. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . a Hearfe;The Doaor, by his Boles and Pills,Our Health deftroys, and Nature kills. Reflexion. What mighty Care, what anxious Pairs we take. That no crcfs Winds cur Tabernacle fnake 1 This crazy Body, how we vamp and mend ! What Time to keep it in Repair we fpend I Hew charily we nurfe the Fondling up. As if its Welfare was our utmoft Jiope ! Vet, much deceivd, we take the wrongefl Means, And by our over Care defeat our Ends, The Candle too much will dimly burn, too much Phyfick to Difeaf
. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . a Hearfe;The Doaor, by his Boles and Pills,Our Health deftroys, and Nature kills. Reflexion. What mighty Care, what anxious Pairs we take. That no crcfs Winds cur Tabernacle fnake 1 This crazy Body, how we vamp and mend ! What Time to keep it in Repair we fpend I Hew charily we nurfe the Fondling up. As if its Welfare was our utmoft Jiope ! Vet, much deceivd, we take the wrongefl Means, And by our over Care defeat our Ends, The Candle too much will dimly burn, too much Phyfick to Difeafes turn. Luxurious Diet will diftempcrs breed. Inflame the Blood, and Death untiniely {^tQ^, What Numbers by the learned Doiftcr die r The Pill and Bolus tell the Reafon why. The Air, the Earth, and Sea are fearched thro* For cofty Drugs, when fimple Things would do. Nature is plain, and modeft are her Calls, When over-chargd, her fickning Stomach palls; Give her but Scope, and Health renewd fhall feel, And render ufelefs all the Dodors Skill. [ 170 ] (XXXXXXXXXXXXX^XXXXXXHIEROGL YPHICK V,. Let Boreas blow, the Tapers can be puffd by any Wind;Thus the good Man need never fear,Since he is Hill in Angels Care. [ 171 ]HIEROGL YPHICK V. Angeh our Guard. IF Guardian Angels will befriend,And Lifes weak Taper fafe defendFrom the tempefluous Blall,If I am Providences Care,No threatning Dangers wiJl I fuch a Fneud em braed. Blefs God, my Soul, with Heart and Tongue,Who has prefervd my Life fo long, And let me here remain ;Long, ]ong eer this, my bufy HeadMight have been numberd with the Dead, And thou in endlefs Pain. Reflexion. When a poor pious Chriilian is dillrefsd,Malignd infulted, injurd, and opprefsd ;When wicked Men with Devils are in a dire Confederacy joindTo work his Ruin, with malicious Spite,And leave no means un:ryd, by Day or Night,At all their Rage contemptuoufly he their Gins, and tramples on their WileiOf Gods Protection h
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