. Emblems divine and moral . 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 ? An easy good brings easy gains; But things of price are bought with pains. The pleasing way is not the right: He that would conquer Heavn must fight. • Hoise, to hoist, or raise up. 88 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. S. Hieron in Ep. No labour is hard, no time is long, wherein the gloryof eternity is the mark we level at. St. Greg, Lib. viii. Mor. The valour of a just man is, to conquer the flesh,to contrad
. Emblems divine and moral . 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 ? An easy good brings easy gains; But things of price are bought with pains. The pleasing way is not the right: He that would conquer Heavn must fight. • Hoise, to hoist, or raise up. 88 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. S. Hieron in Ep. No labour is hard, no time is long, wherein the gloryof eternity is the mark we level at. St. Greg, Lib. viii. Mor. The valour of a just man is, to conquer the flesh,to contradict his own will, to quench the delightsof this present life, to endure and love the miseriesof this world for the reward of a better, to contemnthe flatteries of prosperity, and inwardly to overcomethe fears of adversity. Epig. 11. 0 Cupid, if thy smoother way v/ere right, 1 should mistrust this crown were counterfeitThe way s not easy where the prize is greatI hope no virtues, where I smell no sweat. I #- B O O K T. A^^K. Tn Cruce It at tecurus Amor. BOOK II.—EMBLEM XII Galat. vi. forbid that I should glory, save in the cross. Can 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 ?Is there no good, than which there s nothing higher, To bless my full desireWith joys that never change; with joys that neerexpire ? 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. 90 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. The worlds a 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 grow The
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