Quarles' emblems, divine and moral- together with hieroglyphics of the life of man (1800) (14767900643)

Identifier: quarlesemblemsdi00quar (find matches)
Title: Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man
Year: 1800 (1800s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644
Subjects: Emblems
Publisher: London : Printed for Alex. Hogg
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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aflailOr prove an arm that will, that muft, prevail.IVe done, Tve done; thefe trembl ing hands have thrownTheir daring weapons down : the days thine own ;Forbear to ftrike, where thou haft won the field ^The palm, the palm is thine : I yield, 1 yield*Thefe treachVous hands, that were fo vainly boldTo try a thrivelefs * combat, and to holdSelf-wounding weapons up, are now extendedFor mercy from thy hand; that knee, that bendedUpon her guardleis guard f, doth now repentUpon this naked floor ; fee both are bent,And fue for pity : O my ragged woundIs deep and defprate, it is drenchM and drown*4In blood and briny tears : it doth beginTo flink without, and putrify within.Let that viftorious hand, that now appearsTuft in my blood, prove gracious to my tears :Thou great preferver of prefumptuous man.What ftiall I do ? What fatisfadion canpoor duft and afhes make ? O if that blood.That yet remains unihed, were half as good * Thrivelefs \ i, c. unrucccfsful.1; A term ia fencing. As BM-ZV/e/. ^
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Jol). -. 20.lord Ikat-^ .fin/id. vet Oh.relicje. mv Ctire.J^or set me CIS tiMark thv IVrath tv hxtr BooklIII. E M B L E MS. n^ As blood of oxen, if my death might beAn ofFring to atone my God and me, I would difdain injurious life, and ft^nd A fuitor to be wounded from thy hand. But may thy wrongs be meafured by the fpan Of life, or balanced with the blood of man ? No, no, eternal fin expecls for guerdon *, Eternal penance, or eternal pardon : Lay down thy weapons, turn thy wrath away. And pardon him that hath no price to pay ; Enlarge that foul, which bafe prefumption binds ; Thy juftice cannot ioofe what mercy finds; 0 thou that wilt not bruife the broken reed. Rub not my fores, nor prick the wounds that bleed. Lord, if th^l^peevifli infant fights and flies,. . With unpared weapons, at his mothers eyes. Her frowns (half mix*d with fmiles) may chance tq! An angry love-tick on his arm, or fo; (^fhew; Where, if the babe but make a lip and cry. Her heart begins to melt, and by-and-by Sh