Francis Quarles' Emblems and - Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized - in four books (1773) (14743398821)

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Title: Francis Quarles' Emblems and : Hieroglyphics of the life of man, modernized : in four books
Year: 1773 (1770s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644
Subjects: Emblems --Early works to 1800 Emblem books, English --Great Britain --England --18th century Emblem books --Great Britain --England --18th century
Publisher: London : Printed for J. Cooke, at Shakespear’s Head, in Pater-Noster-Row
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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Lcfs. Honours and Fame but laft a-whiJe, And Riches are but drofs ;They threaten Danger when they fmile ; His truil is in the Crof::. Be gone, ye Gewgaws of a Day, No more my Soul engrofs ;You fhall not draw my Love away. Now fixed on the Crofs. My Faith and Hope are anchord fure. Which you no more (hall tofs jTvly heavnly Treafure is fecure, Lockd up within the Crofs. The Moral. The pious Soul is often fore dilhefsd.And Spite and Malice never let him reft.Scorn and Contempt, and Poverty he feeh.Frowns from the World, and all terreftial Ills,No Peace he knows, but what his Confcience give?.Nor fcarce a Pleafure from the World receives ;Yet who his Happinefj can parallize ?Or what can equal his furpaHing joys ?His Eyes are fixed on his Saviours Crofs,Tis the Delights of that his Soul engrofs,Sxrengthend by that, he fmiles upon his Fees,Derides their Malice, Scoffs, and bruifing Blows ;Laughs at their Rage, and in his humble Cell,Defies the Fury boUi of Earth and Hell, I 24 )EMBLEM VII.
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Sinner, behold thy Danger here !How canft thou lleep, and Hell fo near ?At thee grhn Death has took his Aim—Will nothing break thy plealing Dream ? ( »5 ) EMBLEM VII.Danger in Security, AH wretched Chriftian ! canll thou doteOver the gaping Mouth of Hell ?How can thine Eyes together clofe,Which Death eternal may unfeal ? Hear thy good Angel kindly warn Thee of the dreadful Danger near.Remind thee of thy vail Concern, That mofl of all deferves thy Care, Death on his Bow has iixd his Darr> And aims dire£lly at thy Head ;This Inftant from thy Slumber Hart Ere thy grand Foe fhall Itrike thee dead.Art thou ftill carelefj of thy Fate ? Will not thy Danger make thee wlte ?Think what will be thy v.-ceful State, In Hell when thou Ihalt ope thine Eyes. The M o R A L. Who on a dreadful Precipice would flecp,When by a Roll he tumbles down the Steep ?Who on a Dragons Den could reft fecure,Nor dread the Fiercenefs of the Monfters Pow*r ?And yet behold how Millions of Mankind,As ftupid, and a