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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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m lodgd in cross, or lost in pain ?In prayr and patience find Him out again :Make- Heavn thy mistress, let no change removeThy loyal heart; be fond, be sick of Love.WJiat if he stop his ear, or knit his brow ?At length hell be as fond, as sick, as thou:Dart up thy soul in groans; thy secret groanShall pierce his ear, shall pierce his ear alone:Dart up thy soul in vows ; thy sacred vowShall find him out, where Heavn alone shall know:Dart up thy soul in sighs; thy whispering sighShall rouse his ears, and fear no listner nigh: * Sliake hands with; *. e. take leave of. y BOOK III. THE ENTERTAINMENT. 125 Send up thy groans, thy sighs, thy closet-vow;There s none, theres none shall know but Heavn and thou.Groans freshd with vows, and vows made salt with tears,Unscale his eyes, and scale his conquered ears:Shoot up the bosom shafts of thy desire,FeatherM with faith, and double-forkM with fire, /And they will hit: fear not, where Heavn bids Come;HeavVs never deaf but when mans heart is dumb..
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Ilaiali.aG.c).Amidst tfieJktrfaiefs cf this WbridfyM?A<t,LrrAI/uu-e jiijhAto fi/uitin Mnrn(i Zi<//it. BOOK III.—EMBLEM I. Isaiah XXVI. 9. My soul hath desired thee in the night. Good God ! what horrid darkness doth surroundMy groping soul! how are my senses boundIn utter shades, and, muffled from the light,Lurk in the bosom of eternal night!The bold-facd lamp of Heavn can set and rise,And with his morning glory fill the eyesOf gazing mortals; his victoriousTayCan chase the shadows, and restore the day:Nights bashful empress, though she often wane,As oft repents her darkness; primes again;And with her circling horns doth re-embraceHer brothers wealth, and orbs her silver face.But ah! my sun, deep swallowd in his fall,Is set, and cannot shine, not rise at all:My bankrupt wane can beg nor borrow light;Alas! my darkness is perpetual night. 128 EMBLEMS. BOOK III. Falls have their risings, wanings have their primes,And desprate sorrows wait their better times :Ebbs have their floods

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