Quarles' emblems, divine and moral- together with hieroglyphics of the life of man (1800) (14561399259)

Identifier: quarlesemblemsdi00quar (find matches)
Title: Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man
Year: 1800 (1800s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644
Subjects: Emblems
Publisher: London : Printed for Alex. Hogg
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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ne ? Say, whats the(caufeOf his commitment ? Juft* He hath broke the lawsOf his too gracious God ; confpired the deathOf that great Majefty that gave him breath,And heaps tranfgreffion. Lord, upon tranfgrellion. Jef. How knowfl thou this ? Juf Evn by his cwnHis fins are crying; and they cryM aloud : (confeflion :They cryM to heavn, they cryd to heavn for blood.y^Whatfayft thou, fmner? haft thou aught to plead.That fentence fhould not paft ? Hold up thy head.And (hew thy brafen, thy rebellious face. Sin. Ah me! I dare not: Im too vile and bafeTo tread upon the earth; much more, to liftMine eyes to heavn : I need no other (hrift *Than mine own confclence : Lord, I muft confefs,I am no more than duft, and no whit lefsThan my indictment ftyles me ; Ah ! if thouSearch too fevere, with too fevere a brow.What flefh can ftand ? I have tranfgrefsd thy laws;My merits plead thy vengeance; not my caufe. * Sbrtft\ i, e. confeflion J an old word for auricular confeflion, withpapift?. Ji m. 7-7.-71/
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Pfalin 3.J.3. a .C fjfrr/, /rf^ net th\- Jurlqmenf fe ,feyerf //>V i/i tJty .fi^/it./tAnf Sen/ from Sin is clear J Book III. EMBLEMS. 131 7«/. Lord,fhallI ftriketheblow? Jf/Hold Juftice,Sinner, fpeak on j what haft thou more to fay / (ftay : Sin. Vile as I am, and of myfelf abhorrd,I am thy handy-work, thy creature, Lord,Stampt with thy glorious image, and, at firft,Moft like to thee, though now a poor accurft,Convi£led caitiff, and degenrous creature, (greater.Here trembling at thy bar. Ju/I. Thy faults theLord, fhall I ftrike the blow? Jef. Hold, Juftice, ftay.Speak, fmner j haft^hou nothing elfe to fay ? Sin. Nothing but mercy^ mercy^ Lord ; my ftateIs miferably poor and dcfperate :I quite renounce myfelf, the world, and fleeFrom Lord to Jesus, from thyfelf to thee. Ju^. Ceafe thy vain hopes ; my angry God hasAbufed mercy muft have blood for blood : (vow*d,Siiall I yet ftrike the blov^ ? Je/, Stay, Juftice, holdjMy bowels yearn., my fainting blood grows cold.To view the trembl