Emblems, divine and moral (1824) (14727041056)

Identifier: emblemsdivinemor03quar (find matches)
Title: Emblems, divine and moral
Year: 1824 (1820s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644 Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663 Wilkins, W. Walker (William Walker)
Subjects: Emblems
Publisher: London : J. Robins
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Duke University Libraries



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th, and blow,Blow wind made strong with spite;When thou hast puffd the greater light Thy lesser spark may shine, and warm the new-madenight. Deluded mortals, tell me, when Your daring breath has blown HeavVs taper out, and you have spent your own,What fire shall warm ye then ?Ah, fools! perpetual night Shall haunt your souls with Stygian fright,Where they shall boil in flames, but flames shall bring no light. S. August.The sufficiency of my merit is to know that my merit is not sufficient. 66 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. S. Greg. Mor. xxv. By how much the less man seeth himself, by so much the less he displeaseth himself; and by how much the more he seeth the light of grace, by so much the more he disdaineth the light of Nature. S. Greg. Mor. The light of the understanding humility kin-dleth and pride covereth. Epig. 1. Thou blowst HeavVs fire, the whilst thou gost about,Rebellious fool, in vain, to blow it out:Thy folly adds confusion to thy dealh ;HeavVs fire confounds when fannd with Follys breath.
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Don.ec totimi expleat OrLeni_. Afrr cease Jus fares, till t/ns fair Tlr?/(lv vast moul.fTi/Jim Ats rnu/.t/ir ein/tr Grasp, be, found. BOOK II.—EMBLEM II. Eccles. IV. 8. There is no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfied with riches. O how our widend arms can overstretch Their own dimensions! How our hands can reach Beyond their distance! How our yielding breast Can shrink to be more full, and full posses!Of this inferior orb! How earth refindCan cling to sordid earth! How kind to kind!We gape, we grasp, we gripe, add store to store;Enough requires too much; too much craves more.We charge our souls so sore beyond our stint,That we recoil or burst: the busy mint Of our laborious thoughts is ever going,And coining new desires; desires not knowing Where next to pitch; but, like the boundless ocean,Gain, and gain ground, and grow more strong by motion. K 68 EMBLEMS. BOOK II. The pale-facd lady of the black-eyd night First tips her horned brows with easy light, Whose curious train of