Quarles' emblems, divine and moral- together with hieroglyphics of the life of man (1800) (14744860881)

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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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he paths of peace. And wifdom blefs the fouPs unblemifhd ways iNo matter, then, how ftiort or longs tke leafe, Whofe date determines thy felf- number*d days: No need to care for wealths or fames increafe. Nor Mars his palm, nor high Apollos bays. Lord, if thy gracious bounty pleafe to fill The floor of my defires, and teach me flcill To drefs and chufe the corn, take thofe the chafF that (will. G 2 S. AU- 76 EMBLEMS. Book 11. S.AUGUST. Lib. i. de Doa. Chrifti. Temporal things more ravijh in the expeSfaiioriy thanin fruition: but things eternal^ more in the fruition thanixpeSiaticn, Ibide^m. The life of man is the middle between angels andheajis :if man takes pJeafure in carnal things, he is compared t9heafls; but if he delight in fpiritual things^ he is fuitedivith angels. EPIG. 7. Are thou a child. ? Thou Wilt not then be fedBut like a child, and with the childrens bre^d :But thou art fed with corn, or chafF undreft;My fouj, thou favourft too much of th© bcaf^. Philip- B.n.^^/t/^.cP
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Esse aimnant Pueros Cjnibala; atillaVjTOS Book II. EMBLEMS. 77 VIIL Philippians iii. 19, 20. Th^ mind earthly things: hut eur c$nverfatlon is inheaven^ Venus. Divine Cupid. flaby:Ven,\jn)izt means this peevifh babe ? Whlfh, lui-^^ What ails my babe, what ails my babe toWill nothing flill it ? Will it neither be (cry ?■ Pleasd with the nurfes breafl, nor mothers knee ?What ails my bird ? What moves my froward boyTo make fuch whimpering faces ? Peace, my joy :Will nothing do ? Come, come, this peevifh brat,.Thus cry and brawl,, and cannot tell for what ?Come, bufs and friends, my lamb; whifti, Iullaby»What ails my babe, what ails my babe to cry ?Peace, peace, my dear ; alas ! thy early yearsHad never faults to merit half theft tears ;Come, fmile upon me : let thy mother (^yThy father^s image in her babys eye :Hufband thefe guilty drops againft the rageOf harder fortunes, and the gripes of age fThine eyes not ripe for tears : whifli, luliabv;What ails my babe, my fweet-faced babe to c