Identifier: emblemsdivinemor00qu (find matches)
Title: Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man
Year: 1866 (1860s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644 Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663. School of the heart Wilkins, William Walker Tegg, William, 1816-1895, publisher
Subjects: Emblems Emblems, English
Publisher: London : William Tegg
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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. Yet is not so contented, but would fainPry in Gods cabinet, and gain Intelligence from Heavn of things to come,Anticipate the day of doom. And read the issues of all actions so. As if Gods secret counsel he did know. Let him have all the wealth, all the renown.And glo-ry, that the world can crown Her dearest darlings with ; yet his desireWill not rest there, but still aspire. Earth cannot hold him, nor the whole creation Contain his wishes, or his expectation. The heart of mans but little ; yet this All,Compared thereunto, is but small. Of such a large unparalleld extense Is the short-lind circumference, Of that three-cornerd figure, which to fill With the round world, is to leave empty still. So, greedy soul, address thyself to Heavn And leave the world, as tis bereavn Of all true happiness, or any thing That to thine heart content can bring. But there a triune God in glory sits_, Who all grace-thirsting hearts both fills and fits. 27© THE SCHOOL OF ^:_^4^^^;7--_^^^^^^^^^^^^^ -4=.
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Not to return, so often calld, will beThy certain ruin; come, be ruld by me. ISA. XLVI. 8. Remember this^ and shew yourselves like men : bring itagain to hearty O ye transgressors. Epig. II. iFT have I calld thee : O return at last,Return unto thine heart: let the time pastSuffice thy wanderings : know that to cherishRevolting still, is a mere will to perish. O ODE XI. Christ,Return, O wanderer, return, return.Let me not always waste my words in vain.As I have done too long. Why dost thou spurnAnd kick the counsels, that should bring thee back again ? THE HEAET. 271 The Soul.Whats this that checks my course ? Methinks I feelA cold remissness seizing on my mind :My staggerd resolutions seem to reel,As though they had in haste forgot mine heart behind. Christ,Return, O wanderer, return, return.Thou art already gone too far away,It is enough : unless thou mean to burnIn hell for ever, stop thy course at last, and stay. The Soul.There s something holds me back, I cannot moveForward one fo

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