. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . efs ? But the it Is the blefid Abode,Slowly we move along the Road ;A Snail, or the dull heavy AfsOutilrip us in their quicker Pace. The World below, which we muft which no Good we can receive,With eager Speed we foliov/ we ihould One Pleafure lofe. Lo:iD, when my A(s fhall move too me a Spur to make her go ;And if my Stag {hould run too me a Curb to ilep his Harte. The Mo R A L. Two difFVent Worlds are offerd to our Choice,And one, or tother, illll our M
. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . efs ? But the it Is the blefid Abode,Slowly we move along the Road ;A Snail, or the dull heavy AfsOutilrip us in their quicker Pace. The World below, which we muft which no Good we can receive,With eager Speed we foliov/ we ihould One Pleafure lofe. Lo:iD, when my A(s fhall move too me a Spur to make her go ;And if my Stag {hould run too me a Curb to ilep his Harte. The Mo R A L. Two difFVent Worlds are offerd to our Choice,And one, or tother, illll our Mind tho immortal joys are placd Above,And Ihould engage our Vigilance and Love.;Slow and unadtive is our warmefl Zeal,Lifelefs and languid are the Hopes we feel -;But when to Earths vain Pomp we turn our Eyes,Its tinfel Gewgaws and delufive Joys.,How eagerly we grafp the glittring Cheat,Embrace a Cloud, and hug the fair Deceit ?How blind is Rcafon when our Pafilons rule ?-How llron^Iy Senfe prevails againfl the Soul? t3<5 ] VVV*-/VVV^.VV* V* ••/••sVVV* EMBLEM With God withdraws his cheariiig Light,The Soul is funk in difmal Night;But his Return the Cloud , and Love, and Grace reveals. [ 37 1EMBLEM XIIL Tht; Mourning Chrijttan, WHEN Doubts and Fears poflefs the SocT,And darkning Clouds around it God withdraws his Light;How melancholy is her State ?What Horrors do her Fears create !How difmal is her Night 1 Retired from the World fhe mourns;Her {lender Taper weakly burns: All other Light is gone ;Patience a-while, and thou fnalt findComfort to thy afHidled Mind ; The Day will break anon. The Moral. Dark is the Soul, and difmal is her Night,When God withdraws his comfortable Light,How oft to Heavn fhe lifts her mournful Eyes!How is (he poured forth in broken Sighs!Broke is her Peace, and Confcience is by tormenting Doubts the Mind is vcx* of his Wrath for unrepented Sins,Or the dire Dread of fome renewd
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