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Title: Emblems, divine and moral
Year: 1824 (1820s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644 Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663 Wilkins, W. Walker (William Walker)
Subjects: Emblems
Publisher: London : J. Robins
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
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o loath myself and honour thee :But, if my weakness force thee to denyThy flame3, yet lend the twilight of thine eye:If I must want those beams I wish, yet grantThat I, at least, may wish those beams I want- * Jesses, leather thongs that tied on the hells,t Bate, flutter her wings,t Grate, lattice. 130 EMBLEMS. BOOK III. S* August. Soliloqu. Cap, xxxiii. There was a great and dark cloud of vanity be-fore mine eyes, so that I could not see the son ofjustice and the light of truth. I, being the son ofdarkness, was involved in darkness: I loved mydarkness, because I knew not thy light: I wasblind, and loved ray blindness, and did walk fromdarkness to darkness : but, Lord, thou art myGod, who hast led me from darkness and the sha-dow of death; hast called me into this gloriouslight, and, behold, I see. Epig. 1 My soul, cheer up; what if the night be long ?Heavn finds an ear when sinners find a tongue.Thy tears are morning showrs: Heavn bids me say,When Peters cock begins to crow, His day.
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Pialnx.Gc) . Ft. To Thee, OZord, are alltrur Jetties known ,/Tort t/ipu eaetretne, to mark tfiem/rem (Ay Throne BOOK TIT—EMBLEM TI Psalm LXIX. 5. O Lord, tJiou knowest my foolishness, and my sinsare not hid from thee. Seest thou this fulsome idiot ? In what measure He seems transported with the antic pleasure Of childish baubles ? Canst thou but admire The empty fulness of his vain desire ? Canst thou conceive such poor delights as these Can fill th* insatiate soul of man, or please The fond aspect of his deluded eye ? Reader, such very fools art thou and I: False puffs of honour; the deceitful streams Of wealth; the idle, vain, and empty dreams Of pleasure, are our traffic, and ensnare Our souls, the threefold subject of our care: We toil for trash, we barter solid joys For airy trifles, sell our Heavn for toys: We snatch at barley-grains, whilst pearls stand by Despisd; such very fools art thou and I. 132 EMBLEMS. BOOK III. Aimst thou at honour? Does not th idiot shake itIn his le

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