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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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phor, bring theday. Blow, Ignorance ! O thou, whose idle knee Rocks earth into a lethargy.And with thy sooty fingers has bedight The worlds fair cheeks, blow, blow thy spite :Since thou hast puft our greater taper, do Puff on, and out the lesser too :If ere that breath-exiled flame return, Thou hast not blown as it will burn:Sweet Phosphor, bring the day :Light will repayThe wrongs of night; sweet Phosphor, bring the day. EMBLEMS. BOOK S. August, in Joh. Ser. xix. God is all to thee : If thou be hungry, he is bread ;if tiursty, he is water; if in darkness, he is light; ifnaked, he is a robe of immortality. Alanus de Conq. Nat. God is a light that is never darkened : an un-wearied life that cannot die ; a fountain always flow-ing ; a garden of life ; a seminary of wisdom; a ra-dical beginning of all goodness. Epig. 14. My soul, if Ignorance puff out this light,Shell do a favour that intends a spite :It seems dark abroad ; but take this light away.Thy windows will discover break of day.
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