Looke here, and marke (her sickly birds to feed) How freely this kinde _Pelican_ doth bleed. See, how (when other _Salves_ could not be found) To cure their sorrowes, she, her selfe doth wound; And, when this holy _Emblem_, thou shalt see, Lift up thy soule to him, who dy’d for thee. For, this our _Hieroglyphick_ would expresse That _Pelican_, which in the _Wildernesse_ Of this vast _World_, was left (as all alone) Our miserable _Nature_ to bemone; And, in whose eyes, the teares of pitty stood, When he beheld his owne unthankfull _Brood_ His _Favours_, and his _Mercies_, then, contemne, When with his wings he would have brooded them: And, sought their endlesse peace to have confirm’d, Though, to procure his ruine, they were arm’d. To be their _Food_, himselfe he freely gave; His _Heart_ was pierc’d, that he their _Soules_ might save. Because, they disobey’d the _Sacred-will_, He, did the _Law of Righteousnesse_ fulfill; And, to that end (though guiltlesse he had bin) Was offred, for our _Vniversall-sinne_. Let mee Oh _God_! for ever, fixe mine eyes Vpon the Merit of that _Sacrifize_: Let me retaine a due commemoration Of those deare _Mercies_, _and_ that bloudy _Passion_, Which here is meant; and, by true _Faith_, still, feed Vpon the drops, this _Pelican_ did bleed; Yea, let me firme unto thy _Law_ abide, And, ever love that _Flocke_, for which he dy’d. _Bee =Iust=; for, neither =Sea= nor =Land=, Shall hide thee from the =Royall-hand=._ [Illustration: DISCITE IUSTITIAM. ILLVSTR. XXI. _Book. 3_]