. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . no hiding Place ;No Place of Safety can be found,Above, within, or under-Ground— No-where, but in his Grace. The Moral. Abfurd and foolifh he will find th* Attempt,Who feeks to be from Heavens Eye exempt,Which fees at once the whole Creation thro,And Hell profound lies open to its then, vain Mortal, wilt thou try to hideThyfelf, or in what fecret Place abide ?Where from his Omniprefence wilt thou fly ?Where is the Place Omnifcience
. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . no hiding Place ;No Place of Safety can be found,Above, within, or under-Ground— No-where, but in his Grace. The Moral. Abfurd and foolifh he will find th* Attempt,Who feeks to be from Heavens Eye exempt,Which fees at once the whole Creation thro,And Hell profound lies open to its then, vain Mortal, wilt thou try to hideThyfelf, or in what fecret Place abide ?Where from his Omniprefence wilt thou fly ?Where is the Place Omnifcience can*t defcry ?Sinners their Crimes in Darknefs may conceal,Juflice at laft will all their Crimes her dark and tragic Schemes may weave,And with fmooth glozing Words a Man deceive ;Not fo is God, who knows our Thoughts afar,Who forjnd the Heart, and fees whatevers then no Place fecures thee from his Eye,Quick from his Jufticc to his Mercy fly. 92 HlEROGLYPHICKS. Book ID &>& & & & & )& £c 5c & && >& £t & & &&&)& & &)& &EMBLEM If God fliould fpare us till we fay,We dont defire another Day,Grim Death but little Work would have,And few Inhabitants the Grave, Bookm. Moral^Divine, 9JEMBLEM XII. Life too much the Objecl of our JDeJiret HO W willing are we here to ftay !How loth to part from hence ! Another, yet another Day Such is the Call of Senfe. But what has this vain World to give, That can our Souls allure ?What are its Bounties we receive ? How long are they fecure ? For Heaven if thou art prepard, Grudge not to leave this Earth $ Nor think it is a Meafure hard ; The Change thy Choice is worth. The Mo r a l. Short is the Space of Life allowd to Man, Its Length is fitly meafurd by a Span. When Life begins, we then begin to die, A few Years labour*d, in the Grave we lie : Yet on this Space, how (hort foeer, depends A long Eternity that never ends. And yet, amazing ftrange ! how little we Regard theprefent Good, or future fee ? How little o
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