ROUSE thee, my soul; and drain thee from the dregs Of vulgar thoughts; screw up the heighten'd pegs Of thy sublime Theorbo four notes high'r, And high'r yet, that so the shrill-mouth'd quire 10 THE INVOCATION. Of swift-wing'd seraphims may come and join, Thy high-bred strains. Let his full beams inspire Thy new-concluded peace; let reason curb season The fresh conceits of thy corrected reason. Thou great Theanthropos, that giv'st and ground'st Thy gifts in dust, and from our dunghill crown'st Reflecting honour, taking by retail What thou hast giv'n in gross, from lapsed, frail, And sinful man: that drink'st full draughts, where in Thy children's lep'rous fingers, scurf'd with sin, praise: Crown me with glory; take, who list, the bays. EMBLEMS. BOOK L. 13 1. Totus mundus in maligno (maliligno) positus est. Every man is tempted, when he is drawn away by his own lust, and enticed. SERPENT. EVE. Serp. Nor eat? not taste? not touch? not cast an eye Upon the fruit of this fair tree? and why? Why eat'st thou not what Heav'n ordain'd for food? Or canst thou think that bad which Heav'n call'd good? |