. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . , always to die for fear of dying ; He^s untund that^s always that often loves to lackDear-bought drugs, hath found a knackTo foil the man, and feed the the sad, the frail condition Of the pride of natures glory!How infirm his composition,And, at best, how transitory IWhen this riot doth impairNatures weakness, then his careAdds more ruin by repair. 404 HIEROGLYPHICS OF Hold thy hand, healths dear maintainer, Life, perchance, may burn the strongerHaving substance to sustai
. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . , always to die for fear of dying ; He^s untund that^s always that often loves to lackDear-bought drugs, hath found a knackTo foil the man, and feed the the sad, the frail condition Of the pride of natures glory!How infirm his composition,And, at best, how transitory IWhen this riot doth impairNatures weakness, then his careAdds more ruin by repair. 404 HIEROGLYPHICS OF Hold thy hand, healths dear maintainer, Life, perchance, may burn the strongerHaving substance to sustain her. She, untouchd, may last the longer;When the artist goes aboutTo redress her flame, I doubt,Oftentimes he snuffs it out. NiCOCLES. Physicians, of all men, are most happy : what goodsuccess soever they have, the world proclaimeth ; andwhat faults they commit, the earth covereth. Epig. 4. My purse being heavy, if my light appearBut dim, quack comes to make all clear ;Quack, leave thy trade ; thy dealings are not right,Thou takst our weighty gold to give us light. THE LIFE OF :MAX. 405. Te auxUiante^ resurgo. The winds with all their breath may blow, in by thy help I am revivd again. PSALM XCI. II. And he will give his angels charge over thee. r\ HOW mine eyes could please themselves, and^^ spend Perpetual ages in this precious sight!How I could woo eternity, to lend My wasting day, an antidote for night!And how my flesh could with my flesh contend. That views this object with no more delight! 4o6 HIEROGLYPHICS OF My work is great, my taper spends too fast:Tis all I have, and soon would out or waste,Did not this blessed screen protect it from this blast. O, I have lost the jewel of my soul. And I must find it out, or I must die :Alas ! my sin-made darkness doth control The bright endeavour of my careful eye :I must go search and ransack evVy hole;Nor have I other light to seek it by: O if this light be spent, my work not done,My labour s worse than lost; my jewel s
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