. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . the paths of peace And wifdom blcfs the fouls unblemifhd ways 52r^o matter then, how (liort or longs the leafe, Whofc date determines thy felt-numberd days:2so need to care for wealtlis or fames increafe,Kor Miirs his palm, nor high Appcllo^ , if thy gracious bounty pleafc to fillThe floor of my defires, and teach me skillTo iVeis ^ chufe the corn, take thoie ;he chaff that will S. AUGUST Book2. Emblems, 91 S. AUGUST, lib. i. dedoa ChriftL 1*emforal thhigi more ravifi in the expeHation thanin fruition: but
. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . the paths of peace And wifdom blcfs the fouls unblemifhd ways 52r^o matter then, how (liort or longs the leafe, Whofc date determines thy felt-numberd days:2so need to care for wealtlis or fames increafe,Kor Miirs his palm, nor high Appcllo^ , if thy gracious bounty pleafc to fillThe floor of my defires, and teach me skillTo iVeis ^ chufe the corn, take thoie ;he chaff that will S. AUGUST Book2. Emblems, 91 S. AUGUST, lib. i. dedoa ChriftL 1*emforal thhigi more ravifi in the expeHation thanin fruition: but tbiiigs eternal more i72 the fruit ion thawexpeElation. Ibidem. ^he life of man is the middle hcfween angels andheajls: if man takes pleafure in carnal things^ he iscorapared to beafts: but if he delight rnfpiritlial things^Joe IS fuited with angels* EPIG. ro. Art thou a child ? Thou wilt not then be fedBut like a child, and with the childrens bread ^But thou art fed with chafF, or corn undreft:My foul, thou favourft too much of the beaft, E ^, 92 Efnblems, viir. Book ^z:^^ anunantjHi£rad afrn/rtt/a,at tucLrtrjy-t Book 2. Emblems. 93 VIL PHILIPPIANS 3. 19. They mind earthly things^ but our ccnverfa^tion is in heaven, Venus. tDwine Cufid, Ten. XX/Hat means this peeviHi babe? Whifh, lullaby,VV What ails my babe, what ails my babe to cry ?Will nothing ftill it ? Will it neither bePleasd with the nurfes breaft, nor mother»knee ?What ails my bird ? What moves my froward boyTo make fuch whimpring faces ? Peace, my joy :Will nothing do? Come, come this peevifli brat,Thus cry and braul, and cannot tell for what ?Come bufs and friends^ my lamb 5 whifli, lullaby,What ails my babe, what ails my babe to cry ?Peace, peace, my dear 5 alas ! thy early yearsHad never faults to merit half thefe tears 5Come fmile upon me: let thy mother fpieThy fathers image in her babys eye :Husband thefc guilty drops againil the rageOf harder fortunes, and the gripes of age ^Thine eyes not ripe tor tears
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