mine heart By which I learn that smooth tongu'd flatt'ries are False Language and in love irregular Among'st my Letters Vow-wells I admit Of none but Consonant to sacred â—… And therefore when my Soul in silence moans Half vowel'd sighs and double deep thong'd groans Mute looks and liquid tears in stead of words Are of the language that mine heart affords And since true love abhors all variations My Grammar hath no moads nor conjugations Tenses nor Persons nor Declensions Cases nor genders nor comparisons What are my Letters are my Words but one And on the meaning of it love alone Concard is all my Syntax and agreement Is in my Grammar perfect regiment He wants no Language that hath learn'd to love When tongues are still hearts will be heard above The Rethorick of the Heart PSAL. 45. 1. My Heart is inaiting a good matter MY Rethorick is not so much an Art As an infused habit in mine Heart Which a sweet secret Elegance Instills And all my Speech with Tropes and Figures fills Love is the tongues Elixir which doth change The ordinary sense of words and range Them under other kinds dispose them so That to the height of eloquence they grow E'vn in their native plainness and must be So understood as liketh love and me When I say Christ I mean my Saviour When his Command'ment my behaviour For to that end it was he â—…â—… And to this purpose 't is I bear his Name When I say Hallow'd be thy name he knows I would be holy for his glory grows Together with my good and he hath not Given more honour then himself hath got So when I say Lord let thy Kingdom come He understands it I would be at home To raign with him in glory So grace brings My love in me to be the â—… of Kings He teacheth me to say Thy will be done But meaneth he would â—… me do mine own By making â—… to â—… And so to rule my self and serve him both So when he saith My Son give me thine heart I know his meaning is that I should part With all I have for him give him my self And to be rich in him from worldly pelf When he says come to me I know that he Means I should wait his coming unto me Since 't is his coming unto me that makes Me come to him my part he undertakes And when he says Behold I come I know His parpose and intent is I should go With all the speed I can to meet him whence His coming is attract ve draws me hence Thick folded Repititions in Love Are no â—… but strongly move And bind â—… Attention Exclamations Are the hearts heaven â—… Exaltions Epiphonemaes and Apostrophes Love likes of well but no Prosopopes Not doubtful but careful deliberations Love holds as grounds of strongest Resolutions Thus love and I a thousand ways can find To speak and understand each others mind And descant upon that which unto others Is but plain Song and all their Musick smothers â—… that which worldly wit worms call nonsence Is many times loves purest Eloquence The Logick of the Heart 1 Pet. 3. 15. Be ready always to give an Answer to every man that asketh you a Reason of the Hope that is in you MY Logick is the faculty of Faith Where all things are resolv'd â—… be saith And Ergoes drawn from trust and â—… Twist and tie Truths with stronger â—… Then either sense or reason for the heart And not the head is fountain of this Art And what the heart objects none can â—… But God himself till death the frame â—… Nay Faith can after death â—… with dust And argue ashes into stronger trust And better hopes then Brass and â—… can Be emblemes of unto the outward man All my invention is to find what terms My Lord and I stand in how he confirms His â—… to me how I inherit What he hath purchased for me by his merit My judgment is submission to his will And when he once hath spoken to be still My Method 's to be â—… by him What he â—… that I think most trim Loves Arguments are all will thou must What he says and commands are true and â—… When to dispute and argue's â—… of â—… Then to â—… and to â—… is â—… FINIS
good or ill The Soule 5. God infinitly good my maker is Who neither will nor can doe ought amisse The being I receiv'd was that he sent And therefore I am sure must needs be excellent The Serpent 6. Suppose it be yet doubtlesse he that gave Thee such a being must himselfe needs have A better farre more excellent by much Or else be sure that he could not have made thee such The Soule 7. Such as he made me I am well content Still to continue for if he had meant I should enjoy a better state he would As easily as not have giv'n it if he would The Serpent 8. And is it not all one if he have given Thee meanes to get it must he still be driven To new workes of creation for thy sake Wilt thou not what he sets before thee daine to take The Soule 9. Yes of the fruits of all the