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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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en and angels prayr: This, this the day, whose all-discerning lightRansacks the secret dens of night.And severs good from bad; true joys from falsedelight. ^o You grovling wordlings, you whose wisdom trades Where Light neer shot his golden ray.That hide your actions in Cim.merian shades.How will your eyes endure this day ? Hills will be deaf, and mountains will not hear;There be no caves, no corners there.To shade your souls from fire, to shield your heartsfrom fear. 82 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. Hugo. O the extreme loathsomeness of fleshy lust, whichnot only effeminates the mind, but ernervates thebody; which not only distaineth the soul, but dis-guiseth the person! It is ushered with fury andwantonness; it is accompanied with filthiness anduncleanness; and it is followed with grief and re-pentance. Epigm 9. What, sweet-facd Cupid, has thy bastard treasure.Thy boasted honours, and thy bold-facd pleasure,Perplexd thee now ? I told thee, long ago.To what theyd bring thee, fool—to wit, o tune.
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Tnrmt: JiicUxe eXl Ca/i Wct/ii/ii/ f/tift t/i ////.(■ /ii/r Cr/ /< fiTt/i<I / BOOK II.—EMBLEM X. Nahum ii. 10. She is empty, and void, and waste. Shes empty: hark! she sounds: theres nothingthere But noise to fill thy year ;Thy vain inquiry can at length but find A blast of murmring wind :It is a cask, that seems as full as fair, But merely tunnd with air;Fond youth, go build thy hopes on better grounds : The soul that vainly foundsHer J03-S upon this world, but feeds on empty sounds. Shes empty: hark! she sounds: theres nothingint; The spark-engendring flintShall sooner melt, and hardest raunce* shall, first, Dissolve and quench thy thirst,Ere this false world shall still thy stormy breast With smooth-facd calms of rest.Thou mayst as well expect meridian light From shades of black-mouthd night.As in this empty world to find a full delight. * Raunce, dry mouldy crust of bread. 84 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. Shes empty: hark ! she sounds : tis void and vast; What is some flattering bla

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