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But fower in tafte, falfe as the putrid core :
Thy flaring glafs is geras at her half light.

She makes thee feeming rich, but truly poor :
She boafts a kernel , and beftows a Ihcll ; ^
Performs an inch ©f her fair promis'd ell :

Her words protefl a Heaven ; her works produce an hcH,



O thou the fountain of whofe better part.
Is earthed and gravelled up with vain defire :
That daily wallow'it in the flefiily mire

And bafe pollution of aluftful heart.
That fecrfl no palTion, but in wanton fire.

And ownft no torment but in Cupid*& dart ;
Behold thy type : Thou fitt'A upon this ball
Of earth, fecure, while death that flings at all,

Stands arm- d to ftrike thee down, where flames attend thy

(fall.



S. BERN.



Book i. Emhkmes. ji

S. BERN.

Security is no robere ; neither in Hesven, not in Piradife^
much lefs in the World : Jn Heaven the Angels fell from the
Dhine Prefence] in Puradife, Adam fell from his pUce of
pleifuTs ; in the Worli^ ^udas fell from the School of our Si'
vicur,

HUGO.

/ art fecure, J drink fecure, I Jleep fecure, even is though I
bidpxfi the day of death, avoided the day of judgment, and ef-
caped the torments of HeU-fire : / pliy and laugh, as though
I wsre already triumphing in ike ^ngdom of Heaven,



EPIG. 7.

Get up, my foul ; Redeem thy flavifh cyoi
From dfowzy bondage: O beware; bewUc:
Thy Fo*$ before thee -, thou muft fight or fly;
Life lici moft open in a dofed eye.
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LUKE 6. ^^

Woe he to you that laugh now , for ye fh all
mourn and iveep,

THe World's a popular difeafe, that reigns
Within the froward heart and frintick brains
Of poor diftcmper'd mortals, oft arifing
From ill digcftion, through th'uncqoal poifing
Of ill-wcigh'd Elements, whofe light direfts
Malignant humours to malign effeSs :
One raves and labours with a boyling liver;
Rendi hair by handfuls, GjrfiDg Capii's quiver :
Another with a bloody flux of oaths
Vowi deep revenge : one dotes •' the other loaths :
One frisks and fings, and vies a flagon more
To drench dry cares, and make the Welkin rore;
Another droops : the Sun-fhine makes him fad ;
Heaven cannot pleafe : One*s mop'd ; the t other's mad :
One huggs his gold ,* another lets it fly ;
He knowing not for whom ; nor t'other why.
One fpcnds his day in plots, his night ia play ;
Another fleepg and flugs both night and day :
One laughs at this thing ; t'other cries for that :
But neither one nor t'other knows for what.
Wonder of wonders ! What vt e ought t'evite
As our difeafe, we hug as our delight :
'Tis held a fymptome of approaching danger.
When difacquainted Senfc becomes a Stranger,
And takes no knowledge of an old difeafe ;
But when a Doifora grisf begins to pleafe

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The unrcfifting fcnfe, it is a fear

That death has parliM, and compounded there :

As when the dreadful fhandV ers awful haad

Pours forth a Vial on th'infefted land,

A t firft th*afFrightcd Mortals quake and fear ;

And every noife is thought the Thflndcrer :

But when the frequent foul- departing BeB

Has pav*d their ears with her familiar knell.

It is reputed but a nine days wonder,

They neither fear the ThundVer nor his Thunder.

So when the world (a worfc difeafc) began

To (mart for fin, poor new created Man

Could feek for (belter, and his gcn'rous Son

Knew by his wa^es, what his hands had done :

But bold-fac'd Mortals in our blu(hlcfs limes

Can fing and fmile, and make a fport of crimes,

Tranfgrcfs of cuftom, and rebel in eafc j

We falfe iov'<l fools can triumph in difeafc.

