Emblems Divine and Moral, Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of ManJ. Landsdown & J. Mills, 1808 - 277 sider |
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Side 74
... blood : And shall the promis'd crown of life Be thought a toy , not worth a strife ? An easy good brings easy gains ; But things of price are bought with pains . The pleasing way is not the right : He that would conquer heav'n , must ...
... blood : And shall the promis'd crown of life Be thought a toy , not worth a strife ? An easy good brings easy gains ; But things of price are bought with pains . The pleasing way is not the right : He that would conquer heav'n , must ...
Side 83
... blood . 2 . Boast not thy skill ; the righteous man falls oft , Yet falls but soft : There may be dirt to mire him , but no stones To crush his bones : What if he staggers ? nay , but case he be Foil'd on his knee ? That very knee will ...
... blood . 2 . Boast not thy skill ; the righteous man falls oft , Yet falls but soft : There may be dirt to mire him , but no stones To crush his bones : What if he staggers ? nay , but case he be Foil'd on his knee ? That very knee will ...
Side 86
... blood ; Thus past from town to town ; until he come A sore repentant to his native home : Ev'n so the rambling heart , that idly roves From crimes to sin , and uncontroul'd removes From lust to lust , when wanton flesh invites From old ...
... blood ; Thus past from town to town ; until he come A sore repentant to his native home : Ev'n so the rambling heart , that idly roves From crimes to sin , and uncontroul'd removes From lust to lust , when wanton flesh invites From old ...
Side 83
... blood . 2 . Boast not thy skill ; the righteous man falls oft , Yet falls but soft : There may be dirt to mire him , but no stones To crush his bones : What if he staggers ? nay , but case he be Foil'd on his knee ? That very knee will ...
... blood . 2 . Boast not thy skill ; the righteous man falls oft , Yet falls but soft : There may be dirt to mire him , but no stones To crush his bones : What if he staggers ? nay , but case he be Foil'd on his knee ? That very knee will ...
Side 94
... blood , is more than most extreme ; Great builder of mankind , canst thou propound All this to thy bright eyes , and not confound Thy handy - work ? O canst thou chuse but see , That mad'st the eye ? can aught be hid from thee ? Thou ...
... blood , is more than most extreme ; Great builder of mankind , canst thou propound All this to thy bright eyes , and not confound Thy handy - work ? O canst thou chuse but see , That mad'st the eye ? can aught be hid from thee ? Thou ...
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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!