other trees I freely take and ear they are the sees Allow'd me for the dressing by the Maker But of this fatall fruit I must not be partaker The Serpent 10. And why what danger can it be to eat That which is good being ordain'd for meat What wilt thou say God made it not for food Or dur'st thou think that made by him it is not good The Soule 11. Yes good it is no doubt and good for meat But I am not allow'd thereof to eat My Makers prohibition under paine Of death the day I eat thereof makes me refraine The Serpent 12. Faint-hearted fondling canst thou feare to dye Being a Spirit and immortall Fie God knowes this fruit once eaten will refine Thy groster parts alone and make thee all divine The Soule 13. There 's something in it sure were it not good It had not in the mid'st of th' garden stood And being good I can no more refraine From wishing then then I can the fire to burne restraine 14. Why doe I trifle then what I desire Why doe I not Nothing can quench the fire Of longing but fruition Come what will Eat it I must that I may know what 's good and ill The Serpent 15. So thou art taken now that resolution Gives an eternall date to thy confusion The knowledge thou hast got of good and ill Is of good gone and past of evill present still Embleme 2. The taking away of the Heart HOS. 4. 11. Whoredome and wine and new win take away the Heart Epigr. 2. BAse lust and luxury the scumme and dâ—…osse Of hell-borne pleasures please thee to the losse Of thy souls precious eyesight reasoâ—… â—… Mindâ—…sse thy mind hearâ—…â—… heart doth grow ODE 2. 1. Laid downe already and so fast asleepe Thy precious heart left loosly on thine hand Which with all diligence thou shouldest keep And guard against those enemies that stand Ready prepar'd to plunge it in the deep Of all distresse Rouze thee and understand In time what in the end thou must confesse That misery at last and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from slothfull idlenesse 2. Whilst thou list soaking in security Thou drown'st thy selfe in sensuail delight And wallow'st in debauched luxurie Which when thou art awake and see'st will fright Thine heart with horror When thou shalt deâ—…cry By the daylight the danger of the night Then then if not too late thou wilt confesse That endlesse misery and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from riotous excesse 3. Whilst thou dost pamper thy proud flesh and thrust Into thy panch the prime of all thy store Thou dost but gather fuell for that lust Which boyling in thy liver runneth o're And frieth in thy throbbing veines which must Needs vent or burst when they can hold no more But oh consider what thou shalt confesse At last that misery and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from lustfull wantonnesse 4. Whilst thou dost feed effeminate desires With spumy pleasures whilst fruition The coals of lust fannes into flaming fires And spurious delights thou doatest on Thy mind through cold remisnesse ev'n expires And all the active vigour of 't is gone Take heed in time or else thou shalt confesse At last that misery and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from carelesse-mindednesse 5. Whilst thy regardlesse sense-dissolved mind Lies by unbent that should have been thy spring Of motion all thy headstrong passions find Themselves let loose and follow their own swing Forgetfull of the great account behind As though there never would be such a thing But when it comes indeed thou wilt confesse That misery alone and wreâ—…hednesse Is all the fruit that springs from soule forgetfulnesse 6. Whilst thou remembrest not thy later end Nor what a reck'ning one day thou must make Putting no difference betwixt foe and friend Thou suffer'st hellish Fiends thine heart to take Who all the while thou triflest doe attend Ready to bring it to the burning lake Of fire and brimstone where thou shalt confesse That endlesse misery and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from stupid heartlesnesse Embleme 3. The darknesse of the Heart ROM. 1.21 Their foolish heart was darkened Epigr. 3. SVch cloudy shadowes have eclips'd thine heart As Nature cannot parallel nor Art Vnlessethou take my light of truth to guide thee Blacknesse of darknesse will at last betide thee ODE 3. 