. Emblems divine and moral . ll of rich cunning ? fiUd with Zeuxian art ? Are not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds, Limnd full to th life ? Didst ever hear the sounds, The music, and the lip-divided breaths. Of the strong-winded horn, recheats,* and deaths, Done more exact ? th* infernal Nimrods halloo ? The lawless purlieus ?f and the game they follow ? The hidden engines ? and the snares that lie So undiscovered, so obscure to th eye ? The new-drawn net, and her entagled prey ? And him that closes it ? Beholder, say, Is *t not well done ? seems not an emlous strife Betwixt the rare cut
. Emblems divine and moral . ll of rich cunning ? fiUd with Zeuxian art ? Are not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds, Limnd full to th life ? Didst ever hear the sounds, The music, and the lip-divided breaths. Of the strong-winded horn, recheats,* and deaths, Done more exact ? th* infernal Nimrods halloo ? The lawless purlieus ?f and the game they follow ? The hidden engines ? and the snares that lie So undiscovered, so obscure to th eye ? The new-drawn net, and her entagled prey ? And him that closes it ? Beholder, say, Is *t not well done ? seems not an emlous strife Betwixt the rare cut picture and the life ? These perlieu men are devils; and the hounds (Those quick-nosd cannibals that scour the grounds) Temptations; and the game these fiends pursue Are human souls, which still they have in view; Whose fury if they chance to scape by flying, The skilful hunter plants his net, close lying Recheats, (a hunting term,; when the horn blows to a retreatfrom a false scent. t Pur/ierw, forbidden ground. B O O K BOOK III. EMBLEMS. O On th unsuspected earth, baited with treasure,Ambitious honour, and self-wasting pleasure;Where, if the soul but stoop, Death stands prepardTo draw the net, and, drawn, the souls soul! how art thou hurried to and fro !Where canst thou safely stay? where safely go?If stay; these hot-mouthd hounds are apt to tear thee :If go : the snares enclose, the nets insnare thee :What good in this bad world has powr t* invite theeA willing guest ? wherein can earth delight thee ?Her pleasures are but itch ; her wealth but cares ;A world of dangers, and a world of snares:The close pursuers busy hands do plantSnares in thy substance ; snares attend thy want:Snares in thy credit; snares in thy disgrace ;Snares in thy high estate; snares in thy base ;Snares tuck thy bed ; and snares surround thy board;Snares watch thy thoughts; and snares attach thy word;Snares in thy quiet; snares in thy commotion ;Snares in thy diet; snares in
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