. Emblems . they but painted colours, it might ftandWith painted reafon that they might devote thee jBut things that have no being tobefot thee fForefight of future torments is the wayTo baulk thofe ills which prefent joys thou haft foold thy felf, fo now come that fond glafi, and lets be wife together. S. BONA. Book 3. Emllemes. 183 $. B O N A V E N T. de contemptu feculi. O ihxx nun would be rvife^ unJerftandy and fore fee. Be wife,to know three things: The multitude of thofe that are to btdamned: the few number of tbofe that are to befived; andthe vanity of tranfitorj
. Emblems . they but painted colours, it might ftandWith painted reafon that they might devote thee jBut things that have no being tobefot thee fForefight of future torments is the wayTo baulk thofe ills which prefent joys thou haft foold thy felf, fo now come that fond glafi, and lets be wife together. S. BONA. Book 3. Emllemes. 183 $. B O N A V E N T. de contemptu feculi. O ihxx nun would be rvife^ unJerftandy and fore fee. Be wife,to know three things: The multitude of thofe that are to btdamned: the few number of tbofe that are to befived; andthe vanity of tranfitorj tbinp : Vnderfiand three things, themultitude of fins, the omiffion of good things^ and the hfsof time ; Forepe three things^ the danger of deatk^ the lafijudgment, and eternal punijhmtnt* fiPIG. , Soul, no further yet ? what nevr commenceMatter in Faith ? Still batchelour of Senfe ?Ist infufficiency ? Or what has made theeOrcQip thy loft degree ? thy lufti have ftaid thee. 184 Ewllemes* Book 3* ^My kfc i^ If^-t^ Tvitk^jrdf and Book 3. Emllemes. 18j XV. PSALM. 30. 10- My life is fpenf with griefs and my years with^fighing. WHitfaflea Star ruld ray untimely would not lend my days one hour of Mirth ?Ho* oft have tbcfe bare kaecs been beat to galaThe flendcralffls of one poor fmik, in vain ?H3WofccD, cixU with the faftidioas my faint lips:imptord the (hadesof night ?How often have my nightly torments praydFor iingring twilight, glutted with the fliade ?Day worfe then night, night worfe then day appcarf,In tears I fpend my nights, my days in tears:I moan unpitid, groan without relief,There is co end nor meafure of my fmiling flowr falutes the day ; it growsllRtouchd with care ; it neither fpics nor fows IO that rav tedious life were like this freed from grief, or finiihd with an hour :Why was I born ? Why was I born a man i*And why proportioad by fo large a fpan ?Or why fufpended by the common being born to die, whydieln
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