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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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have no more to lose; if we persever,* Tis lost; and, that once lost, I m lost for ever. Lord, wink at faults, and be not too severe, And I will play my game with greater fear. O give me Fear, ere Fear has past her date: Whose blot being hit, then fears; fears then too late. S, Bern. Ser. Hv. in Cant. There is nothing so effectual to obtain grace, to retain grace, and to regain grace, as always to befound before God not over-wise, but to fear : happy art thou if thy heart be replenished with three fears; a fear for received grace, a greater fear for lost grace, a greatest fear to recover grace. * Persever; put, by poetic license, for persevere. 48 EMBLEMS. BOOK IV. S. August, super Psalm. Present fear begetteth eternal security: fear God, which is above all, and no need to fear man at all. Epig, 4. Lord, shall we grumble when thy flames do scourge us ? Our sins breathe fire ; that fire returns to purge us. Lord, what an alchymist art thou, whose skill Transmutes to perfect good from perfect ill!
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Pfalm .rig . on. C turn atrip mtjie 7?ves, nor letf/ie Tatn.And TFantcm hire ?ne fr tfactr i<//e Jrcu/i . BOOK IV.—EMBLEM V. Psalm CXIX. 37. Turn away mine eyes from beholding vanity. How like to threads of flax, That touch the flame, are my inflamd desires ! How like to yielding wax My soul dissolves before these wanton fires! The fire but touched, the flame but felt, Like flax, I burn; like wax, I melt. O how this flesh doth draw My fetterd soul to that deceitful fire ! And how the eternal law Is baffled by the law of my desire! How truly bad, how seeming good, Are all the laws of flesh and blood! O wretched state of men, The height of whose ambition is to borrow What must be paid again, With griping interest of the next days sorrow! How wild his thoughts! how apt to range! How apt to vary! apt to change ! VOL. II. H 50 EMBLEMS. BOOK IV. How intricate and nice Is mans perplexed way to mans desire! Sometimes upon the ice He slips, and sometimes falls into the fire; His progress is extreme and

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