. Emblems, divine and moral . ue-bred spark, to lioise his name Upon the waxen wings of fame, Will fight undaunted in a flood Thats raisd with brackish drops and blood. And shall the promisd crown of life Be thought a toy, not worth a strife? And easy good brings easy gains; But things of price are bought with pains. The pleasing way is not the right: He that would conquer Heavn must fight. 120 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. S. HiERox. in labour is hard, no time is lonff, wherein theglory of eternity is the mark we level at. S. Greg. Lib. viii. valour of a just man is, to conquer the flesh,to
. Emblems, divine and moral . ue-bred spark, to lioise his name Upon the waxen wings of fame, Will fight undaunted in a flood Thats raisd with brackish drops and blood. And shall the promisd crown of life Be thought a toy, not worth a strife? And easy good brings easy gains; But things of price are bought with pains. The pleasing way is not the right: He that would conquer Heavn must fight. 120 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. S. HiERox. in labour is hard, no time is lonff, wherein theglory of eternity is the mark we level at. S. Greg. Lib. viii. valour of a just man is, to conquer the flesh,to contradict his own will, to quench the delightsof this present life, to endure and love the mise-ries of this world for the reward of a better, tocontemn the flatteries of prosperity, and inwardlyto overcome the fears of adversity. Erie. 11. 0 Cupid, if thy smoother way were right, 1 should mistrust this crown were counterfeitThe ways not easy where the prize is great:I hope no virtues, where I smell no sweat. BOOK 2. 121 In cruce stat securus amor. GALAT. VI. 14. God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross. Oan nothing settle my uncertain breast,And tix my rambling love ? Can my affections find out nothing best,But still and still remove? Has earth no mercy? Will no ark of restReceive my restless dove? 122 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. Is there no good, than which theres nothing higher, To bless my full desireWith joys that never change; with joys that neer I wanted wealth; and, at my dear request, Earth lent a quick supply;I wanted mirth, to charm my sullen breast; And who more brisk than I ?I wanted fame, to glorify the rest; My fame flew eagle-high;My joy not fully ripe, but all decayd. Wealth vanishd like a shade;My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade. The worlds an ocean, hurried to and fro With evry blast of passion:Her lustful streams, when either ebb or flow. Are tides of mans vexation:They alter daily, and they daily grow The worse by alteration:The earths a cask
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