. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . gels prayr : EMBLEMS. 75 This, this the day, whose all-discerning lightRansacks the secret dens of severs good from bad ; true joys from false delight. You grovling worldings, you, whose wisdom trades Where light neer shot his golden ray,That hide your actions in Cimmerian shades,Hov/ will your eyes endure this day ? Hills will be deaf, and mountains will not hear ;There be no caves, no corners thereTo shade your souls from fire, to shield your heartsfrom fear. Hugo. O the extreme loathsomen
. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . gels prayr : EMBLEMS. 75 This, this the day, whose all-discerning lightRansacks the secret dens of severs good from bad ; true joys from false delight. You grovling worldings, you, whose wisdom trades Where light neer shot his golden ray,That hide your actions in Cimmerian shades,Hov/ will your eyes endure this day ? Hills will be deaf, and mountains will not hear ;There be no caves, no corners thereTo shade your souls from fire, to shield your heartsfrom fear. Hugo. O the extreme loathsomeness of fleshly lust, whichnot only effeminates the mind, but enervates the body jwhich not only distaineth the soul, but disguiseth theperson! It is ushered with fury and wantonness ; it isaccompanied with hlthiness and uncleanness ; and it isfollowed with grief and repentance. Epig. 9. What sweet-facd Cupid, has thy bastard-treasure,Thy boasted honours, and thy bold-facd pleasurePerplexd thee now ? I told thee long what theyd bring thee, fool, to wit, to woe. 76 EMBLEMS. Emblem lo. Tinnit J inane est. NAHUM II. 10. She is empty^ and void^ and waste. CHE*S empty : hark, she sounds; theres nothing^ there But noise to fill thy ear;Thy vain inquiry can at length but find A blast of murmring wind :It is a cask, that seems as full as fair, But merely tunnd with air :Fond youth, go build thy hopes on better grounds : The soul that vainly foundsHer joys upon this world, but feeds on empty sounds. EMBLEMS. 77 Shes empty: hark, she sounds : theres nothing int; The spark-engendring flintShall sooner melt, and hardest raunce shall first Dissolve, and quench thy thirst,Eer this false world shall still thy stormy breast With smooth-facd calms of mayst as well expect meridian light From shades of black-mouthd night,As in this empty world to find a full delight. Shes empty : hark, she sounds : tis void and vast; What if some flattering blastOf flatuous honour should perchance
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