. Emblemi, divini e morali : la scuola del cuore; ed i geroglifici della vita dell'uomo; eemes una colomba. Tre volte felice lui, i cui pensieri più nobili disprezzano di fare un oggetto di guadagni così facili jtre felice lui, che scorpisce così povero un prizeShould essere la corona dei suoi dolori eroici :Thrice h^jpy lui, che neer è nato a tryHer frowr^i o sorride : O nascendo, ha lieIn le sue armi tristi delle infermiere un'ora o due, e muore. S. agosto, lib. Confessa. O voi che fate su questo mondo, per quale vittoria doye combatte? Le vostre speranze possono essere incoronate con nessun greater ricompensa che il mondo può dare ; e che cosa è il mondo,ma un b
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. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . eems a dove. Thrice happy he, whose nobler thoughts despise To make an object of so easy gains jThrice happy he, who scorns so poor a prizeShould be the crown of his heroic pains :Thrice h^jpy he, who neer was born to tryHer frowr^i or smiles : or being born, did lieIn his sad nurses arms an hour or two, and die. S. August, lib. Confess. O you that dote upon this world, for what victory doye fight ? Your hopes can be crowned with no greaterreward than the world can give ; and what is the world, but a brittle thing full of dangers, wherein we travel fromlesser to greater perils ? O let all her vain, light, mo-mentary glory perish with herself, and let us be conversantwith more eternal things. Alas ! this world is miserable ;life is short, and death is sure. Epig. 4.My soul, whats lighter than a feather .? Wind.Than wind ? The fire. And what than fire .? The mind.Whats lighter than the mind ? A thought. Than thought ?This bubble world. What, than this bubble? Nought. i6 EMBLEMS. Emblem 5. His vertitur orbis. I. CC VII. 41. 7he fashicn of this world passeth away. /^^ONE are those golden days wherein^-^ Pale conscience started not at ugly sin : When good old Saturns peaceful throneWas unusurped by his beardless son : When jealous Ops neer feard th abuseOf her chaste bed, or breach of nuptial truce When just Astrasa poisM her scalesIn mortal hearts, whose absence earth bewails BOOK I. EMBLEMS. When froth-born Venus and her brat, With all that spurious brood young Jove begat, In horrid shapes were yet unknown ;Those halcyon days, that golden age is gone. There was no client then to waitThe leisure of his long-taild advocate j The talion law was in request, And Chancry Courts were kept in every breast: Abused statutes had no tenters.And men could deal secure without ind«(ntures There was no peeping-hole to clearThe wittaPs eye from his incarnate fear : There were no lustful cinders
