Ouranos kai tartaros= heaven and hell epitomized. The true Christian characterized. As also an…

His comfort ebbeth and floweth as Christ ⟨p. 12⟩manifesteth himself to him, or with-draweth himself from him; like the Mary-gold, he openeth and shutteth with the rising and setting of this Sun. When the Bridegroom is taken away, the children of the Bride-Chamber mourn; the voice of the true Dove is ever doleful in the absence of her Mate; many a long look hath this gracious soul after its absented Saviour; many a time doth it sigh out (for lovers hours are full of eternity;) Why is his Chariot so long a coming? why tarry the wheels of his Chariot? Make haste my beloved, and be thou like the Hart and Roe upon the Mountain of spices; It like Zacheus, climbs up into the Sycamore-tree of the Ordinances, that it may have a sight of its beloved; for it heareth that he useth to pass that way; and when it spieth him afar off (for love is quick-sighted) coming towards it, hearken how the soul calleth aloud to faith, to lift up the gates, to lift open the everlasting doors, that the King of glory may enter in; Desire like Joseph makes ready its Chariot to go forth to meet this God of Jacob; and when he draweth nigh, it cometh down hastily, and receiveth him joyfully; it crieth out (with the^* Martyr) in a flame of love, He is come, He is come; Now like Mary it ⟨p. 13⟩closeth with him, cleaveth to him, clingeth and claspeth about him, and thinketh it can never have enough of him, or be near enough to him. Who can express the well-come which this pious Soul giveth him? what warm affection it hath to him; what complacency and delight it hath in him; what enlarged egress of spirit it hath after him; if the wise men were so glad when they saw the star that led to him; how glad is this soul in seeing this Sun? if the babe in the womb of Elizabeth sprang for joy, when the Mother of the Lord came to her; how doth the heart of this Christian spring with joy when the Lord of that Mother comes to it? and out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh, Dearest Jesus why camest thou no sooner? why tarriest thou no longer? Sweetest Saviour, why should this meeting ever ever part? Be thou like a bundle of myrrh lodging all night betwixt my breasts; yet be not like a wayfaring man to tarry with me but for a night, but do thou abide in me, and dwell with me for ever: Good Lord, how good is it to be here! O how blessed are they that dwell in thy house!