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
SCHOLA CORDIS or The Heart of it selfe gone away from God brought back againe to him instructed by him in 47 Emblems Audiam quid Loquatur in me Dominus psalm 84 Loquar ad 〈…〉 Cer. osa 2 London Printed for H Blunden at the Castle in Corn-hill 1647. Mickael uan lochom facit To the Divine Majestie of the onely begotten eternall well-belov 〈…〉 d Son of God and Saviour of the World Christ Jesus the King of Kings and Lord of Lords the maker the 〈◊〉 the Searcher and the Teacher of the HEART The meanest of his mostunworthy Servants offers up this poore account of his Thoughts humbly begging pardon for all that is amisse in them and a gracious acdeptance of these weak Erdeavours for the advancement of his Honor the good of others The CONTENTS THe Introduction E bleme 1. The infection of the heart 2. The taking away of the heart 3. The darknesse of the heart 4. The absence of the heart 5. The vanity of the heart 6. The oppression of the heart 7. The covetousnesse of the heart 8. The hardnesse of the heart 9. The division of the heart 10. The insatiablenesse of the heart 11. The returning of the heart 12. The powring out of the heart 13. The circumcision of the heart 14. The contrition of the heart 15. The humiliation of the heart 16. The softening of the heart 17. The cleansing of the heart 18. The giving of the heart 19. The sacrifice of the heart 20. The weighing of the heart 21. The trying of the heart 22. The sounding of the heart 23. The levelling of the heart 24. The renewing of the heart 25. The enlightening of the heart 26. The table of the heart 27. The tilling of the heart 28. The seeding of the heart 29. The watering of the heart 30. The flowers of the heart 31. The keeping of the heart 32. The watching of the heart 33. The wounding of the heart 34. The inhabiting of the heart 35. The enlarging of the heart 36. The inflaming of the heart 37. The ladder of the heart 38. The flying of the heart 39. The union of the heart 40. The rest of the heart 41. The bathing of the heart 42. The binding of the heart 43. The prop of the heart 44. The scourging of the heart 45. The hedging of the heart 46. The fastening of the heart 47. The new wine of the heart $he Conclusion The School of the Heart The INTRODVCTION TUrne in my mind wander no more abroad Her 's work enough at home lay by that load Of scatter'd thoughts that clogs and cumbers Resume thy long neglected liberty thee Of selfe-examination bend thine eye Inward consider where thine heart doth lie How 't is affected how 't is busi'd looke What thou hast writ thy selfe in thine own booke Thy conscience here set thou thy selfe to schoole Selfe-knowledge 'twixt a wise man and a foole Doth make the difference he that neglects This learning sideth with his owne defects Dost thou draw backe Hath custome charm'd thee so That thou canst relish nothing but thy woe Find'st thou such sweetnesse in those sugar'd lyes Have forain objects so ingrost thine eyes Canst thou not hold them off Hast thou an eare To listen but to what thou should'st not heare Art thou incapable of every thing But what thy senses to thy fancie bring Remember that thy birth and constitution Both promise better then such base confusion Thy birth 's divine from heaven thy composure Is spirit and immortall thine inclosure In walls of flesh not to make thee debtor For house-roome to them but to make them better Thy body 's thy freehold live then as the Lord No tenant to thine owne some time afford To view what state 't is in survey each part And above all take notice of thine heart Such as that is the rest is or will be Better or worse blame-worthy or fault-free What are the ruines such thou art affrai'd Or else asham'd to see how 't is decai'd Is 't therefore thou art loth to see it such As now it is because it is so much Degenerated now from what it was And should have been Thine ignorance alas Will make it nothing better and the longer Evills are suffer'd grow they grow the stronger Or hath thine understanding lost its light Hath the darke night of error dimm'd thy sight So that thou canst not though thou would'st observe All things amisse within thee how they swerve From the straight rules of righteousnesse and reason If ' so omit not then this precious season T is yet schoole time as yet the doore 's not shut Harke how the Master calls Come let us put Up our requests to him whose will alone Limits his pow'r of teaching