George Withers' Emblemes

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When woe is
inourfefoes begun,
Tbeth "thitherfrom i t> can ftee run ?
»Oorc Hart, why doft thou tun fo faft i and why,
Behind thee doft thou looke, when thou doft fly?
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As if thou fcem'dft in thy fwift flight, to heare
' *^ Thofe dangers following thee, w^ thou doft fcarc i
Alas ! thou labout'ft,and thou runn'ft in vaine,
To fliunne, byflight, thy terrors, ox thyfaine- y
For, Ioe, thy Death, which thou haft dreaded fo,
Clings faft unto thee, wherefoere thou goe
And while thou toyl'ft,an outward eafe to win,
Thou draw'ft thine owne dejlruttion further in i
Making that Arrow, which but prickes thy hide,
To pierce thy tender entrailes, through thy fide.
And, well I may this wounded Hart bemoane;
For, here, me thinkes, I'm taught to looke upon
Mine owne condition ;
and, in him, to fee
Thofe deadly wounds, my Sinnes have made in rr.ee.
I greatly feare the World, may unawares
Intangle mee, by her alluring fnares
I am afraid, the Devill may injed
Some poy f'nous fume,my Spirit to infeel,
With ghoftly Pefiiltncc 5
and, I aiTay,
To flie from thefe, with all the pow'rs I may.
But, oh my Flefli ! this very Flejh I weare,
Is worfe to mee , than Worlds, and Devils are
For, without this, nopow'ron mee, they had.
This is that Shirt, which made Abides mad.
It is a griefe, which I fhall never cure,
Nor flie from,whilft my life-time doth endure
From thence, oh Lord, my greateft (errowes bee s
And, therefore, from my Se7fe, ] flie to Thee,
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