And fas the carelefs Pilgrim, being bit

By the Tarantula, begins a fit

Of life concluding laughter) wafte our breath

In laviih pleafurc, till we laugh to death.



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HUGO de anima.

whit profit is there in viin-glory, nomentiny mirth, the
toorlds porvcr, thefltJhespJeafttre^ full riebeSytioble dcfcent.and
great dcfirss ? Where is their laughter ? vobtre is their mirth !
Where their infoUnce ? their arrogance ? From how much joy
to how muchfddnejsl After how much mirth, how much mife-
ry ! From how great glory are they fallen, to how great tor*
ments ! f^hat hath fallen to tbcm^ may befal thee, becaufe
thou art a man ; Thou art of earth ; thou Hveft of earth ;
thoujhalt return to earth. Death expeBetb thee every where I
Bs wife therefore^ and expsS death every where^



E P I G. 8.

What aylsthe fool to laugh? Docs fomethbg pkafc
His vain conceit ? Or is'c a meer difeafe ?
Fool, grgglle ou, and wafte thy wanton breath ;
Thy morning laughter breeds an evning death.



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(Tr^^dra auis /talihmril^atm orfecjrddurrJ:



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IX.

I JOHN 2.17-

The World faS^eth avoay , and all the Lnfls

thereof.

I

DRaw near, brave Sparks, whofc Spirits fooro to light
Your hallow'd tapers, but at Honours flame;
■you, whofe heroic actions take delight

To varnifh over a new-painted name ;
JVhofe high-bred thoughts difdain to take their flight.
But on th' Icarian wings of babbling fame ;
Behold how tott'ring are your high- built ftories (ries,'
Of carthjWhercon you truft the ground- work of year gle^

2

And you more bram-fkk Lovers, that an prlfe

A wanton fmile before eternal Joys ;
That know no heav'n, but in your Miftrifs eyesj

That feel no pleafure. but what fcnfe enjoys:
That can like crown-diftempei'd fools defpife

True rkhes, and like babies whine for toycs :

Think ye the Pageants of your hopes are able
To ftand fecurc on earthy when earth it felf's unftable ?

3

Come dunghin Worldlings, you t95t root like f#ine,

And caft up golden trenches, where ye come :
l(\'horc only pleafure is to undermine.

And view the fecrcts of your mothers womb :
Come bring your Saint pouch'd in his Leather (hriae.

And fummon all your gripidg Angels home;

Ichold your World, the bank of aD yonr ftore
,T^e World ye fo admire, the World yc To adore.

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A feeble world, whofe hot-mouth* J pleafures tire
Before the race ; before the ftart, retrait ;

A faithlef; world, whofe falfe delights expire
Before the term of half their promisM date :

A fickle World, not worth the leaft defire,
Wiirre evVy chance proclaims a change of State j
A feeble, faithlefs, fickle world, wherein

Each motion proves a vice ; and cvVy acV a fin.

The beauty, that of late was in her flower,

Is now a ruin, not to raifc a lufl: :
He that was lately drenchM in Djindsi fhower,

Is mafter now of neither good nor truft ;
Whofe honour lace was mann'd with Princely power.

His glory now lies buried in the doit ;

O who would truft this world, or prize what's in it.
That gives and takcs,and chops and changes ev'ry minute!



Nor length of days, nor folid ftrength of brain.
Can find a place wherein to reft fecure :

The World is various, and the Earth is vain

There's nothing certain here, there's nothing fare;

We trudge, we travel, but from pain to pain,
And what's our only grief s our only cure :
The world's a torment ; he that would endeavour

To find the way to reft muft feck the way to leave her.



S. G R E G.



Book I. Emhlemes: 39

S. G R E G. in ho.

BshoUthe voorU U mtherei in it feJf, yet ficunjhethin
out beans, every robcre deith, every whne grief, every where
defoUtion: Oji every fide we are fmitten ; on every fide filled
voith bitterr.efs , end jit with the blind mind of cirnaldefire^
Toe love her bitternejf : Jtflietb, and we fellow it ; itfaLetb,
yet we flick to ii : And becaufe ws annot enjoy it fallings we
fiU wi:h it. And enpjf it falkn.



