Adam in the garden caught The second Adam in a garden taught 7. Taught by his owne example how To sweat for sinne Under that heavy weight to bow And never linne Begging release till with strong cries and teares The soule be drain'd of all its saults and â—…eares 8. If sins imputed guilt opprest Th' Almighty so That his sad soule could find no rest Under that woe But that the bitter agony he felt Made his pure bloud if not to sweat to melt 9. Then let that huge inherent masse Of sinne that lies In heapes on thee make thee surpasse In teares and cries Striving with all thy strength untill thou sweat Such drops as his though not as good as great 10. And if he thinke it fit to lay Upon thy back Or paines or duties as he may Untill it crack Shrinke not away but straine thine utmost force To beare them cheerfully without remorse Embleme 42. The binding of the Heart HOS. 11.4 I drew them with cords of a man with bands of love Epigr. 42. Mr sinnes I doe consesse a cord were found Heavy and hard by thee when thou wast bound Great Lord of love with them but thou hast twin'd Gentle love cords my tender heart to bind ODE 42. 1. What could those hands That made the world be subject unto bands Could there a cord be found Wherewith omnipotence it self was bound Wonder mine heart and stand amaz'd to see The Lord of liberty Led captive for thy sake and in thy stead Although he did Nothing deserving death or bands yet he Was bound and put to death to set thee free 2. Thy sinnes had ti'd Those bands for thee wherein thou should'st have di'd And thou did'st daily knit Knots upon knots whereby thou mad'st them â—…t Closer and faster to thy faulty self So like a cursed else Helplesse and hopelesse friendlesse and forlorne The sinke of scorne And kennell of contempt thou should st have laine Eternally enthrall'd to endlesse paine 3. Had not the Lord Of love and life been pleased to afford His helping hand of grace And freely put himself into thy place So were thy bands transferr'd but not unti'd Untill the time he did And by his death vanquisht and conqu'red all That Adams sall Had made victorious Sinne Death and Hell Thy fatall foes under his footstool sell 4. Yet he meant not That thou should'st use the liberty he got As it should like thee best To wander as thou listest or to rest In soft repose carelesse of his commands He that hath loos'd those bands Whereby thou wast enslaved to the foes Binds thee with those Where with he bound himself to doe thee good The bands of love love writ in lines of blood 5. His love to thee Made him to lay aside his Majesty And cloathed in a vaile Of fraile though faultlesse flesh become thy baile But love requireth love and since thou art Loved by him thy part It is to love him too and love affords The strongest cords That can be for it ties not hands alone But heads and hearts and soules and all in one 6. Come then mine heart And freely follow the prevailing art Of thy Redeemers love That strong magnetique tie hath pow'r to move The steeli'st stubbornesse If thou but twine And twist his love with thine And by obedience labour to expresse Thy thankfulnesse It will be hard to say on whether side The bands are surest which is fastest tide Embleme 43. The prop of the Heart PSAL. 102.7 8. His heart is fixed trusting in the Lord His heart is established he shall not be affraid Epigr. 43. My weak and seeble heart a prop must use But pleasant fruits and flow'rs doth refuse My Christ my pillar is on hâ—…m rely Repose and rest my self alone will I. ODE 43. 1. Suppose it true that whilst thy Saviours side Was furrowed with â—…courges he was ti'd Unto some pillar fast Think not mine heart it was because he could Not stand alone or that left loose he would Have shrunk away at last Such weakneâ—… suits not with Omnipotence Nor could mans malice match his patience 2. But if so done 't was done to tutor thee Whose frailty and impatience he doth see Such that thou hast nor strength Nor will as of thy self to undergo The least degree of duty or of woe But would'st be sure at length To flinch or faint or not to stand at all Or in the end more fearfully to fall 3. Thy very frame and figure broad above Narrow beneath apparently doth prove Thou canst not stand alone Without a prop to boulster and to stay thee To trust to thine own strength would soone betray thee Alas thou now art growne So weak and feeble wav'ring and unstaid Thou shrink'st at the least weight that 's on thee laid 4. The eaâ—…est command'ments thou declinest And at the lightest punishments thou whinest Thy restlesse motions are Innumerable like the troubled sea Whose waves are toss'd and tumbled ev'ry way The Hound-pursued Hare â—…â—… so many doubles as thou do'st Till thy crosse courses in themselves are lost 5. Get thee some stay that may support thee then And stablish thee lest thou should'st start againe But where may it be found Will pleasant fruites