. Emblemes . Glafle TNay, variifh with the turning of a hand .Were they but painted colours, it might ftandWith painted reafon, that they might devote thee 5But things that have no being, to befot thee ?Forefight of futu re torment is the wayTo baulk thofe ills which prefent joyes bewray ;As thou haft foold thy felfe,fo now come hither,Break that fond glaffe^ind lets be wife together. rJ Bo*ayeN 1(3. BMBLEMES. 17^ contemptu feculi. that men would be wife3Underftand, andforefee : Be wife^ow three thing*: The miilt nude of thcfe that are to be dam*the lew number ofthofe that are to b
. Emblemes . Glafle TNay, variifh with the turning of a hand .Were they but painted colours, it might ftandWith painted reafon, that they might devote thee 5But things that have no being, to befot thee ?Forefight of futu re torment is the wayTo baulk thofe ills which prefent joyes bewray ;As thou haft foold thy felfe,fo now come hither,Break that fond glaffe^ind lets be wife together. rJ Bo*ayeN 1(3. BMBLEMES. 17^ contemptu feculi. that men would be wife3Underftand, andforefee : Be wife^ow three thing*: The miilt nude of thcfe that are to be dam*the lew number ofthofe that are to be javed; and the vani-tranptory things: Vnderfiand three things ; the multitudenes, the omijjion of good thin ? r, and the lojfe of time : Fore*>ree things # the danger of death, the lafi judgement, and faiH$>uni$mttitm Epxg. t£ it foule, no farther yet ? what nevr commenceher in Faith > Still Batchclour of Senfc ?infufficiency ? Or what has made theeflip thy loft degree ? Thy lufts have M&tteg. ^ life hjfent mdi gnrf> c wfjeereswith Sialuncr * ?s:2o - jo. 3ot|. ENiBLEMESy %U XV. PSAL. XXX Xa My life isfyentvitbgriefeiaMmyyeares ftithfigbing. VHat fullen Starre ruld my untimely birth,-That would not lend my dayes one houre of mirdi tw oft have thefebare knees been bent, togainele flender Almes of one poore fmile, in vaine Iw often, tird with the faftidious light,*ve my faint lips implord the fhades of night *w often have my nightly Torments praid: lingring t wilighty glutted With the made Iy3 worfe than nightj night, worfe ths-n day, appearerffeares I fpend my nights j my dayes, in teares :loane, unpittid 5 groane without reliefe3lereis nor end, nor meafure of my griefe 5le fmiling flowf falutes the day ; it growesitouehd with care 5 It neither fpms,Miar fowes |that my tedious life were, like this fiowr,freed from griefe 5 or finifhd with an houfe:iy Was I borne ? Why was I borne a man ?d why propbitiondby fo large a Span ?why fufpended from the common lo
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