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Title: Emblems divine and moral
Year: 1839 (1830s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644 Toplady, Augustus, 1740-1778 Ryland, John, 1723-1792 Wilson, Robert, A. M
Subjects: Emblems
Publisher: London, J. Bennet
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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reIs made th umbrella to the Deity, To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator;Beneath this covert thou mayst safely lie : * Refection, refreshment.VOL. 11. H 66 EMBLEMS. BOOK IV. Permit thine eyes to climb this fruithful tree,As quick Zaccheus did, and thou shalt seeA cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams and thee. Guil. in Cap. ii. Cant. Who can endure the fierce rays of the Sun ofJustice ? who shall not be consumed by his beams?Therefore the Sun of Justice took flesh, that, throughthe conjunction of that Sun and this human body, ashadow may be made. S. August. Med. Cap. xxxvii. Lord, let my soul flee from the scorching thoughtsof the world under the covert of thy wings, that,being refreshed by the moderation of thy shadow,she may sing merrily, fn peace will I lay me downand rest. Epig. 14.Ah ! treachrous soul, would not thy pleasure giveThat Lord, which made thee living, leave to live ?See what thy sins have done ; thy sins have madeThe Sun of Glory now become thy shade. BOOK IV.
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EIVLBLEIVL 15 Pfakix 137.-1.. BOOK IV.—EMBLEM XV. Psalm cxxxvii. 4.How shall we sing the Lords song in a strange Land Urge me no more : this airy mirth belongs To better times : these times are not for songs. The sprightly twang of the melodious lute Agrees not with my voice : and both unsuit My untun*d fortunes :* the affected measure Of strains that are constraind afford no pleasure. Musics the child of Mirth : where griefs assail The troubled soul, both voice and fingers fail: Let such as revel out their lavish days In honourable riot; that can raise Dejected hearts, and conjure up a sprite Of madness by the magic of delight; Let those of Cupids hospital, that lie Impatient patients to a smiling eye ; That cannot rest until vain hope beguile Their flatterd torments with a wanton smile ; Let such redeem their peace, and salve the wrongs Of froward Fortune with their frolic songs : My grief, my griefs too great for smiling eyes To cure, or counter-charms to exercise. The ravens dis

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