Quarles' emblems, divine and moral- together with hieroglyphics of the life of man (1800) (14561590377)

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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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ns of Caeiar. Lord, if my hope dare let her anchor fallOn tr.ee, the chiefelt good, no need to callFor earths inferior tradi; ihou, thou art all in all! Q 3 S,AU. i86 E M B L E M-S. Book IV. S. A U G U S T. Soliloq. Cap. xiii. I follow this things I purfue that^ but I am filled unihnothinr. But ivhen I found ihee^ who art that im?rMtahle^ IrJivided^ and only good in thyplf what I obtained^I waiited not ; for what I obtained nct^ I grieved not ;with what I %vas pojjefl^ my whole defere was Jatisfied, S. BERN. Ser. Ix. fup. Bead qui habent, &:c. Let ethers pretend merit; let him brag of the burdettof the daj ; lei him boaft of his fab bath fajls^ and let htmglory that he is not as other men : but for me, it -is goodto clsavi unto the Lord^ and to put tity trufl in my LordGod. EPIG. 13. Let Boreas blafts and Neptunes waves be joinM,Thy -^.gIus commands the waves, the wind :Fear not the rocks, or v/orlds imperious waves;Thou climbfl a Rock, my foul, a Rock that faves* Canticles B.w:^^
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C ant 23-^hi J bruits rzc/i flai^mtrfl grah^^ my 7li,yte . Book IV. EMBLEMS. 187 XIV. Canticles il. 3, I fat under his Jhadow with great delight ^ and his fruitwas fweet to my tajie. I. LOoK how the (heep, whofe rambling fteps do firayFrom the fafe bleiling of her ihepherds eyes,Eftfoon * becomes the unprotefled prey To the wingd fquadrftn of beleagring flies ;Where, fwelterd with the fccrchrng beams of day.She frifks frcm bufh to brake, and wildly flies awayFrom her own felf, evn of herfelf afraid ;She fhrouds her troubled brows in evry glade.And craves the mercy of the foft removing fhade. 2. Evn fo my wandVing foul, that hath digrefsMFrom her great Shepherd, is the hourly preyOf all my fms ; thefe vultures in my breaft Gripe my Promothean heart j both night and dayI hunt from place to place, but find no reft;i know not where to go, nor where to (lay ;The eye of vengeance burns, her flames invadeMy fweltring foul: my foul hath oft afTayd,Yet fhe can find no fhroud f, yet can fhe fee