. Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man . anHold, hold, O hold thy conquringhand. What needTo fend more darts ? the firft has done the deed :Oft have we ftruggled, when our equal armsShot equal {hafts, infli£led equal harms ;But this exceeds, and, with her flaming head,Twy-forkd with death, has ftruck my muft I die ? ah me I if that were , then Id ftroke my bleeding wounds, and callThis dart a cordial, and with joy endureThefe harlh ingredients, where my griefs my fomething whifpcrs in my dying is an Aft
. Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man . anHold, hold, O hold thy conquringhand. What needTo fend more darts ? the firft has done the deed :Oft have we ftruggled, when our equal armsShot equal {hafts, infli£led equal harms ;But this exceeds, and, with her flaming head,Twy-forkd with death, has ftruck my muft I die ? ah me I if that were , then Id ftroke my bleeding wounds, and callThis dart a cordial, and with joy endureThefe harlh ingredients, where my griefs my fomething whifpcrs in my dying is an After-day; which day 1 fear. The fl«nder debt to natures quickly paid,Difcharged perchance with greater eafe than made jBut if that pale-faced ferjeant make arrefl:.Ten thoufand a£lions would (whereof the leaftIs more than all this lower world can bail)Be enterd, and condemn me to the jailOf Stygian darknefs, bound in red-hot chains,And griped with tortures worfe than Titian my vain, farewel my loofe delights;Farewel my rambling days, my revling nights; Twas BH-^m/./j. Toft Tulncra DsemoiL. Book II. EMBLEMS. 93 Twas you betray*(d me firft ; and when ye foundMy foul at Vantage, gave my foul the wound*:Farewel my bullion • gods, whofe fovreign lookaSo often catchM me with their golden hooks:Go feek another flav^e ; ye all muft go ;I cannot ferve my God and bullion falfe honor; ycu v/hofeairy wingsDid mount my foul above the thrones of kings ;Then flatterd me, took pet, and, in difdain,Nipt my green buds ; then kickd me down again :Farewel my bow ; farewel my Cyprian quiver 5Farewel dear world, farewel dear world for , but this moft delicious world, how fweetHer pleafures relifh ! Ah ! how jump f they meetThe grafping foul, and, with their fprightly and raife, and roufe the wrapt defire !For ever f O, to part fo long ! what, neverMeet more ? another year, and then for ever :Too quick refolves do refolution wrong ;What, part fo foon, to
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