Although there bee no Timber in the _Vine_, Nor strength to raise the climbing _Ivie-twine_, Yet, when they have a helper by their side, Or, prop to stay them, like this _Pyramide_, One roote sometime, so many _Sprayes_ will beare, That, you might thinke, some goodly _Grove_ it were: Their tender stalkes, to climbe aloft, are seene; Their boughs are cover’d with a pleasant greene; And, that, which else, had crept upon the ground, Hath tops of loftie trees, and turrets crown’d. This _Emblem_, fitly shadowes out the Natures Of us, that are the _Reasonable-creatures_: For, wee are truely by our _nat’rall-birth_, Like _Vines_ undrest, and creeping on the earth; Nor free from spoyling, nor in case to beare Good _fruits_, or _leaves_, while we are groveling there. But, if _new-borne_ by _Grace_, streight borne are wee, From earthly creepings, by that _Living-tree_, Which, here, was planted, meerely to this end, That, by his _pow’r_, our _weaknesse_ might ascend. And, hee our _frailtie_ to himselfe so takes, So, of his _might_, the partners us hee makes; That, hee, in us, doth seeme to hide his _pow’rs_, And, make the _strength_ hee gives, appeare as ours. Continue, _Lord_, this _Grace_, and grant wee may, Firme hold, on our _Supporter_, alwayes lay: So climbing, that wee nor neglect, nor hide His _Love_; nor over-climbe it, by our _Pride_. Thus, our yet staggering _weaknesse_, shall at length, Bee fully changed into perfect _Strength_. _Be wary, whosoe’re thou be, For, from =Loves= arrowes, none are free._ [Illustration: FERIO. ILLVSTR. XIX. _Book. 4_]