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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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, yet grant That I, at least, may wish those beams I want. * Hagard, a wild hawk. t Mew, a coop or cage. X Flags, wing-feathers. § Mallard, a drake (water-fowl). 11 Jets, hops, ^ Stock, perch; that on which a bird rests. ** Jesses, leather thongs that tied on the bells. ft Bate, flutter her wings. 106 EMBLEMS. BOOK III. S. August. Soliloqu. Cap. xxxiii. There was a great and dark cloud of vanity beforemine eyes, so that I could not see the sun of justiceand the light of truth. I, being the son of darkness,was involved in darkness: I loved my darkness, be-cause I knew not thy light: I was blind, and lovedmy blindness, and did walk from darkness to darkness :but, Lord, thou art my God, who hast led me fromdarkness and the shadow of death; hast called meinto his glorious light, and, behold, I see, Epig. 1. My soul, cheer up ; what if the night be long ?Heavn finds an ear when sinners find a tongue.Thy tears are morning showrs ; Heavn bids me say,When Peters cock begins to crow, tis day.
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