. Emblems, divine and moral . th, and blow,Blow wind made strong with spite;When thou hast puffd the greater lightThy lesser spark may shine, and warm the new-madenight. Deluded mortals, tell me, whenYour daring breath has blownHeavVs taper out, and you have spent your own,What fire shall warm ye then ?Ah, fools! perpetual nightShall haunt your souls with Stygian fright,Where they shall boil in flames, but flames shallbring no light. S. sufficiency of my merit is to know that mymerit is not sufficient. 66 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. S. Greg. Mor. xxv. By how much the less man seeth himself, b
. Emblems, divine and moral . th, and blow,Blow wind made strong with spite;When thou hast puffd the greater lightThy lesser spark may shine, and warm the new-madenight. Deluded mortals, tell me, whenYour daring breath has blownHeavVs taper out, and you have spent your own,What fire shall warm ye then ?Ah, fools! perpetual nightShall haunt your souls with Stygian fright,Where they shall boil in flames, but flames shallbring no light. S. sufficiency of my merit is to know that mymerit is not sufficient. 66 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. S. Greg. Mor. xxv. By how much the less man seeth himself, by so much the less he displeaseth himself; and by how much the more he seeth the light of grace, by so much the more he disdaineth the light of Nature. S. Greg. Mor. The light of the understanding humility kin-dleth and pride covereth. Epig. 1. Thou blowst HeavVs fire, the whilst thou gost about,Rebellious fool, in vain, to blow it out:Thy folly adds confusion to thy dealh ;HeavVs fire confounds when fannd with Follys totimi expleat OrLeni_. Afrr cease Jus fares, till t/ns fair Tlr?/(lv vast Ats rnu/.t/ir ein/tr Grasp, be, found. BOOK II.—EMBLEM II. Eccles. IV. 8. There is no end of all his labour; neither is hiseye satisfied with riches. O how our widend arms can overstretchTheir own dimensions! How our hands can reachBeyond their distance! How our yielding breastCan shrink to be more full, and full posses!Of this inferior orb! How earth refindCan cling to sordid earth! How kind to kind!We gape, we grasp, we gripe, add store to store;Enough requires too much; too much craves charge our souls so sore beyond our stint,That we recoil or burst: the busy mintOf our laborious thoughts is ever going,And coining new desires; desires not knowingWhere next to pitch; but, like the boundless ocean,Gain, and gain ground, and grow more strong bymotion. K 68 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. The pale-facd lady of the black-eyd nightFirst tips her horned brows with easy
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