. Emblems . eafts obtain ?Beafts bring forth Beafti, the Plant a perfeft Plant;And ev*ry like bring forth her like again :Shall Fowls and Fi{hes» Beafts and Plants conveyLife to their iffue, and Man lefs than they ?Shall thefe get living fouls ? And Mm dead lumps oTday? 7 Muft human fouls be generated then ; My water cbs ; beheld, a Reck is nigh :If Natures work produce the fouls of foul is mortal: All that*s born muft die. What fhaU we then conclude ? What fun-lhine willDifpcrie with gloomy cloud ? Till then, be ftill,My vainly ftriving thoughts j lie down, my puzle^J quill. ISIDOR.
. Emblems . eafts obtain ?Beafts bring forth Beafti, the Plant a perfeft Plant;And ev*ry like bring forth her like again :Shall Fowls and Fi{hes» Beafts and Plants conveyLife to their iffue, and Man lefs than they ?Shall thefe get living fouls ? And Mm dead lumps oTday? 7 Muft human fouls be generated then ; My water cbs ; beheld, a Reck is nigh :If Natures work produce the fouls of foul is mortal: All that*s born muft die. What fhaU we then conclude ? What fun-lhine willDifpcrie with gloomy cloud ? Till then, be ftill,My vainly ftriving thoughts j lie down, my puzle^J quill. ISIDOR. Hieroglyph, IL 319 ISIDOR. Wh) ioft thou wonder, O rmn^At the height of the Stdfs^ Ofthe depth of the SeA? Enter into tfy ov>m fouly ind wonderthere. Thy fcul by mition is infufed, by infuf§M, crested. EPIG. 2. What art thou now the better by this flame ?Thouknowft not how, nor when, nor whence it came :Poor kind of bappincfs, that can returnNo more account but this, to fay, I bum. 33° Hieroglyph. Hisroglyph. IIT. 331 PSALM 103. i^.The wind pajfcth ol^er it, and it is goney NO fooner is this lighted Taper fetUpon the traoficory ftageOf eye-bed arkiog it is ftfaight Tubje^ed to the threatOf envious winds, whofe wailful rageDiftarbs her peaceful lig^t, r (brigKC And makes her rubft;aacc, wait, and majtes her fiames lefs No fooner are we born, no fooner comeTo take poffcflion of this foul affli^ing earth,But danger meets us at the very forrow with her full mouthd blaftSalutes our painful put out all our joys, and puff out all our mirth* Nor infant innocence, nor childilh tears,Nor youthful wit, nor manly politick old age,Nor virgins pleading, nor the widows prayers,Nor lowly cell, nor lofty Prince, nor Peer, nor PageCan fcape this common blaft, or curb her ftormy rage. Td 332. Hieroglyph, lit 4Our life is but a pilgrimage of blaftf;And every blaft brings forth a fear jAnd every fear, a death;The more it lengthen
Size: 1435px × 1741px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bo, bookdecade1690, booksubjectemblems, booksubjectemblemsenglish
