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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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one ? Lord, is thy sceptre lost, or laid aside ? Is hell broke loose, and all her fiends untyd ?Lord, rise, and rouse, and rule, and crush theirfurious pride. Peter Rav. in Matth. The devil is the author of evil, the fountain ofwickedness, the adversary of the truth, the corrupterof the world, mans perpetual enemy : he plantethsnares, diggeth ditches, spurreth bodies; he goad-eth souls, he suggesteth thoughts, belcheth anger, 62 EMBLEMS, BOOK I. exposeth virtues to hatred, maketh vices beloved,soweth error, nourisheth contentions, disturbethpeace, and scattereth affliction. Macar; Let us suffer with those that suffer, and be cru-cified with those that are crucified, that we may beglorified with those that are glorified. Savanar. If there be no enemy, no fight; if no fight, novictory ; if no victory, no crown. Epig. 15. My soul, sit thou a patient looker on; .Judge not the play before the play be done ;Her plot has many changes: evry daySpeaks a new scene; the last act crowns the play.
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Sic Lomiiae Xuraen- ademptuml Sr ,vJu?if\? t/u- Sun m //nftie S/i£endtwh-trj/tt,T/iv fietfe jRav rc/ifus-i/icf liit/i hi.SJ,/>//(t. BOOK THE SECOND. EMBLEM I. Isaiah L. 11.You that walk in the light of your own fire, andin the sparks that ye have kindled, ye shall liedown in sorrow.Do, silly Cupid, snuff and trimThy false, thy feeble light,And make her self-consuming flames more bright;Methinks she burns too dim.Is this that sprightly fire,Whose more than sacred beams inspireThe ravishd hearts of men, and so inflame desire P See, boy, how thy unthrifty blaze Consumes; how fast she wanes;She spends herself, and her, whose wealth maintainsHer weak, her idle rays. 64 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. Cannot thy lustful blast,Which gave it lustre, make it last ?What heart can long be pleasd, where pleasurespends so fast ? Go, wanton, place thy pale-facM light Where never breaking dayIntends to visit mortals, or displayThe sullen shades of night:Thy torch will burn more clearIn nights un-Titand hemisp

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