. Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man . aflailOr prove an arm that will, that muft, done, Tve done; thefe trembl ing hands have thrownTheir daring weapons down : the days thine own ;Forbear to ftrike, where thou haft won the field ^The palm, the palm is thine : I yield, 1 yield*Thefe treachVous hands, that were fo vainly boldTo try a thrivelefs * combat, and to holdSelf-wounding weapons up, are now extendedFor mercy from thy hand; that knee, that bendedUpon her guardleis guard f, doth now repentUpon this naked floor ; fee both are bent
. Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man . aflailOr prove an arm that will, that muft, done, Tve done; thefe trembl ing hands have thrownTheir daring weapons down : the days thine own ;Forbear to ftrike, where thou haft won the field ^The palm, the palm is thine : I yield, 1 yield*Thefe treachVous hands, that were fo vainly boldTo try a thrivelefs * combat, and to holdSelf-wounding weapons up, are now extendedFor mercy from thy hand; that knee, that bendedUpon her guardleis guard f, doth now repentUpon this naked floor ; fee both are bent,And fue for pity : O my ragged woundIs deep and defprate, it is drenchM and drown*4In blood and briny tears : it doth beginTo flink without, and putrify that viftorious hand, that now appearsTuft in my blood, prove gracious to my tears :Thou great preferver of prefumptuous ftiall I do ? What fatisfadion canpoor duft and afhes make ? O if that yet remains unihed, were half as good * Thrivelefs \ i, c. | A term ia fencing. As BM-ZV/e/. ^. Jol). -. Ikat-^ .fin/id. vet mv ^or set me CIS tiMark thv IVrath tv hxtr BooklIII. E M B L E MS. n^ As blood of oxen, if my death might beAn ofFring to atone my God and me, I would difdain injurious life, and ft^nd A fuitor to be wounded from thy hand. But may thy wrongs be meafured by the fpan Of life, or balanced with the blood of man ? No, no, eternal fin expecls for guerdon *, Eternal penance, or eternal pardon : Lay down thy weapons, turn thy wrath away. And pardon him that hath no price to pay ; Enlarge that foul, which bafe prefumption binds ; Thy juftice cannot ioofe what mercy finds; 0 thou that wilt not bruife the broken reed. Rub not my fores, nor prick the wounds that bleed. Lord, if th^l^peevifli infant fights and flies,. With unpared weapons, at his mothers eyes. Her frowns (half mix*d with fmiles) may chance tq! An angry love-tick on his arm, or fo; [^fhew; W
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