. Emblems divine and moral . : Till then, my days are months, my months are years,My years are ages to be spent in tears:My griefs entailed upon my wasteful breath,Which no recovry can cut off but drawn in cottages, pufFd out in , continues, and concludes in groans. 196 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. Innocent, de Vilitate Condit. Humanse. O who will give mine eyes a fountain of tears,that I may bewail the miserable ingress of manscondition ; the sinful progress of mans conversa-tion ; the damnable egress in mans dissolution ? Iwill consider with tears, whereof man was made,what man
. Emblems divine and moral . : Till then, my days are months, my months are years,My years are ages to be spent in tears:My griefs entailed upon my wasteful breath,Which no recovry can cut off but drawn in cottages, pufFd out in , continues, and concludes in groans. 196 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. Innocent, de Vilitate Condit. Humanse. O who will give mine eyes a fountain of tears,that I may bewail the miserable ingress of manscondition ; the sinful progress of mans conversa-tion ; the damnable egress in mans dissolution ? Iwill consider with tears, whereof man was made,what man doth, and what man is to do ! alas ! heis formed of earth, conceived in sin, bom topunishment: he doth evil things which are notlawful; he doth filthy things, which are not de-cent: he doth vain things, which are not ex-pedient. Epig. 15. My heart, thy lifes a debt by bond, which bearsA secret date ; the use is groans and tears:Plead not; usurious nature will have all,As well the intrest as the principal. BOOK THE 2fi/ $oul hath coveted to desire thy judgment. Ps. cxix. ROM. VII. 23. I see another law in my members warring againstthe law of my mind, and bringing me into cap-tivity to the law of sin. 0 HOW my will is hurried to and fro, And how my unresolved resolves do vary ! 1 know not where to fix, sometimes I go This way, then that, and then the quite contrary: 198 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. I like, dislike; lament for what I could not;I do, undo; yet still do what I should not,And, at the selfsame instant, will the thing Iwould not. Thus are my weather-beaten thoughts opprest With th earth-bred winds[of my prodigious will;Thus am I hourly tost from east to westUpon the rolling streams of good and ill:Thus am I drivn upon the slippry sudsFrom real ills to false apparent goods :My lifes a troubled sea, composd of ebbs and floods. The curious penman having trimmd his page With the dead language of his dabbled quill,Lets fall a heedless drop, then in a rageCashiers the fruits
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