Emblems Divine and Moral, Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of ManJ. Landsdown & J. Mills, 1808 - 277 sider |
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Side 22
... better part Is earth'd and gravell'd up with vain desire : That daily wallow'st in the fleshly mire And base pollution of a lustful heart , That feel'st no passion , but in wanton fire , And own'st no torment but in Cupid's dart ...
... better part Is earth'd and gravell'd up with vain desire : That daily wallow'st in the fleshly mire And base pollution of a lustful heart , That feel'st no passion , but in wanton fire , And own'st no torment but in Cupid's dart ...
Side 23
... better bowl'd ; this never worse : One rubs his itchless elbow , shrugs and laughs : The other bends his beetle brows , and chafes : Sometimes they whoop , sometimes their Stygian cries Send their black Santo's to the blushing skies ...
... better bowl'd ; this never worse : One rubs his itchless elbow , shrugs and laughs : The other bends his beetle brows , and chafes : Sometimes they whoop , sometimes their Stygian cries Send their black Santo's to the blushing skies ...
Side 35
... better work ( if any good ) attends In whose Upon our private ends : performance one poor worldly scoff Foils us , or beats us off . If thy sharp scourge find out some secret fault , We grumble or revolt ; And if thy gentle hand forbear ...
... better work ( if any good ) attends In whose Upon our private ends : performance one poor worldly scoff Foils us , or beats us off . If thy sharp scourge find out some secret fault , We grumble or revolt ; And if thy gentle hand forbear ...
Side 71
... better grounds : The soul that vainly founds Her joys upon this world , but feeds on empty sounds . 2 . She's empty hark , she sounds : there's nothing in't , The spark - engend'ring flint Shall sconer melt , and hardest raunce * shall ...
... better grounds : The soul that vainly founds Her joys upon this world , but feeds on empty sounds . 2 . She's empty hark , she sounds : there's nothing in't , The spark - engend'ring flint Shall sconer melt , and hardest raunce * shall ...
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Francis Quarles. B. II . Emb . u Johnson Sc : No tis not thus ; thy Ball like thee will stray : Attend in time and learn the better Way . 4 And shall the crown of glory stand Not worth. Erras : hâc itur ad illam . In Cruce ftat fecurus Amor ...
Francis Quarles. B. II . Emb . u Johnson Sc : No tis not thus ; thy Ball like thee will stray : Attend in time and learn the better Way . 4 And shall the crown of glory stand Not worth. Erras : hâc itur ad illam . In Cruce ftat fecurus Amor ...
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arms art thou AUGUST beams behold BERN blast blessed blood breast breath bright brow canst thou CANTICLES crown Cupid Cyprian darkness dart dear world death delight desire disdain divine dost thou doth earth EPIG eternal Ev'n ev'ry fair faith false fast fear fire flesh flow'r fond fool fountain of eternal FRANCIS QUARLES glorious glory goeth grief hath heart heav'n Hierog honour HUGO Johnson fe Johnson Sc joys let thy live living earth Lord lust man's mercy mirth ne'er night pains Pfalm pleasure poor pow'r pris'ner Psal PSALM ravish'd repentance rest sacred scape scorn seek shade shine show'rs sins smile Snares in thy Soliloq sorrow soul soul's Sweet Phosphor taper tears tell thee there's things thou art thou hast thoughts thy face thy hand thy soul thyself torments treasure VIOLAS wanton waste wealth what's Whilst wilt wings wound
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Side 124 - scape the flaming rod Of my offended, of my angry God ? Where shall I sojourn ? what kind sea will hide My head from thunder? where shall I abide Until his flames be...
Side 56 - FALSE world, thou ly'st : thou canst not lend The least delight : Thy favours cannot gain a friend, They are so slight : Thy morning pleasures make an end To please at night : Poor are the wants that thou supply'st : And yet thou vaunt'st, and yet thou vy'st With Heaven ; fond earth, thou boast'st ; false world, thou ly'st.
Side 196 - In having all things, and not thee, what have I? Not having thee, what have my labours got? Let me enjoy but thee, what further crave I? And having thee alone, what have I not? I wish nor sea nor land ; nor would I be Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of thee.
Side 56 - Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales Of endless treasure : Thy bounty offers easy sales Of lasting pleasure ; Thou ask'st the conscience what she ails, And swear'st to ease her ; There's none can want where thou supply'st, There's none can give where thou deny'st, Alas ! fond world, thou boast'st ; false world, thou ly'st What well-advised ear regards What earth can say?
Side 124 - And find some desert ? if she springs away, The wings of Vengeance clip as fast as they What if some solid rock should entertain My frighted soul ? can solid rocks restrain The stroke of Justice and not cleave in twain ? Nor sea, nor shade, nor shield, nor rock, nor cave, Nor silent deserts, nor the sullen grave, What flame-eyed Fury means to smite, can save.
Side 118 - Stay, Justice, hold ! My bowels yearn, my fainting blood grows cold, To view the trembling wretch. Methinks I spy My Father's image in the pris'ner's eye.
Side 110 - Isr'el's sheep-fold stray ? Thou art the pilgrim's path, the blind man's eye ; The dead man's life : on thee my hopes rely ; If thou remove, I err, I grope, I die. Disclose thy sun-beams, close thy wings and stay ; See, see how I am blind and dead, and stray, O thou that art my light, my life, my way.
Side 196 - I love the sea, — she is my fellow-creature, My careful purveyor; she provides me store; She walls me round; she makes my diet greater; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore: But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me?
Side 188 - I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine. He is my altar, I his holy place; I am his guest, and he my living food; I'm his by penitence, he mine by grace; I'm his by purchase, he is mine by blood; He's my supporting helm, and I his vine: Thus I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine.
Side 130 - O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end!