. Emblemi, divine e morali. Mare felice lacrima, stretta harbring nel suo occhio.Then sollecitare la sua fede, i voti sacri. Che né posso rompere, né nega;bewail il tormento del suo coniuge leale, che per il suo bene avrebbe fatto uno sport a morire:o vergini benedetti, come la mia passione tiresBeneath il peso dei suoi desideri affettuosi!Heavn non ha mai sparato tali fiamme, la terra non ha mai sentito suchfuochi! 260 EMBLEMI. LIBRO 5. S. AvGvsT. Med. Cap. XKQual devo dire? Cosa devo fare? dove va la frusta1? Dove dovrò cercare, lui? O quando lo findhim? Chi dovrei chiedere ? Chi dirà al mio credente che sono malato di amore? Gul

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. Emblems, divine and moral . seA happy tear, close harbring in his eye.Then urge his plighted faith, the sacred vows. Which neither I can break, nor he deny;Bewail the torment of his loyal spouse, That for his sake would make a sport to die:O blessed virgins, how my passion tiresBeneath the burden of her fond desires!Heavn never shot such flames, earth never felt suchfires! 260 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. S. AvGvsT. Med. Cap. xKWhat shall I say ? what shall I do ? whither shall1 go? where shall I seek, him? or when shall I findhim ? whom shall I ask ? who will tell my belovedthat I am sick of love ? GuLiEL. in Cap. v. Ca7it. I live, but not T: it is my beloved that liveth inme: I love, myself, not with my own love, butwith the love of my beloved that loveth me: Ilove not myself in myself, but myself in him, andhim in me. Epig. 1.Grieve not, my soul, nor let thy love wax faint:Weepst thou to lose the cause of thy complaint?Hell come; love neer was bound to times nor laws :Till then thy tears complain without a cause. nooK .5. 201 CANTICLES II. Stay me icith/totcers, and comfort me with apples, forI am sick of love. J TYRANT love ! how doth thy sovreign powrSubject poor souls to thy imperious thrall! They say, thy cups composd of sweet and sour;They say thy diets honey mixd with gall; How comes it then to pass these lips of oursStill trade in bitter; taste no sweet at alP 262 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. O tyrant love! shall our perpetual toilNeer find a sabbath to refresh awhileOur drooping souls? art thou all frowns, and neer asmile ? Ye blessed maids of honour, that frequent The royal courts of our renownd Jehove, )Vithflowers restore my spirits faint and spent;O fetch me^appTes^ from loves fruitful grove, To cool my palate, and renew my scent.For I am sick, for I am sick of love : These will revive my dry, my wasted powers.And they will sweeten my unsavry hours;Refresh me then with fruit, and comfort me withflowers. ~ O bring me apples to assuage that fire. Which, jEtna-like, inflames my

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