. Emblems divine and moral . ke you perfect gods as weU as forth thy hand, and let thy fondness neverFear death : do, pull, and eat, and live for ever. Ere. Tis but an apple ; and it is as goodTo do as to desire. Fruits made for food:Ill pull, and taste, and tempt my Adam tooTo know the secrets of this dainty. ^trp. Do. 16 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. S. Chrys. sup. Matth. He forced him not: he touched him not: onlysaid, Cast thyself down; that we may know, thatwhosoever obeyeth the devil, casteth himself down:for the devil may suggest, compel he cannot. S. Bern, in Ser. It is the devils part t
. Emblems divine and moral . ke you perfect gods as weU as forth thy hand, and let thy fondness neverFear death : do, pull, and eat, and live for ever. Ere. Tis but an apple ; and it is as goodTo do as to desire. Fruits made for food:Ill pull, and taste, and tempt my Adam tooTo know the secrets of this dainty. ^trp. Do. 16 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. S. Chrys. sup. Matth. He forced him not: he touched him not: onlysaid, Cast thyself down; that we may know, thatwhosoever obeyeth the devil, casteth himself down:for the devil may suggest, compel he cannot. S. Bern, in Ser. It is the devils part to suggest; ours, not toconsent. As oft as we resist him, so often weovercome him : as often as we overcome him, sooften we bring joy to the angels, and glory toGod; who opposeth us, that we may contend;and assistetli us, that we may conquer. Epig. 1. Unlucky parliament! wherein, at last,Both houses are agreed, and firmly pastAn act of death confirmd by higher powrs;O had it had but such success as ours ! BOOK 1. KxMBLEMS. 17. Siv malum cecuit miiciunt in oiuve 1. 10. Then when lust hath conceived, it briiigeth forth siii;and sin, when it is finished, brinjjeth fortii death. ■ \ MENT, lament; look, look, what thou hast dono; [^anient the worlds, luuient thine own estate;. ik, look, bj doing, how thou art undone; Lament thy fall, lament thy change of state:Tiiy faith is broken, and thy freedom gone, See, see too soon, thou lament&t too late, i-;ii b 18 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. O thou that wert so many men, nay, allAbridgd in one, how has thy desprate fallDestroyd thy unborn seed, destroyd thyself withal! Uxorious Adam, whom thy Maker made Equal to angels that excel in powr,What hast thou done ? O why hast thou obeyd Thine own destruction ? like a new-cropt flowr,How does the glory of thy beauty fade!How are thy fortunes blasted in an hour !How art thou cowd that hast the powr to quellThe spite of new falln angels, baffle vie with those that stood, and van
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