. Emblems, divine and moral . this world find rest. True rest consists not in the oft revying Of worldly dross ;Earths miry purchase is not worth the buying ; Her gain is loss ;Her rest but giddy toil, if not relying Upon her worldlings droil for trouble I that fond breast That is possessdOf earth without a cross, has earth without a rest. 28 EMBLEMS. BOOK i. Cass, in Ps,The cross is the invincible sanctuary of the humble,the dejection of the proud, the victory of Christ, thedestruction of the devil, the confirmation of the faith-ful, the death of the unbeliever, the life of the just
. Emblems, divine and moral . this world find rest. True rest consists not in the oft revying Of worldly dross ;Earths miry purchase is not worth the buying ; Her gain is loss ;Her rest but giddy toil, if not relying Upon her worldlings droil for trouble I that fond breast That is possessdOf earth without a cross, has earth without a rest. 28 EMBLEMS. BOOK i. Cass, in Ps,The cross is the invincible sanctuary of the humble,the dejection of the proud, the victory of Christ, thedestruction of the devil, the confirmation of the faith-ful, the death of the unbeliever, the life of the just. cross of Christ is the key of paradise ; the weakmans staiF ; the converts convoy ; the upright mansperfection ; the soul and bodys health ; the preventionof all evil, and the procurer of all good. Epig. , whose w^himpring folly holds the lossesOf honour, pleasure, health, and wealth such crosses,Look here, and tell me what your arms engross,When the best end of what he hugs s a cross 1 EMBLEM8. 29. LaUi t i4>a ducix. 1 PETER V. 8. Be soberf be vigilant; becausej/our adversary the devil,as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom hemay devour. ■yYHY dost thou suffer lustful sloth to creep,Dull Cyprian lad, into thy wanton brows ;Is this a time to pay thine idle vowsAt Morpheus shrine ? Is this a time to steep 30 EMBLEMS. BOOK i. Thy brains in wasteful slumbers ? up, and rouseThy leaden spirit: Is this a time to sleep ? Adjourn thy sanguine dreams, awake, arise,Call in thy thoughts; and let them all advise,Hadst thou as many heads as thou hast wounded eyes. Look, look, what horrid furies do await Thy flattring slumbers! If thy drowsy headBut chance to nod, thou fallst into a bed Of sulphrous flames, whose torments want a boy, be wise, let not thy thoughts be fed With Phrygian wisdom ; fools are wise too late :Beware betimes, and let thy reason severThose gates which passion closd; wake now ornever; For if thou nodst thou fallst; and,
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