Identifier: emblemsdivinemor04quar (find matches)
Title: Emblems, divine and moral
Year: 1824 (1820s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644 Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663 Wilkins, W. Walker (William Walker)
Subjects: Emblems
Publisher: London : J. Robins
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
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less, helpless thing, that, born, does cryTo feed; that feeds to live; that lives to die.Great God and Man, whose eyes spent d rops so oftenFor me, that cannot weep enough, O softenThese marble brains, and strike this flinty rock;Or, if the music of thy Peters cockWill more prevail, fill, fill my hearkning earsWith that sweet sound, that I may melt in tears:I cannot weep until thou broach mine eye;O give me vent, or else I burst, and die. S. Ambros. in Psal. cxviii. He that commits sins to be wept for, cannotweep for sins committed; and, being himself mostlamentable, hath no tears to lament his offences. Nazianz. Orat. iii.Tears are the deluge of sin, and the worldssacrifice. S. Hierom. in Esaiam.Prayer appeases God, but a tear compels him :that moves him, but this constrains him. 4 EMBLEMS. BOOK III, Epig. 8. Earth is an island ported round with fears;The way to Heavn is through the sea of tears :It is a stormy passage, where is foundThe wreck of many a ship, but no man drownd. book:
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Plalm 18.5.2/i all my Wayj the Snares o/\Deain are f&uruL. l/td ffc/fo uwstl*er£l* 00, 7/1/1 //. me aroun ,/ BOOK III.—EMBLEM IX. Psalm XVIII. 5. The sorrows of hell compassed me about, and thesnares of death prevented me. Is not this type well cut ? in evry part Full of rich cunning ? 6Td with Zeuxian art ? Are not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds, Limnd full to th life ? Didst ever hear the sounds, The music, and the lip-divided breaths, Of the strong-winded horn, recheats,* and deaths, Done more exact? th* infernal Nimrods halloo? The lawless purlieus ?•(■ and the game they follow ? The hidden engines ? and the snares that lie So undiscoverd, so obscure to th* eye ? The new-drawn net, and her entangled prey ? And him that closes it? Beholder, say, Ist not well done ? seems not an emlous strife Betwixt the rare cut picture and the life ? * Recheats, (a hunting terra,) when the horn blows to aretreat from a false scent. t Purlieus, forbidden ground. 6 EMBLEMS. BOOK II

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