or flowers serve the turne No no my tott'ring heart will overturne And lay them on the ground Dainties may serve to minister delight But strength is onely from the Lord of might 6. Betake thee to thy Christ then and repose Thy selfe in all extremities on those His everlasting armes Wherewith he girds the heavens and upholds The pillars of the earth and safely folds His faithfull flocke from harmes Cleave close to him by saith and let the bands Of love tie thee in thy Redeemers hands 7. Come life come death come devills come what will Yet â—… ned so thou shalt stand â—… still And all the pow'rs of hell Shall not â—… to shake thee with their shock So long as â—… art founded on that rock No duty shall thee quell No danger shall â—… thy â—… state Nor soule-perplexing â—… thy mind â—… Embleme 44. The scourging of the Heart PROV. 10.13 A rod is for the backe of him that is void of understanding Epigr. 44. WHen thou withhold'st thy scourges dearest love My sluggish heart is slack and slow to move Oh let it not stand still but lash it rather And drive it though unwilling to thy Father ODE 44. 1. What doe those scourges on that sacred flesh Spotlesse and pure Must he that doth sin-weari'd soules refresh Himself endure Such tearing tortures Must those sides be gash'd Those shoulders lash'd Is this the trimming that the world bestowes Upon such robes of majestie as those 2. Is 't not enough to die unlesse by paine Thou antidate Thy death before hand Lord What do'st thou meane To aggravate The guilt of sinne or to enhance the price Thy sacrifice Amounts to Both are infinite I know And can by no additions greater grow 3. Yet dare I not imagine that in vaine Thou
hills advanced upon hills And the abundance both of sea and land Doth not suffice ev'n what it fills Mans dropsy appetite And Cormorant delight 3. See how the poyson'd body s puft and swell'd The face enflamed glowes with heat The limbs unable are themselves to welld The pulses deaths alarme doe beat Yet man sits still and laughs Whilst his owne bane he quaffes 4. But where 's thine heart the while thou senselesse sot Looke how it lieth crusht and quell'd Flat beaten to the board that it cannot Move from the place where it is held Nor upward once aspire With heavenly desire 5. Thy belly is thy God thy shame thy glory Thou mindest only earthly things And all thy pleasure is but transitory Which grief at last and sorrow brings The courses thou dost take Will make thine heart to ake 6. Is 't not enough to spend thy precious time In empty idle complement Unlesse thou straine to aggravate thy crime Nature beyond its owne extent And force it to devoure An age within an houre 7. That which thou swallow'st is not lost alone But quickly will revenged be â—… on thine heart which like a stone Lyes buri'd in the midd'st of thee Both void of common sense And reasons excellence 8. Thy body is diseases rendevouze Thy mind the market place of vice The devill in thy will keeps open house Thou liv'st as though thou would'st intice Hell torments unto thee And thine owne devill be 9 Oh what a dirty dunghill art thou growne A nasty stinking kennell foule When thou awak'st and seest what thou hast done Sorrow will swallow up thy soule To think how thou art foyl'd And all thy glory spoyl'd 10. Or if thou canst not be asham'd at least Have some compassion on thy self Before thou art transformed all to beast At last strike saile avoid the shelf Which in that gulse doth lie Where all that enter die Embleme 7. The covetousnesse of the Heart MAT. 6.21 Where your treasure is there will your heart be also Epigr. 7. DOst thou enquire thou heartlesse wanderer Where thine heart is Behold thine heart is here Here thine heart is where that is which above Thine own deare heart thou dost esteem and love ODE 7. 1. See the deceitfulnesse of sinne And how the devill cheateth worldly men They heap up riches to themselves and then They think they cannot choose but winne Though for their parts They stake their hearts 2. The Merchant sends his heart to sea And there together with his ship 't is tost If this by chance miscarry that is lost His considence is cast away He hangs the head As he were dead 3. The Pedlar cryes What doe you lack What will you buy and boasts his wares the best But offers you the refuse of the rest As though his heart lay in his pack Which greater gaine Alone can draine 4. The Plowman furrowes up his land And sowes his heart together with his seed Which both alike earth-borne on earth doe feed And prosper or are at a stand He and his field Like fruit doe yeeld 5. The Broker and the Scriv'ner have The Us'rers heart in keeping with his bands His souls deare sustenance lyes in their hands And if they break their shop 's his grave His int'rest is His only blisse 6. The Money-horder in his bags Binds up his heart and locks it in his chest The same key serves to that and to his brest Which of no other heaven brags Nor can conceit A joy so great 7. So for the greedy Landmunger The Purchases he makes in ev'ry part Take livery and seifin of his heart Yet his insatiate hunger For all his store Gapes after more 8. Poore wretched Muckwormes wipe your eyes Uncase those â—… that beâ—…ot you so Your rich appearing wealth is reall woe Your death in your deâ—…res lyes Your hearts are where You love and feare 9. Oh think not then the world deserves Either to â—…e belov'd or fear'd by you Give heaven these affections as its due Which alwayes what it hath preserves In perfect blisse That endlesse is Embleme 8. The hardnesse of the Heart ZECH. 7. 