. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . pe To foul ? It was the Owl-eyd Monfler Luft, Whofe Aclions hate the Light ;Whofe Eyes in Gloom and truH, And feek the Shades ofNight. But theres an awful Day to come. That Ihall thofe Deeds reveal,And Lull fhall have its final DoomIn ever-burning Hell. The Moral* When God with Judgments puniihes a Land, What Powr on Earth his Vengeance can vvithftand I War, Peililence and Famine are his Rods, The dreadful Scourges, and the galling Goads, With which he vindicates his broken Laws, And right
. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . pe To foul ? It was the Owl-eyd Monfler Luft, Whofe Aclions hate the Light ;Whofe Eyes in Gloom and truH, And feek the Shades ofNight. But theres an awful Day to come. That Ihall thofe Deeds reveal,And Lull fhall have its final DoomIn ever-burning Hell. The Moral* When God with Judgments puniihes a Land, What Powr on Earth his Vengeance can vvithftand I War, Peililence and Famine are his Rods, The dreadful Scourges, and the galling Goads, With which he vindicates his broken Laws, And rights his Honours violated Caufe. Who is fo flout that can his Judgments brave ? Or who from Wrath Divine the Sinners fave f Where are the lofty Pillars of his Pride, On which fo long his Jnfolcnce relyd ? His Riches, Honours, Pleafnres are no rafr». Diverted of his Tyranny and Powr, He finds himfelf, to hii> eternal Ccfl, Sunk in Perdition, and forever lolt. His Luils. to which he never gave Contrcu!, Withfuriou? Rage fnall bJall his wretched Soul. [ 58 ] xxxxxxxxxxx>oxxxxxxxx EMBLEM What has this World been ever found,But a mere Emptinefs and Sound ?Can folid Happinefs be there,Where nothincr is but Noife and Air !: [ 59 ]EMBLEM X. The World mere Stund ami, Emptinefsm CLOSE, and yetclofer, Lad,Thy lillning Ear apply ;Try of what Metal it is thy PL«uckles ply. Tis a mere Emptinefs,For all within is Air.;Nothing but Sound it will exprefs,And nought but Noife you hear. Such are the Worlds Delights, .Its Honours, Wealth and Powr,Mere Wind and Vapour, airy Flights,That crack, and nothing more. The Moral. The World*s a Bubble, formd of latherd Soap,It lliines a while, and ends a muddy like a Drum, that makes a mighty Sound,Yetin its Belly, nought but Wind is like a Foot-ball, kickd and tofsd Wind within, and leathered like a Cask, when all the Liquors drawn ;Its like a Bone, when Meat and Marrows real Comfort can t
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