. Emblems divine and moral ; together with Hieroglyphics of the life of man . eave yourglory? I. IS this that jolly God, whofe Cyprian bowHas (hot fo many flaming made fo many wounded beauties goSadly perpkxd with whimpering hearts ?Is this that fovreign deity, that bringsThe flavifh world in awe, and flingsThe blundering fouls of fwains, and flops the heart* [of kings ? 2. What Circaean charm, what Hccataean fpite Has thus abusd the god of love \Great Jove was vanquifhd by his greater might;(And who is ftronger-armd than Jove ?)Or has our luftful god performed a (fearing Ar
. Emblems divine and moral ; together with Hieroglyphics of the life of man . eave yourglory? I. IS this that jolly God, whofe Cyprian bowHas (hot fo many flaming made fo many wounded beauties goSadly perpkxd with whimpering hearts ?Is this that fovreign deity, that bringsThe flavifh world in awe, and flingsThe blundering fouls of fwains, and flops the heart* [of kings ? 2. What Circaean charm, what Hccataean fpite Has thus abusd the god of love \Great Jove was vanquifhd by his greater might;(And who is ftronger-armd than Jove ?)Or has our luftful god performed a (fearing Argus eyes) would fcapeThe view of jealous earth, in this prodigious fhape ? 3- Where be thofe rofy cheeks, that lately fcornd The malice of injurious fates ?Ah ! wheres that pearl port-cullis * that adorndThofe dainty two-Ieavd ruby gates ? Where be thofe killing eyes that fo controlledThe world, and locks that did infold [gold ?Like knots of flaming wire, like curls of burnifhd * VortCuUh (a term of fortification), « a grate dropt down, toftop a gate-way, 3 No^ BUJ^/^A. YerLtuimnx e^dxorre&o J>iem. BookIL emblems. Si 4-No, no, twas neither Hecataean fpite,Nor charm below, nor powV above ;*Twas neither Circes fpell, nor Stygian thus transformd our god of love ; Twas owl-eyd lull (more potent far than they)Whofe eyes and anions hate the day :Whom all the world obfcrve, whom all the world [obey. See, how the latter trumpets dreadful blaflAfFriahts flout Mars his trembling fon !See, how he ftartles ! how he (lands fcrambles from his melting throne ! Hark, how the direful hand of vengeance tears The fweltVing clouds, whilft heavn appears A circle filld with flame, and centred with his feara! 6. This is that day, whofe ofc report hath worn Negleded tongues of prophets bare;The faithlefs fubje6t of the worldlings fum of men and angels prayr: This, this the day, whofe all-difcerning lightRanfacks the fecret dens of nightAnd fevers good from bad ;
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