Identifier: emblemshieroglyp00lond (find matches)
Title: Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and divine.... Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems
Year: 1753 (1750s)
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Publisher: London, Printed for M. Cooper (etc.)
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
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t laft a-whilej And Riches are but Drofs;They threaten Danger when they fmile ; His Truft is in the Crofs. Be gone, ye Gewgaws of a Day, No more my Soul engrofs $You (hall not draw my Love away, Now fixed on the Crofs. My Faith and Hope are anchord Aire, Which you no more (hall tofs; .My heavnly Treafure is fecure, Lockd up within the Crofs. The Mo r a l.The pious Soul is often forediftrefsd,And fpite and Malice never let him reft.Scorn and Contempt, and Poverty he feels,Frowns from the World, and all terreftial Ills.No Peace he knows, but what his Confcience gives,Nor fcarce a Pleafure from the World receives:Yet who his Happinefs can paralize ?Or what can equal his furpaffing Joys ?His Eyes are fixed on his Saviours Crofs,*Tis the Delights of that his Soul engrofs.Strengthen^! by that, he fmiles upon his Foes,Derides their Malice, Scoffs, and broiling Blows;Laughs at their Rage, and in his humble Cell,Defies the Fury both of Earth and Hell. 54 Hi EROGLVPfli c(k s, Book LE MBLEM VJI.
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Sinner, behold thy Danger here!How canft thou fleep, and Hell fo near?At thee grim Death has took his Aim-Will nothing break thy pleafmg Dream ? Bookl. Moral and Divine. 25EMBLEM VH. DangeHn Security ■ AH wretched Chriftian ! canft thou dozeOver the gaping Mouth of Hell ?How can thine Eyes together clofe,Which Death eternal may unfeal ? Hear thy good Angel kindly warnThee of the dreadful Danger near, Remind thee of thy vaft Concern,That moil of all deferves thy Care. Death on his Bow has nVd his Dart, And aims directly at thy Head ;Thislnftant from thy Slumber ftart Ere thy grand Foe fhall ftrike thee dead. Art thou ftill carelefs of thy Fate. ? Will not thy Danger make thee wife ?Think what will be thy woful State, In Hell when thou (halt ope thine Eyes. The Moral Who on a dreadful Precipice would fleep,When by a Roll he tumbles down the Steep ?Who on a Dragons Den could reft fecure,Nor dread the Fiercenefs of the Monfters PowV ?And yet behold how Millions of Mankind,As ftupid, and

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