Image from page 223 of “Emblems, divine and moral” (1824)

Image from page 223 of “Emblems, divine and moral” (1824)
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Identifier: emblemsdivinemor03quar
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
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nd not our guilt;Thou seest not what thou mayst, but what thou wilt:The hand that formd us is enforcM to beA screen set up betwixt thy work and thee :Look, look upon that hand, and thou shalt spyAn open wound, a thoroughfare for thine eye;Or if that wound be closd, that passage beDenyd between thy gracious eyes and me,Yet view the scar ; that scar will countermandThy wrath: O read my fortune in thy hand. S. Chrys. Horn. iv. Joan.Fools seem to abound in wealth, when they wantall things; they seem to enjoy happiness, whenindeed they are only most miserable; neither do 134 EMBLEMS. BOOK III. they understand that they are deluded by theirfancy, till they be delivered from their folly. S. Greg, in Mo.By so much the more are we inwardly foolish,by how much we strive to seem outwardly wise. Epig. 2. Rebellious fool, what has thy folly done ?Controlled thy God, and crucifyd his Son.How sweetly has the Lord of life deceivM thee!Thou sheddst his blood, and that shed blood hassavd thee. BOOK IH,

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eⓂ️b leu 3. PfaW.6.2.ffealme OZorcl, caulgive rny Torments ease .Ifv-ffemes are veacit;rrsfvre mylfca/tA &Jboa BOOK III.—EMBLEM III. Psalm VI. 2. Have mercy, Lord, upon me, for I am weak ; OLord, heal me, for my bones are vexed. SOUL. JESUS. Soul. Ah ! Son of David, help. Jes. What sinful cry Implores the Son of David ? Soul. It is I. Jes. Who art thou ? Soul. Oh ! a deeply wounded breast Thats heavy laden, and would fain have rest. Jes. I have no scraps, and dogs must not be fed,Like household children, with the childrens bread. Soul. True, Lord; yet tolerate a hungry whelpTo lick their crumbs : O, Son of David, help. Jes. Poor soul, what ailst thou ? Soul. 0 I burn, 1 fry; 1 cannot rest; I know not where to fly,To find some ease; I turn my blubberd factFrom man to man; I roll from place to place; 136 EMBLEMS. BOOK III. T avoid my tortures, to obtain relief,But still am doggd and haunted with my grief:My midnight torments call the sluggish light,And, when the morning scome, th

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