EPIG. 9
If Fortune fal?, or envious Time bo! fpurn.
The world turns round, and with the world we tarn
Wh^n Fortune fees, and Lynx ey'd Time is biiod,
Tk tfuft thy J3yeSj O w©rld till thcn^ the wind.



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J O H N 8. 44:

Te are of your father the Devil, and the luffs
of your father you will do.

HEre*s your righ t ground i wag gently o're thii black:
'Tis a (hortcaft ; y'are quickly at the jack.
Rub, rub an inch or two; two crowns to one^
^ Ob this bowls fide : Blow wind, 'tis fagly thrown :
The next bowl's worfc that comes, come bol w away ;

AfijiiwKjji, you know the ground untutor'd, play;
Your laft was gone, a yard of ftrength wcU fpar*d.

Had touch'd the block ; your hand is ftifl too hard.
Brave paftime. Readers, to confume that day.

Which without paftime flies too fwift away !
See how they labour ; as if day and night

Were both coo Qiort to ferve their loofe delight ?
Sec how their cur v'ed bodies wreath, and skiuc

Such antick (ha pes as Pnteus never knew :
One rapps an oath, another deals a curfe ;

He never better bowl'd ; this never worfe :
One nibs his itchlcfs elbow, (hrugs and laughs,

Ths t'other bends his beetle brows, and chafes: ^
Sometimes they whoop, fometimes their Stygian cries

Send their black Sasto's to the blufliiDg skies :
Thu5 mingling homours in a mad confufion,

They make bad Promifcs, and worfe conclufion ;
But Where's a Palm that Fortunes hand allows

To blcfs the vigors honourable brows ?
Come, Reader, come ; Vie light thine eye the way

To view the prize, tbc w hile the Gamefters play :

D Clofe



42. Emhlemes. Book ii

Clofe by the jack, behold, gill fortune ftands

To wave the game, (ee in her partial hands
The glorious garland's held ift.open (how,

Tochear the Lads, and crown the conquerors brow.
The world's the jack ; the gamcftcrs that contend.

Arc Cupid^ Mammon : that judicious Friend,
That gives the ground, liSitan'. And the bowls

Are finful Thoughts ; they Prize, a crown for Fooh."
Who breaths that bowls not ? What bold tongue can fay

Without a blnfh, he hath not bowl'd to day ?
It is the trade of man, and every finner

Has plaid his rubbers : Every Soul's a winner.
The vulger Proverb's croft. He hardly can

Be agood Bowler and an honefl man.
Good God ! turn thou my Brazil thoughts anew ;

New fole my bowls, and make their bias true :
I'le ceafe to game, til] fairer ground be given,

Nor wiih to win, until the mark be Heaven.



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Book I. Emhkmes. 43

S. BERNARD. lib.deConfid.

jovL fofis of Adim^oucovfitoui generations, nkathavey^
to do Tvith earthly riches, rohich are neiiber true, nor yours ?
Gold mi Silver J.TC re il eirth^ rei irJroaire, rohich tbe on-
ly error of m in mikes, or ruber nputes, preciom I Infoor:,
'^ ^hy be yours ^ cxrrytbemToiikyou,

, S. HIERO N. inEp.

I O Lufi,thou infernjl fire^ Tobofefevj:lit£}uttony'j tohofe
l^im- M priJr, rvkofejpirkks ire winton Vfordi\ vjhcfe (moke it
nfiwy ; roboje ajh:s are wiclexrimfs : vjbo[e end u bell.



EPIC- 3.

vfjn»ron well followed : Cm;/:/ bravely led ;
loth Touchers ; equal fortune makes a dead :
^0 need can meafure where the conqueft lies ;
Take my advice / compound, and (hare the Priz;

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XT:

EPHES; %.i.

