S. AUGUST. sup. Psal. lxiv. Two several lovers built two several cities: the love of God buildeth a Jerusalem: the love of the world buildeth a Babylon let every one enquire of himself what he loveth; and he shall resolve himself, of whence he is a citizen. : S. AUGUST. lib. iii. Confess. All things are driven by their own weight, and tend to their own centre; my weight is love; by that I am driven whithersoever I am driven. Ibidem. Lord, he loveth thee less, that loveth any thing with thee, which he loveth not for thee. EPIG. 13. Lord, scourge my ass, if she should make no haste ; Let Love lend him a spur Fear, her a bridle. k PSALM XIV. PSALM xiii. 3. Lighten mine eyes, O Lord, lest, I sleep the sleep of death. TILLT ne'er be morning? Will that promis'd light Sweet Phosphor, bring the day, Whose conqu'ring ray May chase these fogs; sweet Phosphor, bring the day. How long! how long shall these benighted eyes Our souls of sprightful action? When, when will day Thy light will fray These horrid mists; sweet Phosphor, bring the day. Let those have night, that slily love t'immure Let those have night, that love to have a nap, Let those, whose eyes, like owls, abhor the light, Sweet Sweet Phosphor, bring the day; How sad delay Afflicts dull hopes! Sweet Phosphor, bring the day. Alas! my light-in-vain-expecting eyes Here's all the suns that glister in the sphere Haste, haste away. Heav'n's loit'ring lamp? sweet Phosphor, bring the day. Blow, Ignorance: O thou, whose idle knee Rocks earth into a lethargy, And with thy sooty fingers hast bedight * The world's fair cheek, blow, blow thy spite; If e'er that breath-exiled flame return, Light will repay The wrongs of night; sweet Phosphor, bring the day. Bedight, i. e. besmear'd. S. AU |