Image from page 232 of “Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland” (1839)
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Title: Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland
Year: 1839 (1830s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644 Toplady, Augustus, 1740-1778 Ryland, John Collett, 1723-1792 Wilson, Robert
Publisher: London J. Bennet
Contributing Library: Robarts – University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN
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deeparvalloiv me up. The worlds a sea: my flesh a ship thats mannd With labring thoughts, and steerd by Reasons hand: My hearts the seamans card,* whereby she sails; My loose affections are the greater sails : The top-suil is m,y fancy ; and the gusts That fill these wanton sheets are worldly lusts : Prayr is the cable, at whose end appears The anchor Hope, neer slippd but in our fears : My wills th unconstant pilot, that commands The staggring keel ; my sins are like the sands: Repentance is the bucket; and my eye The pump, unusd (but in extremes) and dry: My conscience is the plummet, that doth press The deeps, but seldom cries, A fathom less : *^mooth calms security ; the gulf, despair; i>- yfreights corruption, and this lifes my fare : My souls the passenger, confusdly drivn From fear to fright; her landing port is Heavn. My seas are stormy, and my ship doth leak ; My sailors rude ; my steersman faint and weak : * Cod, sheet, cable; sea terms, all of them proper anU beautiful.
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Pfalni 6c) . jn . BOOK III. EMBLEMS. II My canvass torn, it flaps from side to side :My cables crackd ; ray anchors slightly tyd :My pilots crazd ; my shipwreck sands are chokd ;My buckets broken, and my pump is chokd ;My calms deceitful, and my gulf too near ;My wares are slubberd, and my fares too dear:My plummets light, it cannot sink nor sound ;Oh shall my rock-bethreatend soul be drownd ?Lord, still the seas, and shield my ship from harm ;Instruct my sailors, guide my steersmans arm :Touch thou my compass, and renew my sails;Send stifTer courage, or send milder gales :Make strong my cable, bind my anchor faster;Direct my pilot, and be thou his master :Object the sands to my more serious view;Make sound my bucket, bore my pump anew :New-cast my plummet, make it apt to tryWhere the rocks lurk, and where the quicksands lie ;Guard thou the gulf with love, my calms with care ;Cleanse thou my freight; accept my slender fare ;Refresh the sea-sick passenger ; cut shortHis voyage ; land h
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