. Emblems divine and moral . hen so big, thou little spanOf earth 1 what art thou more in being man ?Eternal Potter, whose blest hands did layMy coarse foundation from a sod of knowst my slender vessels apt to leak ;Thou knowst my brittle tempers prone to break:Are my bones Brazil, or my flesh of oak ?O, mend what thou hast made, what I have broke:Look, look with gentle eyes, and in thy dayOf vengeance, Lord, remember I am clay. * /,Aye. 118 EMBLEMS. BOOK III, St. August. Snliloq. xxxii. Shall I ask, who made me? It was thou that madestme, without whom nothing was made : Thou artmy M
. Emblems divine and moral . hen so big, thou little spanOf earth 1 what art thou more in being man ?Eternal Potter, whose blest hands did layMy coarse foundation from a sod of knowst my slender vessels apt to leak ;Thou knowst my brittle tempers prone to break:Are my bones Brazil, or my flesh of oak ?O, mend what thou hast made, what I have broke:Look, look with gentle eyes, and in thy dayOf vengeance, Lord, remember I am clay. * /,Aye. 118 EMBLEMS. BOOK III, St. August. Snliloq. xxxii. Shall I ask, who made me? It was thou that madestme, without whom nothing was made : Thou artmy Maker, and 1 thy work. I thank thee, my LordGod, by whom I live, and by whom all things sub-sist, because thou madest me; I thank thee O myPotter, because thy hands have made me, becausethy hands have formed me. Epig. 5. Why swellst thou, man, puffd up with fame and purse ?Th art better earth, but born to dig the worse :Thou camst from earth, to earth thou must return;And art but earth, cast from the womb to th urn. BOOK IB LE^! vIoId. j. I June j;i/in(l. vet CJi. ju/nrc /iiv (,u\JTv scf nie ns uJtark tJiv tl/iit/i tc /iuir . BOOK III.—EMBLEM VI. Job vii. 20. / have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thoupreserver of men 9 why hast thou set me as a markagainst thee 9 Lord, I have done; and. Lord, I have misdone; Tis folly to contest, to strive with one That is too strong ; tis folly to assail Or prove an arm, that will, that must, prevail. I ve done, I ve done; these trembling hands have thrownTheir daring weapons down : the days thine own :Forbear to strike where thou hast won the field;The palm, the palm is thine: I yield, I treachrous hands, that were so vainly boldTo try a thriveless* combat, and to holdSelf-wounding weapons up, are now extendedFor mercy from thy hand ; that knee that bendedUpon her guardless guard,-!- ^^^^ ^^^^ repentLTpon this naked floor; see, both are bent,And sue for pity : O, my ragged wound .Is deep and desprate, it is dr
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