. Emblems divine and moral . e opening of the ninth emblem of his third book, • Is not this type well cut, in every part Full of rich cunning ; filld with Zeuxian art? With this hope closes this appeal to the it here superfluous to expatiate on the in^trinsic worthiness of the work,—acknowledged byone of our ablest divines to have been of muchspiritual use to him at an early period of life, vm ADVERTISEMENT. and which he to the last considered as a very in-genious and valuable treasure of Christian experi-ence,—it is therefore presumed that, consideredwith reference either to the
. Emblems divine and moral . e opening of the ninth emblem of his third book, • Is not this type well cut, in every part Full of rich cunning ; filld with Zeuxian art? With this hope closes this appeal to the it here superfluous to expatiate on the in^trinsic worthiness of the work,—acknowledged byone of our ablest divines to have been of muchspiritual use to him at an early period of life, vm ADVERTISEMENT. and which he to the last considered as a very in-genious and valuable treasure of Christian experi-ence,—it is therefore presumed that, consideredwith reference either to the excellence of its typo-graphy, or the elegance of its embellishments, itwill be fairly deserving of the circulation and pa-tronage it now solicits. There seems no occasionto fear that the rage for romances, novels andplays, notwithstanding its prevalency, has en-tirely extinguished all taste for such productions asthese now presented to the town. Modem tasteis favourable to the revival of good authors. BOOK THE Hum CcBlum cupicio Solum INVOCATION. Rouse thee, my soul; and drain thee from the dregsOf vulgar thoughts ; screw up the heightend pegsOf thy sublime Theorbo four notes highr,And highr yet, that so the shrill-mouthd quire 10 THE INVOCATION. BOOK 1. Of swift-wingd seraphims may come and join,And make the concert more than half no muse; let Heavn be thine Apollo ;And let his sacred influences hallowThy high-bred strains. Let liis full beams inspireThy ravishd brains with more heroic fire :Snatch thee a quill from the spread eagles wing,And, like the morning lark, mount up and sing:Cast off these dangling plummets, that so clogThy labring heart, which gropes in this dark fogOf dungeon earth; let flesh and blood forbearTo stop thy flight, till this base world appearA thin blue landscape : let thy pinions soarSo high a pitch, that men may seem no moreThan pismires, crawling on the mole-hill earth,Thine ear untroubled with their franti
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