. Emblems divine and moral . ess thy souls unblemishd ways;No matter, then, how short or longs the lease, Whose date determines thy self-numberd days:No need to care for wealths or fames increase,Nor Marss palm, nor high Apollos , if thy gracious bounty please to fillThe floor of my desires, and teach me skillTo dress and choose the corn, take those the chaffthat will. * Burse, an exchange; a place for the meeting of merchants, andwhere shops are kept. 76 EMBLEMS. BOOK II S. August. Lib. i. de Doct. Chrisli. Temporal things more ravish in the expectation thanm fruition : but things et
. Emblems divine and moral . ess thy souls unblemishd ways;No matter, then, how short or longs the lease, Whose date determines thy self-numberd days:No need to care for wealths or fames increase,Nor Marss palm, nor high Apollos , if thy gracious bounty please to fillThe floor of my desires, and teach me skillTo dress and choose the corn, take those the chaffthat will. * Burse, an exchange; a place for the meeting of merchants, andwhere shops are kept. 76 EMBLEMS. BOOK II S. August. Lib. i. de Doct. Chrisli. Temporal things more ravish in the expectation thanm fruition : but things eternal more in the fruitionthan expectation. Ibidem, The life of man is the middle between angels andbeasts: if man takes pleasure in carnal things, he iscompared to beasts; but if he delights in spiritualthings, be is suited with angels. Epig. 10. Art thou a child ? Thou wilt not then be fedBut like a child, and with the childrens bread;But thou art fed with chaff or corn undrest:My soul, thou savourst too much of the J::LrBL£:M 8. Jfivc aiiiuiaixt Puex-os CAiiibfJa; al illalilros. 7/f,\- /,A,,x,x , :__ Thnf //tr Mm, ///.{•/A v/ /o f/f\ .17/// /<//(■ ///r-*- BOOK II.—EMBLEM VIII. Philippians iii. 19, 20: They mind earthly things, hut our conversation is inheaven. VENUS. DIVINE CUPID. Ven. What means this peevish brat ? Whish, lul-laby ;What ails my babe ? what ails may babe to cry ?Will nothing still it ? Will it neither bePleasd with the nurses breast or mothers knee ?What ails my bird ? What moves my froward boyTo make such whimpring faces ? Peace, my joy :Will nothing do ? Come, come, this pettish cry and brawl, and cannot tell for what ?Come, buss and friends, my lamb; wish lullaby;What ails my babe ? what ails my babe to cry ?Peace, peace, my dear; alas! thy early yearsHad never faults to merit half these tears;Come, smile upon me : let thy mother spyThy fathers image in her babys eye :Husband these guiltless drop
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