Schola Cordis: or the Heart of it selfe gone away from God, brought back againe to Him, and instructed by

Him. In 47 Emblems.

London, printed for H. Blunden, at the Castle in Corn

hill. 1647.

12mo. pp. 196.

THESE Emblems are thus inscribed, without any

snature.

"To the divine Majestie of the onely begotten, eternall, wellbeloved Son of God, and Saviour of the world, Christ Jesus, the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords; the maker, the mender, the searcher, and the teacher of

the Heart:

The meanest of his most unworthy servants

offers up this poore account of his thoughts,
humbly begging pardon for all that is
amisse in them, and a gracious
acceptance of these weak endeavours,
for the advancement of his

honor in the good of others."

The third edition, dated 1675, ascribes these Emblems to the Author of the Synagogue, annexed to Herbert's poems. This, according to Sir John Hawkins, in his notes on Walton's Angler, was Christopher Harvie : But Wood, in his Athena, (vol. i. col. 275,) positively affirms, that "the Author of the Synagogue, in imitation of divine Herbert," was Thomas Harvey, M. A. and

the first Master of Kingston school, in Herefordshire. To him therefore we may presume to assign it, until a stronger testimony shall dispossess him of a tenure which reflects honourable reputation on the copiousness of his fancy, and the piety of his mind, though his poetic powers be not on a par with those of Quarles.

I subjoin a contrasted specimen of metre from these Emblems, without much deliberation of selection, in point of merit.

The Covetousnesse of the Heart.

"Where your treasure is, there will

your heart be also."

Matt. vi. 21.

EPIG. 7.

Dost thou enquire, thou heartlesse wanderer,
Where thine heart is? Behold, thine heart is here.
Here thine heart is, where that is which above
Thine own deare heart thou dost esteem and love.

ODE 7.

See the deceitfullnesse of sinne,

And how the devill cheateth worldly men:
They heap up riches to themselves, and then

They think they cannot choose but winne
Though for their parts

They stake their hearts.

The merchant sends his heart to sea,
And there, together with his ship 'tis tost;

If this by chance miscarry, that is lost;

His confidence is cast away:

He hangs the head,

As he were dead.

The plowman furrowes up his land,

And sowes his heart together with his seed, Which both alike earth-born, on earth do feed, And prosper, or are at a stand.

He and his field

Like fruit do yield.

The broker and the scriv'ner have

The usurer's heart, in keeping with his bands;
His soul's deare sustenance lyes in their hands;
And if they break, their shop's his grave.
His interest is

His only blisse.

The money-horder in his bags

Binds up his heart, and locks it in his chest:

The same key serves to that, and to his brest,
Which of no other heaven brags;
Nor can conceit

A joy so great.

Poor wretched muckwormes, wipe your eyes, Uncase those trifles that besot you ^o:

Your rich appearing wealth is reall woe,

Your death in your desires lyes.

Your hearts are where

You love and feare.

Oh, think not then the world deserves
Either to be belov'd or fear'd by you:
Give Heaven these affections as its due,
Which always what it hath preserves
In perfect blisse,
That endlesse is.

The Enlarging of the Heart.

"I will run the way of thy commandments, when thou shalt enlarge my heart." Psal. cxix. 32.

EPIG. 35.

How pleasant is that now, which heretofore
Mine heart held bitter,-sacred learning's lore!
Enlarged hearts enter with greatest ease

The straitest paths, and run the narrowest wayes,

ODE 35.

What a blessed change I find,

Since I entertain'd this guest!

Now, me thinks, another mind
Moves and rules within my brest.
Surely I am not the same
That I was before he came :
But I then was much to blame.

All the ways of righteousnesse

I did think were full of trouble;

I complain'd of tediousnesse,
And each duty seemed double.
Whilst I serv'd him but of feare,
Ev'ry minute did appeare
Longer far than a whole yeare.

Strictness in religion seemed
Like a pined pinion'd thing:

Bolts and fetters I esteemed

More beseeming for a king,

Than for me to bow my neck,

And be at another's beck,

When I felt my conscience check.

But the case is alter'd now;
He no sooner turnes his eye,
But I quickly bend and bow,
Ready at his feet to lie:
Love hath taught me to obey
All his precepts, and to say—
Not to-morrow, but to-day.

What he wills, I say I must;
What I must, I say I will:
He commanding, it is just

What he would I should fulfill.
Whilst he biddeth, I believe :
What he calls for he will give :
To obey him is to live.

His commandments grievous are not,
Longer than men think them so:
Though he send me forth, I care not,
Whilst he gives me strength to go.
When or whither, all is one :

On his bus'nesse, not mine owne,
I shall never goe alone.

If I be compleat in him,

And in him all fullness dwelleth;

I am sure aloft to swim,

Whilst that ocean over swelleth :
Having Him, that's all in all,

I am confident I shall

Nothing want, for which I call.

The plates are neatly engraved by Michael Van Lochem, but not with so finished a burin as our English Marshall delicately displayed in some of his graphical illustrations to the first edition of Quarles' Emblems.