from whom none Returnes unlearned that hath once a will To be his scholar and implore his skill Great scearcher of the heart whose boundlesse sight Discovers secrets and doth bring to light The hidden things of darkenesse who alone Perfectly know'st all things that can be knowne Thou know'st I doe not cannot have no mind To know mine heart I am not onely blind But lame and listlesse thou alone canst make Mee able willing and the paines I take As well as the successe must come from thee Who workest both to will and doe in mee Having now made mee willing to be taught Make mee as willing to learne what I ought Or if thou wilt allow thy scholar leave To choose his lesson lest I should deceive My selfe againe as I have done too often Teach mee to know mine heart Thou thou canst soften Lighten enliven purifie restore And make more fruitfull then it was before Its hardnesse darkenesse death uncleannesse losse And barrennesse refine it from the drosse And draw out all the dregs heale ev'ry sore Teach it to know it selfe and love thee more Lord if thou wilt thou canst impart this skill And for all other learning take 't who will Embleme 1. The Infection of the Heart ACTS 5.3 Why hath Satan filled thine heart Epigr. 1. WHilst thou enclin'st thy Voyce-envcigled eare The subtill Serpents Syren-Songs to heare Thy heart drinks deadly poyson drawn from bell And with a Vip'rous broed of sinne doth swell ODE 1. The Soule 1. Profit and pleasure comfort and content Wisedome and honour and when these are spent A fresh supply of more Oh heav'nly words Are these the dainty fruits that this faire tree affords The Serpent 2. Yes these and many more if more may be All that the world containes in this one tree Contracted is Take but a tast and try Thou maist beleeve thy self experience can not lye The Soule 3. But thou maist lye and with a false pretence Of friendship rob me of that excellence Which my Creators bounty hath bestow'd And freely given me to whom he nothing ow'd The Serpent 4. Strange composition so credulous And at the same time so suspicious This is the tree of knowledge and untill Thou eat thereof how canst thou know what 's
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
ransome thine That thy dead heart might live againe And live entirely perfect not in part 7. But whilst thine heart 's divided it is dead Dead unto me unleâ—… it live To me alone It is all one To keepe all and a part to give For what 's a body worth without an head 8. Yet this is worse that what thou keep'st from me Thou dost bestow upon my foes And those not mine Alone but thine The proper causes of thy woes For whom I gave my life to set thee free 9. Have I betroth'd thee to my selfe and shall The devill and the world intrude Upon my right Ev'n in my fight Think not thou canst me so delude I will have none unlesse I may have all 10. I made it all I gave it all to thee I gave all that I had for it If I must loose I 'll rather choose Mine interest in all to quit Or keep it whole or give it whole to me Embleme 10 The insatiablenesse of the Heart HAB. 2.5 Who inlargeth his desire as hell and is as death and cannot be satisfied Epigr. 10. THe whole round world is not enough to fill The Hearts three corners but it craveth still Onely the Trinity that made it can Suffice the vast triangled heart of man ODE 10. 1. The thirsty earth and barren wombe cry Give The grave devoureth all that live The fire still burneth on and never saith It is enough The horseleech hath Many more daughters but the heart of man Outgapes them all as much as heav'n one span 2. Water hath drown'd the earth the barren wombe Hath teem'd sometimes and been the tombe To its owne swelling issue and the grave Shall one day a â—…cke surfeit have When all the fuell is consum'd the fire Will quench it selfe and of it self expire 3. But the vast heart of man's insatiate His boundlesse appetites dilate Themselves beyond all limits his desires Are endlesse still whilst he aspires To happinesse and faine would find that treasure Where it is not his wishes know no measure 4. His eye with seeing is not satisfi'd Nor 's care with hearing he hath tri'd At once to furnish â—…ry sev'rall sense With choâ—…e of curious objects whence He might eâ—…tract â—… into one unite A perfect quinteflence of all delight 5. Yet having all that he can fancy still There wanteth something more to fill His empty appetite His mind is vext And he is inwardly perplext He knowes not why when