Te walked according to the courfe of this
World, according to the Prince of the air.

I

O Whither will this mad brain world at laft
Be driven ? Where will her reftlefs wheels arrive ?
Why hurries on her il!-match*d pair fo faft f

O whether means her furious groom to drive ?
What win her rambling fits be never paft ?
For ever ranging ? Never once retrive ?
Will Earth perpetual progrefs ne'r expire ?
Her Team continuing in their frefli careir.
And yet they never reft, and yet they never tire.



SoV% hot mouth*d Steeds, whofc noftrils vomit flame,

and brazen lungs belch forth quotidian fire.
Their t*elve hours taslc performed grow ftifF and lame.

And their immortal fpirits faint and tire :
At th* azure mountains foot their labours claim
The priviledge of reft, where they retire
To quench their burning fellocks, and go fteep
Thelr'fla?^iing noftrils in the weltcrn deep.
And frefb their tired fouls with ftrength reftoring (Iccp.

3

But thefe prodigious hackneys, bafely got _.

'Twixtmenand devils, made for race or flight,
Can drag the idle world, expe£lingnot

The bed of rert, but travel with delight ;
Wfeon«ver weighing way nor weather, trot

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Through duftand dirt, and droil both night and day ;
Thus droil thefe fiends incarnate, whole free pains
Are fed wich dropfie.'J and venereal blains.
No need to ufe the whip j but ftreng,th to rale the rains.



Porr captive world ! How has thy lightnefs given

A juft occafioa to thy foes iliufion ?

O, how art thou betray 'd :hus fairly driven

In feeining triumph co thy own confufion ?
How is rhy enrspty Univerle bereaven
Of a*] true jjys, by one fdlfe joys dcluiion ?
So I have fcen an unblown virgin fed
With fugar'd words fo full, that f"he is led
A fair attended Bride to afalfe Bankrupts bed.



VuIT gracious Lord ; Let not thine arm forfake
1 he world impounded in her own devices ;
Thlr.k of that plealare that thou once did'i^ take

Amongft the Lillies and fwect Beds of *jiices.

Hale i^rongly, thou who(e hand has pow'rto flack

The fwift-foot fury of ten thoufand vices :

Let not thy duft devouring Dragon boaft.

His craft has won what Juda's Lion loft j

Remember what is crav'd ; recount the price it coft.



I S I D O R.



Book I. Emhlemes. 47

I SI DOR. lib. I. Defummobono.

Syhom much ths neirer Satan perreivstb the n/OrUio nn
end, by fo much tls more fitrcclj he troubktb it with psrJ:eU'
tion *, ikAt knovoin^ timjelf is to hs dimncd, be mny get com-
piny in kis dimnmon.

CYPRIAN. inEp.

Broid and (pidous is the road to infernal life ; there are
enticftntnts ard death- bringing pi f azures. There the Devil
flnteretb that he may deceive 5 [miletb that ke may eniamagc ;
Allurab that he may deHroy, ' -^-^



EPIG. II.
Nay fofc and fair, good world ; peft not too faft'j
Thy j>urnici end require, rot half* this baft.'
Unlefs that arm thou fodifdam'A, reprives thee,
Alas thou needs inuft go; the devil delves thee.
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ISAIAH 66.11:
Te may fuck, hut not he fatisfied with the
hreaft of her coHfolatiott.

WHat never fin'd? Be thy lips skrewM fo faft (theet
Toth* earths full breaftpfor fhame,for Ihame unfcizc
Thou tak*ft a furfet where thou fnould'ft but taft,
And mak*ft too much not half enough to pleafe thee.
Ah, fool, forbear ; thoufwailoweft at one breath
Both food and poifon down ; thou draw'ft beth milk and

(death.
2
The ub'rous breafts, when fairly drawn, repaft

The thriving infant with her milkie floud, ,
But being ovcrftrain'd, return at laft
Unwholfom gulps composed of wind and blood.
A mod'rate ufe does both repaft and pleafe ;
Who ftrains beyond a mean draws in and gulps difeafe.