12. They made their hearts as an adamant stone lost they should beare thâ—… Law Epigr. 8. WOrds move thee not nor works nor gifts noâ—… strokes Thy sturdy adamantine heart provokes My Justice sleights my mercies Anâ—…le â—… Thou stand'st unmoved though my haâ—…mer strike ODE 8. 1. What have we here An heart It lookes like one The shape and colour speake it such But having brought it to the touch I find it is no better then a stone Adamants are Softer by farre 2. Long hath it steeped been in Mercies milke And soaked in salvation Meet for the alteration Of anvills to have made them soft as silke Yet it is still Hard'ned in ill 3. Oft have I rain'd my Word upon it oft The dew of heaven hath distill'd With promises of mercy fill'd Able to make mountaines of marble soft Yet it is not Changed a jot 4. My beames of love shine on it every day Able to thaw the thickest ice And where they enter in a trice To make congealed Cryâ—…all melt away Yet warme they not This frozen clot 5. Nay more this hammer that is wont to grind Rocks unto dust and powder small Makes no impression at all Nor dint nor crack nor flaw that I can find But leaves it as Before it was 6. Is mine Almighty arme decai'd in strength Or hath mine hammer lost its weight That a poore lumpe of earth should sleight My mercies and not feele my wrath at length With which I make Ev'n heav'n to shake 7. No I am still the same I alter not And when I please my workes of wonder Shall bring the stoutest spirits under And make them to confesse it is their lot To bow or break When I but speak 8. But I would have men know 't is not my Word Or works alone can change their hearts These instruments performe their parts But 't is my Spirit doth this fruit afford 'T is I not art Can melt mans heart 9. Yet would they leave their customary sinning And so unclench the devills clawes That keepes them captive in his pawes My bounty soone should second that beginning Ev'n hearts of â—…eel My force should feel 3. I gave 't thee whole and fully furnished With all its faculties entire There wanted not The smallest jot That strictest justice could require To render it compleatly perfected 4. And is it reason what I gave in grosse Should be return'd but by retaile To take so small A part for all I reckon of no more availe Then where I scatter gold to gather drosse 5. Give me thine heart but as I gave it thee Or give it me at least as I Have given mine To purchase thine I halv'd it not when I did die But gave my self wholly to set thee free 6. The heart I gave thee was a living heart And when thine heart by sinne was slaine I laid downe mine To
thou hast left undone the ill Of all my thoughts words deeds is still Thy cursed issue onely thou art growne To such a passe That never was Nor is nor will there be a sinne so bad But thou some way therein an hand hast had 6. Thou hast not been content alone to sinne But hast made others sinne with thee Yâ—… made their sinnes thine owne to be By liking and allowing them therein Who first beginnes Or followes sinnes Not his owne sinnes alone but sinneth o're All the same sinnes both after and before 7. What boundlesse sorrow can suffice a guilt Growne so transcendent Should thine eye Weepe seas of blood thy sighes outvie The winds when with the waves they run at tilt Yet they could not Cancell one blot The least of all thy sinnes against thy God Deserves a thunderbolt should be thy rod 8. Break then mine heart and since thou cannot grieve Enough at once while thou art whole Shiver thy self to dust and dole Thy sorrow to the sev'rall atomes give All to each part And by that art Strive thy dissever'd self to multiply And want of weight with number to supply Embleme 15. The humiliation of the Heart ECCL. 7.9 The patient in spirit is better then the proud in spirit Epigr. 15. MIne heart alas exalts it self too high And doth delight a loftier pitch to flye Then it is able to maintaine unlesse It feel the weight of thine imposed presse ODE 15. 