1. Tarry O tarry lest thine heedlesse hast Hurry thee headlong unto hell at last See see thine heart 's already half-way there Those gloomy shadowes that encompasse it Are the vast confines of th' infernall pit O stay and if thou lov'st not light yet feare That fatall darknesse where Such danger doth appeare 2. A night of ignorance hath overspread Thy mind and understanding thou art led Blindfolded by unbridled passion Thou wand rest in the crooked wayes of errour Leading directly to the King of terrour The course thou takest if thou holdest on Will bury thee anon In deep destruction 3. Whilst thou art thus deprived of thy â—…ight Thou know'st no difference between noone and night Though the Sun shine yet thou regard'st it not My love-alluring beauty cannot draw thee Nor doth my mind-amating terrour awe thee Like one that had both good and ill forgot Thou carest not a jot What falleth to thy lot 4. Thou art become unto thy selfe a stranger Observest not thine own desert or danger Thou know'st not what thou dost nor canst thou tel Whither thou goest shooting in the darke How canst thou ever hope to hit the marke What expectation hast thou to doe well That art content to dwell Within the verge of hell 5. Alas thou hast not so much knowledge left As to consider that thou art bereft Of thine owne eye-sight But thou runn'st as though Thou sawest all before thee whilst thy minde To neerest necessary things is blind Thou knowest nothing as thou ought'st to know Whilst thou esteemest so The things that are below 6. Would ever any that had eyes mistake As thou art wont to doe no difference make Betwixt the way to heaven
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
hold 6. Search it and thou shalt find It wants integrity And is not yet so thorow lin'd With single ey'd sincerity As it should be some more humility There wants to make it weight and some more constancy 7. Whilst windy vanity Doth â—…any up with pride And double fac'd hypocriâ—… Doth many empty hollowes hide It is but good in part and that but little Wav'ring unstaidnesse maâ—… its resolutions brittle 8. The heart that in my sight As currant coyne would passe Must not be the least graine too light But as at first it stamped was Keep then thine heart till it be better growne And when it is full weight I 'll take it for mine owne 9. But if thou art asham'd To find thine heart so light And art afraid thou shalt be blam'd I 'll teach thee how to set it right Adde to my Law my Gospell and there see My merits thine and then the scales will equall be Embleme 21. The trying of the Heart PROV. 17.3 The fining pot for silver and the furnace for gold but the Lord trieth the hearts Epigr. 21. THine heart my deer more precious is then gold Or the most precious things that can be told Provided first that my pure fire have tri'd Out all the drosse and passe it purifi'd ODE 21. 1. What take it at adventure and not try What metall it is made of No not I. Should I now lightly let it passe Take sullen lead for silver sounding brasse In stead of solid gold alas What would become of it In the great day Of making jewells 't would be cast away 2. The heart thou giv'st me must be such a one As is the same throughout I will have none But that which will abide the fire 'T is not a glitt'ring outside I desire Whose seeming shewes doe soone expire But reall worth within which neither drosie Nor base allayes make subject unto losse 3. If in the composition of thine heart A stubborne steely wilfulnesse have part That will not bow and bend to me Save onely in a meer formality Of tinsell-trim'd hypocrisie I care not for it though it shew as faire As the first blush of the Sun-gilded aire 4. The heart that in my furnace will not melt When it the glowing heat thereof hath felt Turne liquid and dillolve in teares Of true repentance for its faults that heares My threatning voyce and never feares Is not an heart worth having If it be An heart of stone 't is not an heart for me 5. The heart that cast into my fornace spits And sparkles in my face falls into fits Of discontented grudging whines When it is broken of its will repines At the least suffering declines My fatherly correction is an heart On which I care not to bestow mine art 6. The heart that in my flames asunder flies Scatters it selse at randon and so lies In heapes of ashes here and there Whose dry dâ—…persed parts will not draw neeâ—… To one another and adhere In a firme union hath no metall in 't Fit to be stamp'd and coyned in my mint 7. The heart that vapours out it selfe in smoak And with those cloudy shadowes thinks to cloak Its empty nakednesse how much So ever thou esteemest it is such As never will endure my touch Before I tak 't for mine then I will trie What kind of metall in thine heart ' doth lie 8. I 'll bring it to my furnace and there see What it will prove what it is like to be If it be gold it will be sure The hottest fire that can be to endure And I shall draw it out more pure Affliction may refine but cannot wast That heart wherein my love is fixed fast Embleme 22. The sounding of the Heart JER. 17.9 The heart is deceitfull above all things and desperatly wicked Who can know it I the Lord Epigr. 