Quarles' emblems, divine and moral- together with hieroglyphics of the life of man (1800) (14561593677)

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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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iii. 25. IVljom have I in heaven hut thee; and ivhat deftre I onearth in refpe5t of thee ? I. * I LOVE (and have fome caufe to love) the earth :She is my Makers creature j therefore good;She is my mother, for fhe gave me birth:She is my tender nurfe; (he gives me food : But whats a creature, Lord, compareM with thee ?Or whats my mother, or my nurfe,, to me \ I love the air ;. her dainty fweets refrefliMy drooping foul, and to new fweets invite me ;Her flirill-mouthd choirs fuftain me with their flefh.And with their Polyphonian * notes delight me :But whats the air, or all the fweets, that fheCan blefs my foul withal, compared to thee ? 3- I love the fea; fhe is my fellow-creature,My careful purveyor f ; flie provides me flore:She walls me round ; fhe makes my diet greater;She w^afts my treafure from a foreign fhore : But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee.What is the ocean, or her wealth, to me ? • Polyphonian y i. e. many-founding.•J Puiveycr: i. e. provider. To B.r./;/.^A6
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Book V. E M B L E M S^, 209 ^•To heavns high city I dire£l my journey, Whofe fpangled fuburbs entertain my eye; Mine eye, by contemplations gre^w attorney, Tranfcends the cryftal pavement of the fky ; But what is heavn, great God, compared to thee? Without thy prefence, heavns no heavn to me.. 5- Without thy prefence, earth gives no refection * ;. Without thy prefence, fea affords no treafure ; Without thy prefence, airs a rank infeflion ; Without thy prefence, heavn itfelfs no pleafure:.If not pofTefsd, if not enoyd in thee,„Whats earth, or fea, or air, or heavn, to- me ?6. The higheft honors that the world can boaft- Are fubje«5ts far too low for my defire; Its brighteft beams of glory are (at moft) But dying fparkles of thy living tire : Th^ proudeft fiamei, that earih Cdn kindh, be-But nightly glow-worms, if compared to thee. 7-Without thy prefence, wealth arc baes of cares : Wifdom, but folly : joy j difquiet, » VJnefs : Friendfhip is treafon ; and delights are fnares : Pl