. Emblemes . feck for reft •• Then let the Hell-hounds roar; I fear no ill; Rouze me they may, but have no powr to kill. S. AMBROS. ^lok 3. Emhlemes* ^^3 I S. AMBROS lib. 4. in cap. 4. Luc:e. fXhe reward of honours, the hekht ofpotver, the dellcme ofif, and the beauty of a harlot are the [nares of the Devil, S. AMBROS. de bono mortis. Whileflthoufes\efipleafuyes^ thou rmnefl into fnarcs^fo)theof the harlot is thefnare of the Adulterer, SAVANAR. In eating, hefetskfore us Gluttony, in generation, luxury 5 fliiggifjjnefs, in conveyjing, envy-, in governing, coveifnefs ; in correBing, ange
. Emblemes . feck for reft •• Then let the Hell-hounds roar; I fear no ill; Rouze me they may, but have no powr to kill. S. AMBROS. ^lok 3. Emhlemes* ^^3 I S. AMBROS lib. 4. in cap. 4. Luc:e. fXhe reward of honours, the hekht ofpotver, the dellcme ofif, and the beauty of a harlot are the [nares of the Devil, S. AMBROS. de bono mortis. Whileflthoufes\efipleafuyes^ thou rmnefl into fnarcs^fo)theof the harlot is thefnare of the Adulterer, SAVANAR. In eating, hefetskfore us Gluttony, in generation, luxury 5 fliiggifjjnefs, in conveyjing, envy-, in governing, coveifnefs ; in correBing, anger j in honour, pride; in the heart, he s evil thoughts , in the mouth, evil -words, in a6iions evil9r\es, tvhcn awa\e, he moves m to evil actions j when afleep^\plthy dreams. EP IG. 9. 5c fad, my Heart, Deep dangers wait thy mirth 5Thy fouPs way-laid by fca; by Hell j by earth -,■lell has her hounds ^ Earth, fnares; the Sea , a fhelf^3uc moil of all, my heart, beware thy felf. 1^4 Emhlemes. Book . X. y. ^itey-naf mta luJavicnt /with, thyfcyucait -for no man iiwiia jhallpc jSook 3. Emhltmeu 16$ X. i PSALM^CXLIII. II. ^^nter rM into judgement vpith thjfertant^ for inthj fight P^a II no man lixing he ju^i^ecL .j^ \hf, T>Ring forth the prins*er,^/?. Thy commandsXJAre done, juft Judge ; See here the prisoner ftandf,i Jef, What has the prisner done ? Say; whats the caufcDf his commitment ? Juli. He has Isrokc the lawes3f his too gracious God j confpitd the deathOf that great Majei^ vhat gave him breath,And heaps tranfgrefnonj Lord, upon How kno\v\1 thou thls-/<.Evn by his own confcflion:riis finnes are crying j and thry c: yd aloud jrhey cryM to heavn, they ciyd to hesvn for blood, Jef. What fayft thou {inner ? hart thou ought to picadjrhat fcntence fhould not pafs ? hold up thy head,And Ihew thy brazen, thy rebellious Sin. Ah mc ! I dare not; I*m too vile and bafeTo tread upon the earth, much m^ore, to liftMine eyes to heavn ; I need
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