. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . ?Shall a poor Worm, that crawls and dies,Againft his Great Creator rife r Lower, vain Man, thy haughty CreftjHumility becomes thee bell;Rebellious Weapons throw away ;Fall on thy Knees and Pardon pray. No longer in thy Strength confide ;Who can his dreadful Wrath abide ?Fall at his Feet, his Mercy crave,Nor more Almighty Vengeance brave. The Moral. See here, and weep degenerate Nature tracMFrom the firft Sin, by which it was to Re
. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . ?Shall a poor Worm, that crawls and dies,Againft his Great Creator rife r Lower, vain Man, thy haughty CreftjHumility becomes thee bell;Rebellious Weapons throw away ;Fall on thy Knees and Pardon pray. No longer in thy Strength confide ;Who can his dreadful Wrath abide ?Fall at his Feet, his Mercy crave,Nor more Almighty Vengeance brave. The Moral. See here, and weep degenerate Nature tracMFrom the firft Sin, by which it was to Rebellion,* into Life we come,And this we practice till we reach the Tomb;In Sin advancing, as our Age proceeds,Still heaping Coals on our rebellious wretched Man ! how durft thou thus prefumeAffront the Judge who muft aflign thy Doom ?Should dreadful Vengeance bur on his Brow,What couldft thou do to ward the threatened Blow lWith the Almighty can thy Strength contend ?Or from his Wrath, thy Arm tby Mead defend fO no! tis vain ; ftoop Pride ; his Power own,And make thy Peace, before thou art iindoite, 2z Hieroglyphics s, Book Iff,EMBLEM VIL. When God is pleasd to hide his Face,The Soul, impatient, %hs and praysShe may to Favour be reftord,And feel the Comforts of her Lord. Book III. Moral and Divine. B£EMBLEM VH. Light Divine difpels SpiritualDarknefs. WHEN Clouds of Doubts and Fears arife,And overfpread the Soul,To Heavn helifcs his pious Eyes,With Tears and Sorrow full. His deep-fetchd Sighs his Grief proclaim; He begs returning Grace ;Loudly he calls upon his Name, Who has withdrawn his Face. K but a fingle Ray of Light, From that refulgent Sun,Breaks thro ])is difmal Gloom of Night, His Griefs at once are gone. The Mo r a l. The pious Soul is often in a Cloud, And Doubts, like Mills, his beamy Glories fhroud, He fears hes guilty of fome great Miftake, Or left with Goo his Promife he (hould break; Fears his Repentance mould not be fincere; Laments his Want of Fervency
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