as the truth is this He would find something there where nothing is 6. He rambles over all the faculties Ransacks the secret treasuries Of Art and Nature spells the Universe Letter by letter can reherse All the Records of time pretends to know Reasons of all things why they must be so 7. Yet is not so contented but would faine Prie in Gods Cabinet and gaine Intelligence from heav'n of things to come Anticipate the day of Doome And read the issues of all actions so As if Gods secret counsells he did know 8. Let him have all the wealth all the renowne And glory that the world can crowne Her dearest daâ—…gs with yet his desire Will not rest there but still aspire Earth cannoâ—… hold him nor the whole creation Containe his wishes or his expectation 9. The heart of man 's but little yet this All Compared thereunto's but finall Of such a large unparallel'd extense Is the short-lin'd â—… Of that three-corner'd figure which to fill With the round world is to leave empty still 10. Go greedy soule addresse thy selfe to heav'n And leave the world as 't is bereav'n Of all true happinesse or any thing That to thine heart content can bring But there a trine-une God in glory fits Who all grace-thirsting hearts both fills and fits Embleme 11. The returning of the Heart ISAY 46.8 Remember this and shew your selves men bring it again to heart O ye transgressors Epigr. 11. OFt have I call'd thee O returne at last Returne unto thine heart let the time past Suffice thy wanderings know that to cherish Revolting still is a meer will to perish ODE 11. Christ 1. Returne O wanderer returne returne Let me not alwayes wast my words in vaine As I have done too long Why dost thou spurn And kick the counsells that should bring thee back again The Soule 2. What 's this that checks my course Me thinks I feel A cold remisnesse seifing on my mind My stagger'd resolutions seem to reel As though they had in hast forgot mine heart behind Christ 3. Returne O wanderer returne returne Thou art already gone too farre away It is enough unlesse thou meane to burne In hell for ever stop thy course at last and stay The Soule 4. There 's something holds me back I cannot move Forward one foot me thinks the more I strive The leste I stirre Is there a pow'r above My will in me that can my purposes reprive Christ 5. No power of thine own 't is I that lay Mine hand upon thine haste whose will can make The restlesse motions of the heavens stay Stand still turne back againe or new found courses take The Soule 6. What am I riveted or rooted here That neither forward nor on either side I can get loose Then there 's no hope I feare But I must back againe what ever me betide Christ 7. And back again thou shalt I 'll have it so Though thou hast hitherto my voyce neglected Now I have handed thee I 'll have thee know That what I will have done shall not be uneffected The Soule 8. Thou wilt prevaile then and I must returne But how or whither when a world of shame And sorrow lie before me and I burne With horror in my self to think upon the same 9. Shall I returne to thee Alas I have No hope to be received a runne away A rebell to returne mad men may rave Of mercy miracles but what will Justice say 10. Shall I returne to mine owne heart Alas 'T is lost and dead and rotten long ago I cannot find it what at first it was And it hath been too long the cause of all my woe 11. Shall I forsake my pleasures and delights My profits honours comforts and contents For that the thought whereof my mind affrights Repentant sorrow that the soule asunder rents 12. Shall I returne that cannot though I would I that had strength enough to go astray Find my self saint and feeble now I should Returne I cannot runne I cannot creep this way 13. What shall I doe Forward I must not goe Backward I cannot if I tarry here I shall be drowned in a world of woe And antidate mine own damnation by despaire 14. But is 't not better hold that which I have Then unto future expectation trust Oh no to reason thus is but to rave Therefore returne I will because returne I must Christ 15. Returne and welcome if thou wilt thou shalt Although thou canst not of thy selfe yet I That call can make thee able Let the fault Be
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
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
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
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
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