1. So let it be Lord I am well content And thou shalt see The time is not mis-spent Which thou dost then bestow when thou dost quell And crush the heart that pride before did swell 2. Lord I perceive As soone as thou dost send And I receive The blessings thou dost lend Mine heart begins to mount and doth forget The ground whereon it goes where it is set 3. In health I grew Wanton began to kick As though I knew I never should be sick Diseases take me downe and make me know Bodies of brasse must pay the death they owe 4. If I but dreame Of wealth mine heart doth rise With a full streame Of pride and I despise All that is good untill I wake and spie The swelling bubble prickt with poverty 5. A little wind Of undeserved praise Blowes up my mind And my swoll'n thoughts doth raise Above themselves untill the sense of shame Makes me contemne my self-dishonour'd name 6. One moments mirth Would make me run starke mad And the whole earth Could it at once be had Would not suffice my greedy appetite Did'st thou not paine in stead of pleasure write 7. Lord it is well I was in time brought downe Else thou canst tell Mine heart would soone have flow'n Full in thy face and studi'd to-requite The riches of thy goodnesse with despight 8. Slack not thine hand Lord turne thy Screw about If thy Presse stand Mine heart may chance slip out O quest it unto nothing rather then It should forget it selfe and swell again 9. Or if thou art Dispos'd to let it goe Lord teach mine heart To lay it selfe as low As thou canst cast it that prosperity May still be temper'd with humility 10. Thy way to rise Was to descend let me My selfe despise And so ascend with thee Thou throw'st them down that lift themselves on high And raisest them that on the ground doe lie Embleme 16. The softening of the Heart IOB 23.16 god maketh my heart soft Epigr. 16. Mine heart is of it selfe a marble ice Both cold and hard but thou canâ—… in a trice Meli it like â—…axe great God if from above Thou kindle in it once thy fire of love ODE 16. 1. Nay blessed Founder leave me not If out of all this grot There can but any gold be got The time thou dost bestow the cost And paines will not be lost The bargaine is but hard at most And such are all those thou dost make with me Thou know'st thou canst not but a loser be 2. When the Sun shines with glitt'ring beames His cold dispelling gleames Turne snow and ice to wat'ry streames The waxe as soone as it hath smelt The warmth of fire and felt The glowing heat thereof will melt Yea pearles with vinegar dissolve we may And adamants in bloud of goats they say 3. If nature can doe this much more Lord may thy grace restore Mine heart to what it was before There 's the same matter in it still Though new inform'd with ill Yet can it not refist thy will Thy pow'r that fram'd it at the first as oft As thou wilt have it Lord can make it soft 4. Thou art the Sun of rightâ—… eâ—…e And though I must â—… Mine heart 's growne hard in wickednesse Yet thy resplendent rayes of light When once they come in sight Will quickly thawe what froze by night Lord in thine healing wings a pow'r doth dwell Able to melt the hardest heart in hell 5. Although mine heart in hardnesse passe Both iron steel and brasse Yea th' hardest thing that ever was Yet if thy fire thy Spirit accord And working with thy word A blessing unto it afford It will grow liquid and not drop alone â—…â—… it self â—… before thy throne 6. Yea though my flinty heart be such That the Sun cannot touch Nor fire sometimes affect it much Yet thy warme reeking self shed blood O Lamb of God 's so good It cannot alwayes be withstood That Aqua-regia of thy love prevailes Ev'n where thy powers Aqua-fortis failes 7. Then leave me not so soon dear Lord Though I neglect thy Word And what thy power doth afford Yet try thy mercy and thy love The force thereof may move When all things else successesse prove Soakt in thy bloud mine heart will soone surrender Its native hardnesse and grow soft and tender Embleme 17. The cleansing of the Heart IER. 5. 14. O Jerusalem wash thine heart from wickednesse that thou maist be saved Epigr. 17. OVt of thy wounded husbands Saviours side Espoused soul there flowes with â—… tide A sountaine for uncleannesse wash thee there Wash there thine heart and then thou need'st not feare ODE 17. 1. O endlesse misery I labour still but still in vaine The staines of sinne I see Are oaded all or dâ—…d in graine There 's not a blot Will stirre a jot For all that I can doe There is no hope In Fullers sope Though I adde nitre too 2. I many wayes have tri'd Have often soakt it in cold feares And when a time I spi'd Powred upon it scalding teares Have rins'd and rub'd And scrap't and scrub'd And turn'd it up and downe Yet can I not Wash out one spot It 's rather fouler growne 3. O miserable state Who would be troubled with an heart As I have been of late Both to my sorrow shame and smart If it will not Be cleaner got 'T were better I had none Yet how should we Divided be That are not two but one 4. But am I not starke wilde That go about to wash mine heart
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
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