. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . Eafe; Death takes his Light, and leaves the SnuffyAt once his Glories ceafe. When Life begins, Death takes his Aim, And never fails to kill his Game*. Reflexion. Cur youthful Candle gives a vigrous Light, And mines with Luftre, fparkling, gay and bright Pleasd w^behold the Objects it reveals, And evry Senfe its joyful Influence feels. But fhort and flalhing is the Flame it fhews, And pufTd about by evry Wind that blows. Life to a thoufand Dang
. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . Eafe; Death takes his Light, and leaves the SnuffyAt once his Glories ceafe. When Life begins, Death takes his Aim, And never fails to kill his Game*. Reflexion. Cur youthful Candle gives a vigrous Light, And mines with Luftre, fparkling, gay and bright Pleasd w^behold the Objects it reveals, And evry Senfe its joyful Influence feels. But fhort and flalhing is the Flame it fhews, And pufTd about by evry Wind that blows. Life to a thoufand Dangers is exposed, And by ten thoufand Ways from Being loosd. Seeds of Difeafes in the Body lurk, Still growing inward as for Death they wo*k. What Numbers has the deep-mouthd Sea derourd ! What Numbers fall beneath the murdring Sword. What dreadful Havock, by Divine Command, The Plague has made throughout a guilty Land! Nor Sex, nor Age* nor Strength, nor Beauty fpard^ All have alike the wafting Judgment lhard. Death with his Dart Hands ready at the Door, He ftrikes but once, but then his Stroke is fore *68 Hieroglyphicks, Book VLHIEROGLYPHICK Snuff not your Candle down too low,The more its trimmd, the leis twill {hew $So of your Bodies be not nice—You may, you know, be oyer-wife* dBook VT. Moral and Divi n e. i69HIERO GLYPH ICK IV. Nature her own ~Do5lor. TH E Candle too much fnuffd, will lofeMuch of its Light, which weakly grows sEndangerd too by evry Blaft,A Miracle if it mould lait! Thus our dear Bodies we may nurfe,And cook them up to fill a Hcarfe:The Doclor, by his Boles and ,Our Health deilroys, and Nature kHis. R E f l e x 1 o n . What mighty Care, what anxious Pain* we take,That no crofs-Winds our Tabernacle fhake !This crazy Body, how we vamp and mend !What Time to keep it in Repair we fpend !How charily we nurfe the Fondling up, •As if its Welfare was our utmoit Hope !Vet, much deceivd, we take the wrongeft Mean?,And by our over Care defeat our
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