22. I that alone am infinite can try How deep within it self thine heart doth lie The Sea-mans plummet can but reach the ground I find that which thine heart it self ne'er sound ODE 22. 1. A goodly heart to see to faire and fat It may be so and what of that Is it not hollow Hath it not within A bottomlesse whirlpoole of sinne Are there not secret creeks and cranies there Turning and winding corners where The heart it self ev'n from it self may hide And lurke in secret unespi'd I 'll none of it if such a one it prove Truth in the inward parts is that I love 2. But who can tell what is within thine heart 'T is not a worke of Nature Art Cannot performe that taske 't is I alone Not man to whom mans heart is knowne Sound it thou maist and must but then the line And plummet must be mine not thine And I must guide it too thine hand and eye May quickly be deceiv'd but I That made thine heart at first am better skill'd To know when it is empty when 't is fill'd 3. Lest then thou should'st deceive thy self for me Thou canst not I will let thee see Some of those depths of Satan depths of hell Wherewith thine hollow heart doth swell Under pretence of knowledge in thy mind Errour and ignorance I find Quick-sands of rotten Superstition Spred over with misprision Some thing thou knowest not misknowest others And oft thy conscience its owne knowledge smothers 4. Thy crooked will that seemingly enclines To follow reasons dictates twines Another way in secret leaves its guide And laggs behind or swarves aside Crab-like creepes backward when it should have made Progresse in good is retrograde Whilst it pretends a priviledge above Reasons prerogative to move As of it self unmov'd rude passions learne To leave the Oare and take in hand the Sterne 5. The tides of thine affections ebbe and flow Rise up aloft fall downe below Like to the suddaine land-flouds that advance Their swelling waters but by chance Thy love desire thy hope delight and feare Ramble they care not when nor where Yet cunningly beare thee in hand they be Only directed unto me Or most to me and would no notice take Of other things but only for my sake 6. Such strange prodigious impostures lurke In thy prestigious heart 't is worke Enough for thee all thy life time to learne How thou may'st truly it discerne That when upon mine altar thou dost lay Thine off'ring thou may'st sasely say And sweare it is an heart for if it should Prove only an heart-case it would Nor pleasing be to me nor doe thee good An heart 's no heart not rightly understood Embleme 23. The levelling of the Heart PSAL. 97.11 Gladnesse to the upright in heart Epigr. 23. SEt thine heare upright if thou would'st reioyce And please thy self in thine hearts pleasing choâ—…se But then be sure thy plimme and levell be Rightly appli'd to that which pleaseth me ODE 23. 1. Nay yet I have not done one triall more Thine heart must undergo before I will accept of it Unlesse I see It upright be I cannot think it fit To be
poore proceedings at the best As though it did not love Nor long for rest Above Mine eyes Can upward looke As though they did despise All things on earth and could not brooke Their presence but mine heart is slow to rise 6. Oh that it were once winged like the Dove That in a moment mounts on high Then should it soone remove Where it may ly In love And loe This one desire Me thinks hath imp'd it so That it already flies like fire And ev'n my verses into wings doe grow Embleme 39. The union of the Heart EZEK. 11.19 I will give them one heart Epigr. 39. LIke minded minds hearts alike heartily Affected will together live and die Many things meete and part but loves great gable Tying two hearts makes them inseparable ODE 39. The Soule 1. All this is not enough me thinks I grow More greedy by fruition what I get Serves but to set An edge upon mine appetite And all thy gifts doe but invite My pray'rs for more Lord if thou wilt not still encrease my store Why did'st thou any thing at all bestow Christ 2. And is 't the fruit of having still to crave Then let thine heart united be to mine And mine to thine In a firme union whereby We may no more be thou and I Or I and thou But both the same and then I will avow Thou canst not want what thou do'st wish to have The Soule 3. True Lord for thou art All in All to me But how to get my stubborne heart to twine And close with thine I doe not know nor can I guesse How I should ever learne unlesse Thou wilt direct The course that I must take to that effect 'T is thou not I must knit mine heart to thee Christ 4. 