. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . o Sorrow, Sin and Pain ?How long to Senfe and PafTions joind,! And ail I Tee-be vain ? O give me Wings to foar above ; To Heavn Id take my Flight?Had I the Pinionsof a Dove, Id foon be out of Sight. How would I fpurn this Ball of Clay ! Its Dainties how delpife !To Realms of Joy Id foar away,, To Blifs above the Skies. The M o r a. l. Come fpread , my Soul, and take a Flight;Leave this dark Earth, and fpring away to Light,Nothing is h
. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . o Sorrow, Sin and Pain ?How long to Senfe and PafTions joind,! And ail I Tee-be vain ? O give me Wings to foar above ; To Heavn Id take my Flight?Had I the Pinionsof a Dove, Id foon be out of Sight. How would I fpurn this Ball of Clay ! Its Dainties how delpife !To Realms of Joy Id foar away,, To Blifs above the Skies. The M o r a. l. Come fpread , my Soul, and take a Flight;Leave this dark Earth, and fpring away to Light,Nothing is here, but whats for thee too low,Nothing is here but Mifery and then thy Thoughts to Contemplations high,Thy chief Concerns are lodgd above the God, attended with a mining BandOf mighty Angels, waiting his theres thy Saviour, of his Throne poffdVdj «And there alones thy everlafling Reft. i54 Hieroglyphicxs, Book V* •$• •$• ♦$• •§* •£• •§• ♦§• •§♦•$•§■ •&♦ •$♦ !$• •$••§••§••§• •& ^ •$-•$• •§••$• •$,« M The Soul, tranfported, views her Home,The Heaven, where me hopes to come 5In Contemplation fhe is loft,Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. gp©k V. Moral and Divine. 15^EMBLEM XIV. .The Glory of WOULD Heaven open to our View,And all its glorious Wonders mew ,Our feeble Frame could not fupportTh Effulgence of that radiant Court. If our weak Eyes fcarce bear the Sun,Intenfely fhining at his Noon,How the prodigious Blaze fuftain,That almoft gives an Angel Pain ? No Sun, nor Moon, nor twinkling Star—.]No need—for God Himfelf is there ;Whofe Light immenfe diffufed round,Reaches Creations utmoft Bound. Sorrow and Death are Strangers there;Alls ravifhing to Eye and Ear ;Harmonious Songs their Tongues employ,And Love and Union crown their Joy. The Mora l. How faint and languid our Ideas rife, When we contemplate Things above the Skies! Heavn i
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