3
But, Othat mean, whofe good the leaft abufc

Makes ba<, is too too hard to be dirc^ed :
Can thorns bring grapes, or Crabs a pleafmg juice?
There's nothing wholfom, where the whole s infeficd.
Unfeife thy lips : Earth's milk's a rip'ocd core.
That drops from her difeafe, that matters from her fere,

4 .
Think'ft thou that punch, that burlyeiout thy coat.

Is thriving fat ; or flefh, that feems fo brawny ?
Thy pauBch is dropfied and thy cheeks are bloat ;

Thy lips arc whitc^ and thy complexion tawny ;

Thy



yo Ernhlemes, Book j

Thy skin's a bladder blown with watry tumors;
Thy fle(h a trembling bog, a quagmire full of humours.



And thou whofe thrivelels hands, are ever ftraining

Earths fluent breafts into an empty iieve.
That al'vays haft, yecalways art complaining,
' And whin'ft for more then earth has power to give;

Whofetreafure flows and fl^esaway as faft;
That ever hjft, and haft, yet haft not what thou haft



Go choofe a fubftancc. Pool, that will remain
Within the limits of thy leaking meafure ;

Or elfe go feek an urn that will retain
The liquid body of thy flipp'ry treafure :
Alas, how poorly are thy labours crown'd ?

Thy liquor's never fwset, cor yet thy velTel found.



What Icfs, than Fool, is man, to prog and plot.
And iavifh out the cream of all his care.

To gain poor feeming goods, wh'ch being got,
Make firmpofleflion but a thorow fare;

Or, i!^ they ftay, they furrow thoughts the dcep^

And being kept with care, they lofc their careful kccpc



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Book I, Bn^hlemss. ^i

S. GREG. Horn. 3. fecond. parte Ezech,

// w." give more to thefl:jh then roe cuph', we nourijh an f •
ttewy'j if To'ghe not 10 her necrjiiy vobit we ought ^ rvc de-
ft roy 1 Cit7\'n : Thejl.'jh U to bgfjtuf.ed fo far m fvffces to
eurj^ood; wh^fotrvcr ai'orvrtb fo much to her m to rnjke her
p^Gud, knowctb jiof bovno be futUfied: To be fatufied u a
JLreut art ; leQbj the faiieiy cf the flfjh we break fcrtb into
the ir.i^uity of her foUj,

HUGO de anima.

Thf he^rt is ajmdlltbin^, but d'ftretb^reat mittcrs. It is
nor fufficiiHt for a I(Jtes dinn-^r, yet the wbclc world is net
fufficient for i' .



EPIG. 12.

.Vhat make? thee, Tod, fofjt? Fcol, ihrefobarc?
■fc Tuck the fcirfame rrilk, the fciNfame air :
^Jo mcran betwixt a.) paurch, ond ^k'n, a^dbonei*
Che mean's a virtue ani the wcrid h:s none.



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JOHN 3. 19.

Men love darknefs rather than light , hecaufe
their deeds are evil.

LOrd, when we leave the world and come to Thee,
How dun, how Aug are we !
How backward ! How prepofterous is the motion
Of our ungaia devotion!
Our thoughts arc Milftones, and our foals are lead.
And ourdefires are dead ;
Our vows are fairly promis d, faintly paid ;

Or brdcen or not maie ;
Our better work (if any good) attends

Upon our private ends
In whofe pcrformaace one poor worldly fcoflf

Foils us or beati us off".
If thy (harp fcourge find out fome fecret fault.
We grumble or revolt,
'And if thy gentle hand forbear, we ftray.