'T is true and so I will but yet thou must Doe something tow'rds it too First thou must lay All â—…nne away And separate from that which would Our meeting intercept and hold Us distant still I am all goodnesse and can close with ill No more then richest diamonds with dust 5. Then thou must not count any earthly thing How ever gay and gloriously set forth Of any worth Compar'd with me that am alone Th' eternall high and holy One But place thy love Onely on me and on the things above Which true content and endlesse comfort bring 6. Love is the loadstone of the heart the glew The cement and the â—…oder which alone Unites in one Things that before were not the same But only like imparts the name And nature too Of each to th' other nothing can undoe The knot that 's knit by love if it be true 7. But if in deed and truth thou lovest me And not in word alone then I shall find That thou dost mind The things I mind and regulate All thine affections love and hate Delight desire Feare and the rest by what I doe require And I in thee my self shall alwayes see Embleme 40. The rest of the Heart PSAL. 116.7 Returne unto thy rest O my soule Epigr. 40. MY busie stirring heart that seekes the best Can find no place on earth wherein to rest For God alone the author of its blesse It s only rest its onely center â—… ODE 40. 1. Move me no more mad world it is in vaâ—…ne Experience tells me plaine I should deceived be If ever I againe should trust in thee My weary heart hath ransackt all Thy treasuries both great and small And thy large inventories beares in minde Yet could it never finde One place wherein to rest Though it hath often tried all the best 2. Thy profits brought me losse in stead of gaine And all thy pleasures paine Thine honours blurr'd my name With the deep staines of self-confounding shame Thy wisdome made me turne starke fool And all the learning that thy school Afforded me was not enough to make Me know my self and take Care of my better part Which should have perished for all thine heart 3. Not that there is not place of rest in thee For others but for me There is there can be none That God that made mine heart is he alone That of himself both can and will Give rest unto my thoughts and fill Them full of all content and quietneâ—… That so I may â—… My soule in patience Untill he find it time to call me hence 4. On thee then as a sure foundation A tried corner-stone Lord I will strive to raise The tow'r of my salvation and thy praise In thee as in my center shall The lines of all my longings fall To thee as to mine anchor surely ti'd My ship shall safely ride On thee as on my bed Of soft repose I 'll rest my weary head 5. Thou thou alone shalt be my whole desire I 'll nothing else require But thee or for thy sake In thee I 'll sleepe secure and when I wake Thy glorious face shall satisfie The longing of my looking eye I 'll roule my self on thee as on my rock And threatning dangers mock Of thee as of my treasure I 'll boast and bragge my comforts know no measure 6 Lord thou shalt be mine All I will not know A profit here below But what â—… on thee Thou shalt be all the pleasure I will see In any thing the earth affords Mine heart shall owne no words Of honour out of which I cannot raise The matter of thy praise Nay I will not be mine Unlesse thou wilt vouchsafe to have me thine Embleme 41. The bathing of the Heart JOEL 3.21 I will cleanse their bloud that I have not cleansed Epigr. 41. THis bath thy Saviour swet with drops of bloud Sick heart of purpose for to doe thee good They that have tri'd it can the vertue tell Come then and use it is thou wilt be well ODE 41. 1. All this thy God hath done for thee And now mine heart It is high time that thou should'st be Acting thy part And meditating on his blessed Passion Till thou hast made it thine by imitation 2. That exercise will be the best And surest meanes To keep thee evermore at rest And free from paines To suffer with thy Saviour is the way To make thy present comforts last for aye 3. Trace then the steps wherein he trade And first begin To sweat with him The heavy load Which for thy sinne He underwent squeez'd bloud out of his face Which in great drops came trickling downe apace 4. Oh let not then that precious bloud Be spilt in vaine But gather ev'ry drop 'T is good To purge the staine Of guilt that hath defil'd and overspred Thee from the sole of th' foot to th' crown of th' head 5. Poison possesseth every veine The fountaine is Corrupt and all the streames uncleane All is amisse Thy bloud 's impure yea thou thy self mine heart In all thine inward pow'rs polluted art 6. When thy first father first did ill Mans doome was read That in the sweat of 's face he still Should eat his bread What the first