. Emblemi di Francis Quarles e : geroglifici della vita dell'uomo, modernizzati : in quattro libri . il thro perfpedive. E Objedts nearer porta :Heavn, Hell, e il giudizio di Laft prefented in un Profpedl chiaro. Flefh ha la sua Glafs triangolare. Dove i colori beautifulWith evry girano fiill varyd sono. E nel rotolo di Succeffion :Città e Città e Chiese f!^sulla superficie fmooth propugnate da. Il M ORALE. Uomo, che a Reafon fa il mod pretense, di tutte le creature che hanno vita e Senfe, lui di tutti gli esseri è il greateft Fool, e ferves il mofl-da Reafons Prudent Rulc^ formato con evry Facu
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. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . the perfpedive thro. And Objedts nearer brings :Heavn, Hell, and the Laft Judgment arePrefented in a Profpedl clear. Flefh has her Glafs triangular. Where Colours beautifulWith evry Turn fiill varyd are. And in Succeffion roll :Cities and Towns and Churches f!^On the fmooth Surface featly by. The M ORAL. Man, who to Reafon makes the mod Pretence, Of all the Creatures that have Life and Senfe, He of all Beings is the greateft Fool, And fwerves the mofl-from Reafons prudent Rulc^ Formed with evry Faculty and Povvr To correfpond v^ith Heavn, and God adore. Employs thofe Talents to abufe his Name, And his own Nature to debafe and ihame. He, who well knows he has a Soul to fave. That all his W^orks are ended in the Grave. Neglects the prefent Moments to improve. Or to fecure his Heritage above. He, who beholds fuch Numbers round him die. And his own Death difcerns with half an Eye , Yet his Repentance fooiiihly delays, Till he has v/ailed evry Day of Grace. XXXXXXXXXXXX-XXXXXXXXEMBLEM XIV.. How tirefome is this Load of EarthTo him who knows his higher Birth IIn Flefli and fenfual Lulls involvd, O how he longs to be diflblvd I [.97 ] L M B L E M XI. Grief Camfortlefs. GRIEF has no Leifure for Delight ;Ind iff Vent are the Day and Night, Alike in Sorrow fpent;While the Night lafts, fhe longs for Day, The Morning brings no friendly Ray, And neither gives Content. Time mows away her funny Beam?, Of which flie has but fickly Gleams ; Her Hour-glafs has Wings ;The gloomy Night can give no Reft ;Day, to her fore afHi<fled Breafl, No fingle Comfort brings. The Mo R A L. Who that the World with heedful Eye furvrjs.And well obferves the Current of his Days, But fees abundant Reafon for his Grief, Thro* the vvhole Courfe of his protradled Life ?Folly he fees advancd to Wildoms Seat, And confcious Virtue from her HonciTr beat ;Religion made aMafque to cover Vice, And Impudence oermodeft Merit