Or idly lofe the way.
Is the road fair ? weloyter : clogg'd with mr* ?
Wcftickor elfc retire ;
A Iamb appears 3 Lion ; and we fear.

Each bu(h we fee's a bear.
When out dull fouls dire^ our thoughts to thee.
The foft- pac'd fnail is not fo How as we ;
"But at earth we dart our wingM defirc.

We burn, we burn like fire.
Like as the am'rous needle joys to bend

To her magnctick fricad :

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Of as the greedy Lovers eye- balls fly

At his fair Miftrifseyc ;
So, fo we cling to earth ; we fl/ and puff,

Yet flie not faft enough.
If pleafure becken with her balmy hand,

Her beck's a ftrong command :
If honour caD us with a courtly breath :

An hour's delay is death :
If profits golden finger'd charms enveigles.

We clip more fwifc thaa Eagles : ^
Let Aufcer weep, or bluftring Boreas rore

Till eyes or lung^ be fere :
Let Neptuae f«ell until his dropfy fides

Burfc into broken tides :
Nor threatning Uocks, nor Winds, nor Waves, nor Fire,

Can cfub oar tierce defire ;
Nor Fire, nor Rocks, can Itop your furious minds.

Nor Waves, nor Winds
How fafc and fearlefs do our footfceps flee !
Jhe light-foot Roc-buck's not (b fweet, as we.



S. AUG.



3ock I. Emhlemes. jj

S. AUGUST, fup. Pfal. 64.

Two fevsraJ levers huilt i rrf fsvfraJ Cities ; the love of

"' ' hxiliitb 1 ^:yu'2i:m ; the love of the roorli huildeib a,
,;? ; Let every one enquire cf limftlf rvhat hslo-jetby and
i€ Jball rtfolv: bimfelf of whence he is a Citizen,

s. AaGasa^.iiou9*confci:

Ml things ITS driven by their orim vtgigbt^ end ten! to thit
ton centtf ; Myroeiyh is rm Inv -. h^ ibn lam driven ivhi- .
berfoever J an(4rh.

lord, he hveth thee fbe Ufs-^^\tr hveth avf thing rvitb
bee^ which ks hvctb not for tkte» '



EPIG. 13.

.or J, fcourgs my Ai's. if (he fho-ild raakerohaff,
Ud curb my Stag, if he fhould fly too h^ :
: he be over-fci ifr, cr (he prove idle,
,c: Love lend him a fpar: Fear, her a bridle.



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XIV.

PSALM 13.3.

Lighten mb?e eyes, Lord, lejl Ijleep ths
Jleep of death,

IT Tli'c ne'r be morning ? Will thst promised li^^ht
W Nc*r break, and ciear thofe clouds ol: nigh: ?
Sweet Pbofper^ bring the day,
whofc conqu'dng ray
vlay chafe thefe fogs ; bweec Paofpcr^ bring the day.

^ow long ! Ko V loTig fha'l thefe benighted eyes

Lan^uifh in fhades, like feeble fli^s
ix?s£iing Spring ? How long llialldarknefs fuyl

llz face of earth, and thtis begaile
^urfoul^oi fprighcful action ? When, when will day

Begin to dawn, whofs cew born ray
.Ijy ^ild tiie weather- cocks of our devotion.

And give our unfoui'd fouls new motioa f
Sweet Phojper^ bring the day,
Thy li^ht will fray
rhefw horrid raifts ? Sweet P^cjfrr bring ths d^y.

;.£t thofe have night that ILghly love t*>ramure

Their cloyRer'd crimes, pfid fmfccure ;
;,ei: thoi'e have night that blufli to let men know

The bafcEcfs chey ne'r blu(h to do ;
Let ihofe have nighr, that love to havqa nap

And Ion in Ignorances lap ;
-ct thofe whofc eyes, like Owls, abhor the lij^ht.

