. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . ke ?bhall a poor Worm, that crawli and dies,Againft his Great Cjcator riie ? Lower, vain Man, ihy haughty Crefl:liumility l) thee beft ;Rebellious Weapons throw awsy ;Fall on thy Knees and Pardon pray. No longer in thy Strength confide ;Who can his dreadful WVath abide ?Fall at his Feet, his IVIercy crave,Nor more Almighty Vengeance br:ive. The Moral. See here, and weep degenrate Nature tracdFrom the firil Sin, by v/hich it was to Rebellion, into Life we come,And this we pradlic
. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . ke ?bhall a poor Worm, that crawli and dies,Againft his Great Cjcator riie ? Lower, vain Man, ihy haughty Crefl:liumility l) thee beft ;Rebellious Weapons throw awsy ;Fall on thy Knees and Pardon pray. No longer in thy Strength confide ;Who can his dreadful WVath abide ?Fall at his Feet, his IVIercy crave,Nor more Almighty Vengeance br:ive. The Moral. See here, and weep degenrate Nature tracdFrom the firil Sin, by v/hich it was to Rebellion, into Life we come,And this we pradlice till we reach the Tomb ;In Sin advancing, as our Age heaping Wrath on our rebeliious Heads,O wretched Man ! how durlt thou thus prefumeAffront the Judge who mud alTign thy Doom ?Should dreadful Vengeance lour on his Brow,What couldil thou do toward the threatend Blow ?With the Almighty can thy Strengh contend <Or frcm his Wrath, thy Aim thy Head defend ?O no 1 tis vain ; itoop Pnde ; his Pov/er make thv Peace, before thou art undone. [ 82 ] KXXXX E M B L E M When Goi> is pleasM to hide his Face,The Soul, impatient, fighs and may to Favour be rcftord,And feel the Comforts of her Lordc [ ^^3 ] E M \] L E M VII. Li^bt Dkine dif^eh Spiritual Darkncfs, WH£N Clouds of Doubts and Fears arife,,j(lnd oveHpread the Sou],To Hehvn he :ift5 his pious Eyes,Wiih Tears and Sorrow fall. His deepfetchd Sighs his Grief proclaim ; He begs returning Grace;Loudly he calls upon his Nunie,, Who has v/ithdrawii his Pace. If but a fingle Ra; of Light, From that refulgent Sun,Breaks thro his difmal Gloom of Night, His Griefs at once are gene. The Mo R A L. The picu-^ Soul is often in a Cloud, And Doubts, like Miib, his beamy Glories fhroud. He feais hes guilty of fonie great Miftake, Or left wiih God his Promife he Ihould break : Fears his Repentance fhould not be fmcere ; Laments his Want of Fervericy in Prayr. His ftedfaft Hopes, tho founded on a Rock, Wh
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