. Emblemi di Francis Quarles e : geroglifici della vita dell'uomo, modernizzati : in quattro libri. Lei a Herfelf da solo; eppure egli teme come loth. Lei, grievd lui fhould per foon partire.Begs Hed essere più fwifter del Hart, nel suo ritorno a lei; per fhould che fa un lungo ritardo, la sua anima si affievolirebbe e moriva via. A lei era caro. Il Mo R A L. così fondly il risveglio Chriftian loves.so premia caro, e (o molto ApprovesThe fweet delizia il suo Saviors prcfence gives.The fecret Pleaves che in esso riceve, che il lancetto Abfence del suo favore takesPace dalla sua mente, e tutti i suoi pensieri diilrafls.

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. Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books . her to herfelf alone ;And yet he feems as loth. She, grievd He fhould fo foon depart.Begs Hed be fwifter than the Hart, In his Return to her ;For fhould he make a long Delay, Her Soul would faint and die away. To her he was fo dear. The Mo R A L. So fondly the awakend Chriftian loves.So dearly prizes, and (o much ApprovesThe fweet Delights his Saviours prcfence gives.The fecret Pleafures he therein receives, That the leail Abfence of his Favour takesPeace from his Mind, and all his Thoughts diilrafls.With Prayrs and Tears he begs his quick Return, Bewails himfelf as wretched and forlorn.O hafte, he cries/ my dear Redeemer, hade 1How many difmal Moments muft I wafte, Eer thou thy Comforts to my Soul renew ?Eer I again thy lovely Face Ihall view ?Hafle, my Beloved, to my longing Arms, (Reveal again thy Graces and thy Charms.O let thy Light difpel this difmal Gloom ;Halle, my Beloved ; to thy Servant come.O [ 158 ]xvx vxXXXXXX-XXXXXXX/E M B L E M XVI. m^ ^ ^:>:^|^..^Ki ^hii ii:^ ^ ^t -^f. The Vi£lory is never won, Nor canil: thou wear the glorious Crown, Till thou haft fought the Battle throughWith Sin, an(l Death, and cvry Foe. [ ^59 ]E M B L E M XVI. MANY the Trials and fevereA Chriilian uniergor^s ;Heavy the Burdens he miui bear.His Portion Sighs and Woes. M;:iice her deadly Venom throws, To poifon his good Nnine j Envy his Virtues not allow?., Nor their acquired F^me. Ills honefl Principles profcr§iJ, His free and open f>Ov-.l, Cf jiiiing Knaves aremada the jcH, Aud Subjcds of their DtclK He fears a great treir.endcu-j Goo ; Religion is his R-uie jFor this hes fccurgd with Slanders Rod, And banterd for a Fool, Reproach is heapM upon Rcprcach, Andnew invented Lies ;~A11 that malicious Tongues can i)roacb. His Na^ne to lligmatize. Ail this he fee!?, or may expcc?-, Vhilc impious Men anumg ; Dut fct not theie his Soul dejeift :i..*cr-whi!e tlieyll be his Song, f/cn bravely £

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