. Emblems divine and moral . miry purchase is not worth the buying; Her gain is loss;Her rest but giddy toil, if not relying Upon her wordlings droilf for trouble 1 that fond breast. That is possestOf earth without a cross, has earth without a rest. * Revying is to stake at play a larger sum of money than anotherhas laid. t Droil, labour. 28 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. Cass* in Ps, The cross is the invincible sanctuary of the humble,the dejection of the proud, the victory of Christ, thedestruction of the devil, the confirmation of the faith-lul, the death of the unbeliever, the life of the just
. Emblems divine and moral . miry purchase is not worth the buying; Her gain is loss;Her rest but giddy toil, if not relying Upon her wordlings droilf for trouble 1 that fond breast. That is possestOf earth without a cross, has earth without a rest. * Revying is to stake at play a larger sum of money than anotherhas laid. t Droil, labour. 28 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. Cass* in Ps, The cross is the invincible sanctuary of the humble,the dejection of the proud, the victory of Christ, thedestruction of the devil, the confirmation of the faith-lul, the death of the unbeliever, the life of the just. Damascen. The Cross of Christ is the key of Paradise ; theweak mans staff; the converts convoy; the uprightmans perfection ; the soul and bodys health; the pre-vention of all evil, and the procurer of all good. Epig. 6. Worldlings, whose whimpring folly holds the lossesOf honour, pleasure, health, and wealth, such here, and tell me what your arms engross,When the best end of what you hugs a cross ? B O O K E IVl B L E M latet Otia duois/7tr Ive litw rfcsc hi ittiil, tt/uf rafixt f/wxi krr/fT/uSfti/ion /wre, am/ f^ ,vrc//r</v .v/rrp . BOOK I.—EMBLEM VII. 1 Peter v. 8. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil,as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking ivhom hemay devour. Why dost shou suffer lustful sloth to creep,Dull Cyprian lad, into thy wanton brows ?Is this a time to pay thine idle vows At Morpheus shrine ? Is this a time to steep Thy brains in wasteful slumbers ? Up, and rouse Thy leaden spirit: Is this a time to sleep 1Adjourn thy sanguine dreams, awake, arise,Call in thy thoughts; and let them all advise, Hadst thou as many heads as thou hast wounded eyes. Look, look, what horrid furies do await Thy flattring slumbers! If thy drowsy headBut chance to nod, thou fallst into a bed Of sulphrous flames, whose torments want a boy, be wise, let not thy thoughts be fed With Phrygian wisdom; fools are wise too late :Bew
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