. Emblems, divine and moral . lust ? The true-bred spark, to hoise his name Upon the waxen wings of fame, Will fight undaunted in a flood Thats raisd with brackish drops and blood. And shall the promisd crown of life Be thought a toy, not worth a strife ? And easy good brings easy gains ; But things of price are bought with pains. The pleasing way is not the right: He that would conquer Heayn must fight. 108 EMBLEMS. BOOK ii. S. HiERON. in labour is hard, no time is long, wherein the gloryof eternity is the mark we level at. S. Greg. Lib. viii. valour of a just man is, to conquer
. Emblems, divine and moral . lust ? The true-bred spark, to hoise his name Upon the waxen wings of fame, Will fight undaunted in a flood Thats raisd with brackish drops and blood. And shall the promisd crown of life Be thought a toy, not worth a strife ? And easy good brings easy gains ; But things of price are bought with pains. The pleasing way is not the right: He that would conquer Heayn must fight. 108 EMBLEMS. BOOK ii. S. HiERON. in labour is hard, no time is long, wherein the gloryof eternity is the mark we level at. S. Greg. Lib. viii. valour of a just man is, to conquer the flesh, tocontradict his own will, to quench the delights of thispresent life, to endure and love the miseries of thisworld for the reward of a better, to contemn the flat-teries of prosperity, and inwardly to overcome the fearsof adversity. Epig. 11. 0 Cupid, if thy smoother way were right, 1 should mistrust this crown were counterfeit:The ways not easy where the prize is great: I hope no virtues, where I smell no 109 In cruee slat securus am>ir. GALAT. \^. U. God forbid that I should glory^ save in the en QAX nothing settle my uncertain breast, And fix my rambling love ?Can my affections find out nothing best. But still and still remove ?Has earth no mercy ? Will no ark of rest Receive my restless dove ? 110 EMBLEMS. BOOK n. Is there no good, than which theres nothing higher, To bless my full desireWith joys that never change; with joys that neerexpire 1 I wanted wealth ; and, at my dear request, Earth lent a quick supply ;I wanted mirth, to charm my sullen breast; And who more brisk than I ?I wanted fame, to glorify the rest; My fame flew eagle-high ;My joy not fully ripe, but all decayd. Wealth vanishd like a shade ;My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade. The worlds an ocean, hurried to and fro With evry blast of passion :Her lustful streams, when either ebb or flow, Are tides of mans vexation :They alter daily, and they daily giow The worse by alterat
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