. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . h !He feems as if he would be gone,And leave her to herfelf alone jAnd yet he feems as loth. She, grievd He mould fo foon depart,Begs Hed be fwifter than the Hart, fn his Return to her ;For mould he make a long Delay,Her Soul would faint and die away, To her he was fo dear* The fondly the awakend Chriftian loves,So dearly priz^f, and fo much approvesThe fvveet Delights his. Saviours Prefence gives,The fecret Pleafures he therein rece
. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . h !He feems as if he would be gone,And leave her to herfelf alone jAnd yet he feems as loth. She, grievd He mould fo foon depart,Begs Hed be fwifter than the Hart, fn his Return to her ;For mould he make a long Delay,Her Soul would faint and die away, To her he was fo dear* The fondly the awakend Chriftian loves,So dearly priz^f, and fo much approvesThe fvveet Delights his. Saviours Prefence gives,The fecret Pleafures he therein receives,That the leaft Abfence of his Favour takesPeace from his Mind, and all his Thoughts diftrafls,With Prayrs and Tears he begs his quick Return^Bewails himfelf as wretched and forlorn*O hafte, he cries, my dear Redeemer, hafte !How many difmal Moments muft I wafte,Eer thou thy Comforts to my Soul renew?Eer I again thy lovely Face (hall view ?Hafte, my Beloved, to my longing Arms,Reveal again thy Graces and thy let thy Light difpel this difmal Gloom;Hafte, my Beloved 1 to thy Servant come. 158 . Hiero|gi,y^hici£s, BookVl-EMBE E M- The Victory is never won,Nor canft thou wear the glorious CrownjTill thou had fought the Battle throughWith Sin, and Death, *&& mry Foe • Book V. Moral ^Divine, 159&%%%*****#**%***:$%%%*%$%%%% EMBLEM XVI. ^he Refolute Chriftian. MANY the Trials and fevereA Chriftian undergoes ;Heavy the Burdens he muft bear,His Portion Sighs and Woes. Malice her deadly Venom throws, To poifon his good NaraejEnvy his Virtues not allows, Nor their acquired Fame. His honeft Principles profefsd, His free and open Soul,Of jibing Knaves are made the Jeft, And Subjects of their Droll. He fears a great tremendous God , Religion is his Rule ;For this hes fcourgd with Slanders Rodjj And banterd for a Fool. Reproach is heapd upon Reproach, And new invented Lies;All that malicious Tongues can broach,. His Name to ftigmatize. All this he feels, or may expect, Wh
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