Let thofe have night tha: lo7e the night ;

E Sweet



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Swctt Pho^er bring the day j
How fad delay
Afflifts dull hopes ? Sweet Pbojperi bring the day.



Alas ! my light in vain expefting eyes

Can find no objeS bst what rife
From this pcor mortal blaze, a dying fpark

Of ^w/tfin's forge, whofe flames are dark,
A dangerous, a doll blew bwrning light.

As melancholy as the night :
Here's afi the Suns that gliffer in the Sphere

Of earth : Ah me! What comfort's here ?
Sweet Phaser bring the day ;
Hafte, 'hafte away
Heav'usloyt'ringlampj Sweet Pi&()^ffr, bring the day.

Blow, Ignorance: O thou, whofe idle knee

Rocks earth into a Lethargy,
And with thy fboty fingers haft bedight

The worlds fair checks, blow, blow thy fpight ;
Since thou haft puft our greater Taper ; do

PuiFon, ard out the leffertoo :
If e're that breath- exiled fiame return.

Thou hafl not blown, asitwillburn:
%^eQtPbo(^fr. bring the day:
Light will repay •^
The wrongs of night ; Sweet Pho^er, bring the day.



a AUGUST.



Book I. Emhlemcso 5-^

S. AUGUST, in Job. Ser. 19.

God it aV to thee : If thou he hungry, be U brettd ; if
thirfiji, ke u rvittr ; if darhefs, he U light ; // mhed) he
is a robe of immortdity.

A LANUS deconq.nat,

God it a light that it never darhned ; An untotaried life
tbit cannot die; a fountain always florving t a garden of life)
dfeminaryof ivifdomj a. radical beginning of aUgoodnefs.



EPIG. 14.

My foul, If Ignorance pafF out this light,
Shg'l do a favour that intends a fpight :
*T feems dark abroad ; but take this light away.
Thy window! will difcovcr break a day.

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Book I. Emllemes. 6i

XV.

REV. 12. ix;

The Devil is come unto you, havhig great
ivratky Iccaufe he knoweth that he hath
hut a Jl'ort time.



Lord ! can*ft thou fee and fcfFer ? is thy hand
Stin bound to th' peace ? Shall earths black Monarch
A tull pc>lTelTi in of thy wafted land ?
O, 'jj ill thy flumb'ring vengeance never wake.
Till full ag d law-refifticg Caftom fhake
The Pillars of thy right by falfe command ?
Unlock thy clouds, great Thund'rer and come do-.7n ;
Behold thofe Temples wear thy facred Grown ;
Redrefs, redrefs our wrongs ; revengc.revenge thy own.



See h©w the boId'Ufurper rrouats the fe4t

Of royal Majefty ; How overftrawing
Perils with Pleafare, pointing ev'ry threat

With bugbear death, by torments over-awing

Thy frighted fubjca ; or by favcurss drawing
Their tempted hearts to his unjuft retreat ;

Lord can'ft thou be fo mila, and he fo bold ?

Or can thy flocks be thriving, when the fold
Is governed by the Fox ? Lord,"can'it thou fee and hold ?

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That fwift-wing'd Advocate, that did commence
Our welcome fuits before the King of Kings,

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That fwectEmbaffador , that hurries hence
What ay res th' harmonious foul or fighs or fings.
See how (he flutters with her idle wings ;

Her wings are dipt, and eyes put out by fenfe;

Senfeconqu'rjjg Faith is now grown blind and cold.
And bafcly craven'd, that in times of old

Did conquer Hcay'n it fplf, do what th' Almighty could.



Behold how double fraud does fcourge and tear

A(lr.tx*s wounded fides, ploughed up, and rent
With knotted cords, whofe fury has no ear ;

See how fhe ftands a prisoner to be fcnt

A Have intoettrinalbanifliment,
1 know not whither, O, I know not where :

Her Patent njuft be canceil'd in difgrace ;

And fweet-lipt Fraud, with her divided face,


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