. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . s to die for fear of dying 5Hes umund, thats always that often loves to lackDear-bought drugs, hath found a knackTo foil the man, and feed the quack. O the fad, the frail condition Of the pride of natures glory !How infirm his compofition,And at beft how transitory! Wnen this riot doth impair3s^atures weaknefs, then his careAdds more ruin by repair. 7 Hold thy hand, healths dear perchance may burn the ftronger:Having fubftanceto fuftain her, She untouchd, may laft the longer ;When the artif
. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . s to die for fear of dying 5Hes umund, thats always that often loves to lackDear-bought drugs, hath found a knackTo foil the man, and feed the quack. O the fad, the frail condition Of the pride of natures glory !How infirm his compofition,And at beft how transitory! Wnen this riot doth impair3s^atures weaknefs, then his careAdds more ruin by repair. 7 Hold thy hand, healths dear perchance may burn the ftronger:Having fubftanceto fuftain her, She untouchd, may laft the longer ;When the artift goes about,To redrcfs her flame, I doubt,Oftentimes he fnuffs it out. NICOCLES. Hieroglyph, IV. 331 N 1 C O C L E S. Phyficians of all men are mofl happy ^ what goodfiiccefs fcever they have^ the world proclaiineth 3 aridwhat faults they commit^ the earth cover eth. ^^- EPIG. 4- My purfe being heavy, if my light appearBut dim, quack comes to make all clear 5Duack, leave thy trade 3 thy dealings are not righr^ihou takil our weighty gold to give us light* 33^ Hieroglyph, r Je auocdumte it^un^p Hicroglyi}h, V.^ 333 PS A L M 91. II; And he wiIIgive his angels charge over thee,. 1 OHow mine eyes could pleafe themfelves, and fpendPerpetual ages in this precious fight IHow I could woo eternity, to lend My wdffin^day, an anridote for night !And how my flefh could with my flefh contend,That views this obje61 with no more delight!My work is great, ray taper fpends too faft :Tis all I have, and loon would out or wafte,Did Rot this blclTed fcreen proteit it from this blaft. 2O, I have loft the jewel of my foul,, And I muft find it out, or I muft die :Alas ! my fin~made darknefs doth controulThe bright endeavour of my careful eye:I muft go fearch and ranfack evVy hole 5Kor have I other light to feek it by : O if this light be fpent, my work not done,My labouri^ worfe than loft • my jewels gone, ,And I am quite forlorn, and I am quite undone. !> You blefled angels, you that do enj
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