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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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of men and angels prayr: This, this the day, whose all-discerning lightRansacks the secret dens of night,And severs good from bad; true joys from falsedelight. You groviing worldlings, you whose wisdom trades Where Light neer shot his golden ray,That hide your actions in Cimmerian shades,How will your eyes endure this day ? Hills will be deaf, and mountains will not hear;There be no caves, no corners there,To shade your souls from fire, to shield your heartsfrom fear. 98 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. Hugo.O the extreme loathsomeness of fleshly lust,which not only effeminates the mind, but ernervatesthe body; which not only distaineth the soul, butdisguiseth the person ! It is ushered with fury andwantonness ; it is accompanied with filthiness anduncleanness; and it is followed with grief andrepentance. Epig. 9. What, sweet-facd Cupid, has thy bastard treasure,Thy boasted honours, and thy bold-facM pleasure,Perplexd thee now ? I told thee, long ago,To what theyd bring thee, fool—to wit9 to woe.
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Tnnut-.jii.a3xe eft. C<ui Wothing then m this- fair Crl £e finaul /Vtri/ce it a/ic?/waiv ; its ertifitxjyits- Srttne/ BOOK II.—EMBLEM X. Nahum II. 10. She is empty, and void, and waste. She *s empty: hark! she sounds : theres nothingthere But noise to fill thy ear;Thy vain inquiry can at length but find A blast of murmring wind :It is a cask, that seems as full as fair, But merely tunnd with air;Fond youth, go build thy hopes on better grounds : The soul that vainly foundsHer joys upon this world, but feeds on empty sounds. Shes empty : hark! she sounds: theres nothingint; The spark-engendring flintShall sooner melt, and hardest raunce* shall, first, Dissolve and quench thy thirst, * Raunce, dry mouldy crust of bread,O 100 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. Ere this false world shall still thy stormy breastWith smooth-facd calms of rest. Thou mayst as well expect meridian lightFrom shades of black-mouthd night, As in this empty world to find a full delight. Shes empty: hark! she sounds: tis void

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