Emblemes (1635) and Hieroglyphikes (1638) :: :: University of Virginia Library

All you whose better thoughts are newly born,
And (rebaptiz'd with holy fire) can scorn
The worlds base Trash; whose necks disdain to bear
Th'imperious yoke of Sathan; whose chast eare
No wanton Songs of Syrens can surprize
With false delight; whose more than Eagle-eyes
Can view the glorious flames of Gold, and gaze
On glittring beames of Honour, and not daze,
Whose souls can spurne at pleasure, and deny
The loose Suggestions of the Flesh; draw nigh:

And you, whose am'rous, whose select desires
Would feele the warmth of those transcendant fires,
Which (like the rising Sun) put out the light
Of Venus starre, and turne her day to night;
You that would love, and have your passions crown'd
With greater happinesse than can be found
In your own wishes; you, that would affect
Where neither scorne, nor guile, nor disrespect
Shall wound your tortur'd Soules; that would enjoy,
Where neither want can pinch, nor fulnesse cloy;
Nor double doubt afflicts, nor baser Feare
Unflames your courage in pursuit; draw neare:
Shake hands with earth, and let your soule respect
Her Joyes no further than her Joyes reflect
Upon her Makers Glory, if thou swim
In wealth, See him in all, See all in Him:
Sink'st thou in want, and is thy small Cruise spent?
See Him in want; Enjoy Him in Content:
Conceiv'st Him lodg'd in Crosse, or lost in paine?
In Pray'r and Patience find Him out againe:
Make Heav'n thy Mistresse, Let no Change remove
Thy loyall heart: Be fond; be sick of Love:
What if he stops his eare, or knit his Brow?
At length hee'l be as fond, as sick as thou:
Dart up thy Soule in Groanes: Thy secret Grone
Shall pierce his Eare, shall pierce his Eare, alone:
Dart up thy Soule in vowes; Thy sacred Vow
Shall find him out, where heav'n alone shall know:
Dart up thy soule in sighs: Thy whispring sigh
Shall rouze his eares, and feare no listner nigh:
Send up thy Grones, thy Sighs, thy closet Vow;
There's none, there's none shall know but Heav'n and thou:
Grones fresht with vowes, and vowes made salt with tears,

Unscale his eyes, amd seale his conquer'd eares:
Shoot up the bosome Shafts of thy desire,
Feather'd with Faith, and double forkt with Fire,
And they will hit; Feare not, where heav'n bids Come:
Heav'ns never deafe, but when mans heart is dumb