. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . n thou haft puft the greater lightThy lefler fpark may fbine, and warm the ncw-madc (night. Deluded mortals, tell me whenYour daring breath has blownFeavns taper out, and you have fpent your hre fhall warm you then ?Ah fools, perpetual nightShall haunt your fouls with Srrgia?i fright,Where they Ihall boil in flames, but flames Aiail bring nc (light 5. AUGUST Book 2. Emblems. 67 S. A U G U S T. ^^sfii^ciency of my merit is to hww thcfrt rry 7neritts not fufficient. ^ S. GREG. fJ^rTTr! ^r. ^^ ^^^^f^et
. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . n thou haft puft the greater lightThy lefler fpark may fbine, and warm the ncw-madc (night. Deluded mortals, tell me whenYour daring breath has blownFeavns taper out, and you have fpent your hre fhall warm you then ?Ah fools, perpetual nightShall haunt your fouls with Srrgia?i fright,Where they Ihall boil in flames, but flames Aiail bring nc (light 5. AUGUST Book 2. Emblems. 67 S. A U G U S T. ^^sfii^ciency of my merit is to hww thcfrt rry 7neritts not fufficient. ^ S. GREG. fJ^rTTr! ^r. ^^ ^^^^f^eth bimfelf by fo muchthe Icfs bedifpleafstb himfelfy and by how much the^ of grace, by fo much the more*« difdaineth the light of nature, S. GREG. Mor. The light of the underflanding, humility ^ride covercth* ^y^^^t-s rru t EPIG. r. Thou blowft heavens fire, the whilft rhou «oft abourRebellious fool, in vain to blow it out, ^ Thy folly adds confufion to thy death •Heav ns fire confounds, when fannd withfolJio* breath. 68 Book 2. Gi)cacc toHiin cxruat orpcw5 ^8 Book 2. Emblems, 69^ CLES. 4. 8. There is no end of all his labour^ neither is his-eye J at is fie d with riches, OHow our widened arms can over-ftretchTheir own dimenfions ! How our hands can reachBeyond their diftance ! How our yielding breaftCan flirink to be more full and full poflettOf this inferiour orb ! How earth refindCan cling to forbit earth ! How kind to kind !We gape, we grafp, we gripe, add ftore to ftore 5Enough requires too much ^ too much craves charge our fouls fo fore beyond their ftint,That we recoil or burft : the bufy mintOf our laborious thoughts is ever going,And coining new defires 3 defires not knowingWhere next to pitch, but like the boundlefs oceanGain, and gain ground, and grow more ftrong by pale-facd Lady of the black eyd nightFirft tips her horned brows with eafie light,Whofe curious train of fpangled Nymphs attireHer nex
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