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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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eyd),That late was music, now affrights like thunder.Poor man! are not thy joints grown sore with shaking,To view theffect of thy bold undertaking.That in one hour didst mar what Heavn six dayswas making? 16 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. S. August, lib. 1. de Lib. Arbit. It is a most just punishment that man should losethat freedom which man would not use, yet had powerto keep if he would; and that he who had knowledgeto do what was right, and did not, should be deprivedof the knowledge of what was right; and that he whowould not do righteously, when he had the power,should lose the power to do it when he had the will. Hugo de Anima, They are justly punished that abuse lawful things,but they are most justly punished that use unlawfulthings: thus Lucifer fell from heaven; thus Adamlost his paradise. Epig. 2. See how these fruitful kernels, being castUpon the earth, how thick they spring! how fast!A full-ear d crop and thriving, rank and proud !Prepostrous man first sowd, and then he ploughd. BOOK I
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E M B T., E M 3 Ut poliar, pattor, pahjui-iiJ/jiojipolieris./f//Acnf^ /j/t/ovmr/if ^/ta/l. f/iv J\(/rt.y nffttfu/ . BOOK I.—EMBLEM III. Prov. xiv. 13. Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; andthe end of that mirth is heaviness. Alas ! fond child, How are thy thoughts beguildTo hope for honey from a nest of wasps ?Thou mayst as well Go seek for ease in hell,Or sprightly nectar from the mouths of asps. The worlds a hive.From whence thou canst deriveNo good, but what thy souls vexation brings :But case thou meetSome petty-petty-sweet,Each drop is guarded with a thousand stings. Why dost thou makeThese murmring troops forsakeThe safe protection of their waxen homes ?This hive containsNo sweet thats worth thy pains ;Theres nothing here, alas! but empty combs. For trash and toys,And grief-engendring joys,What torment seems to sharp for flesh and blood ?What bitter pills,Composd of real ills,Men swallow down, to purchase one false good ! 18 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. The dainties hereAre least wh

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