. Emblems, divine and moral . ight standWith painted reason that they might devote thee;But things that have no being to besot thee!Foresight of future torment is the wayTo balk those ills which present joys thou hast fooPd thyself, so now come hither;Break that fond glass, and lets be wise together. S. Bonavent. de Contnnptu SosculiO that men would be wise, and understand, aforesee. Be wise, to know three things : Use mul-titude of those that are to be damned; the lewnumber of those that sre to be saved; and the 28 EMBLEMS. BOOK 111. vanity of transitory things: understand threethin
. Emblems, divine and moral . ight standWith painted reason that they might devote thee;But things that have no being to besot thee!Foresight of future torment is the wayTo balk those ills which present joys thou hast fooPd thyself, so now come hither;Break that fond glass, and lets be wise together. S. Bonavent. de Contnnptu SosculiO that men would be wise, and understand, aforesee. Be wise, to know three things : Use mul-titude of those that are to be damned; the lewnumber of those that sre to be saved; and the 28 EMBLEMS. BOOK 111. vanity of transitory things: understand threethings; the multitude of sins, the omission ofgood things, and the loss of time: foresee threethings; the danger of death, the last judgment,and eternal punishment. Epig. , soul, no further yet ? what, neer commenceMaster* in faith? still Bachelor of Sense ?Ist insufficiency? or what has made theeOerslip thy lost degree ? Thy lusts have staid thee. * Master, Bachelor, degree ,* titles and terras used iaUniversities. EMBLEM 13. Tfaim. /)fn\v ajidJfoffi&f in constant ffnrfare spjeftt,//i/ta/i/nstiff, Jlnv fnif fo lament;. BOOK III.—EMBLEM XV. Psalm XXXI. 10. My life is spent with grief, and my years withsighing. What sullen star ruPd my untimely birth,That would not lend my days one hour of mirth ?How oft have these bare knees been bent, to gainThe slender alms of one poor smile, in vain!How often, tird with the fastidious light,Have my faint lips implored the shades of night!How often have my nightly torments praydFor lingring twilight, glutted with the shade!Day worse than night, night worse than day, appears;In fears I spend my nights, my days in tears:I moan unpitied, groan without relief;There is nor end nor measure of my smiling flower salutes the day; it growsUntouchd with care; it neither spins nor sows: 30 EMBLEMS. BOOK III. 0 that my tedious life were, like this floVr,Or freed from grief, or finishd with an hour !Why was I born ? why was
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