. Emblems divine and moral ; together with Hieroglyphics of the life of man . but paint:d colours, it might llandWith painted reafon that they might devote th-rc;But things that ha\e no being to oefot thee !Forefight of future torments is the wayTo balk th(.fe ills which prefent jovs thou hall foold thyfelf, lb now come hitiier,Break that fond glafs, and lets be wife together. S. BONA. 144 EMBLEMS. BooKiri. S.:BONAVENT. de Contemptu Sxculi. O that men would he wlfe^ and underjland^ and fore-fee! Be wife, to know three things: the multitude ofthole that are to be damned \ the few numb
. Emblems divine and moral ; together with Hieroglyphics of the life of man . but paint:d colours, it might llandWith painted reafon that they might devote th-rc;But things that ha\e no being to oefot thee !Forefight of future torments is the wayTo balk th(.fe ills which prefent jovs thou hall foold thyfelf, lb now come hitiier,Break that fond glafs, and lets be wife together. S. BONA. 144 EMBLEMS. BooKiri. S.:BONAVENT. de Contemptu Sxculi. O that men would he wlfe^ and underjland^ and fore-fee! Be wife, to know three things: the multitude ofthole that are to be damned \ the few number of thofe thatare to be faved; and the vanity of tranfitory things : un^ *derfiand three things ; the multitude of fins, the QmiJJion »of good things, and the lofs of time: forefe three things ;the danger of death, the lajl judgment, and eternal ptt*nijhment. EPIG. 14. What, foul, no further ytt \ what, neer commenceMafier in faith ? ftill bachelor of fenfe ? Ist infufficiency ? or what has made theeQerflip ihy ioit degree ? Thy lufls have ftaid thee.^. :i P S A I. M A. 3. io Book III. EMBLEMS. ^^^ XV. Psalm xxx. io. My life h Spent with grief ^nd my years with fighlng. •^HAT fullen ftar ruled my untimely birth, 1 hat would not IcRd my days one hour of mirth:?How oft have thefe bare knees been bent to gaini^^ /lender alms of one poor fmile, in vain IHow often, tirexl with the faftidious lioht, ^^s^ niy faint lips implored the fhad^ of ni^ht rHow often have my nightly torments prayd >or ling nng twilight, glutted with the fhade f -JJay worfe than night, night worfethan day appears •In fears I fpend my nights, my days in tears:1 moan unpityd, groan without relief;1 here is no end nor meafure of my sriefThe fmiling flowx falutes the day; ft .rowsT^ntouchd wi^th care, it neither fpins n1)r fows -O that my tedious W^^ were like this flowrOr freed from grief, or finiflid with an hour VWhy was I born ? why was I born a man ? And why proportiond by fo large a fpan ?*O
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