Emblems Divine and Moral: Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of ManH. Trapp, 1777 - 289 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 19
... Cupid , are thy fhafts already made ? And feeking honey to fet up thy trade , True emblem of thy fweets ! Thy bees do bring Honey in their mouths , but in their tails a fting . PSALM IV . PSALM lxii . 29 . To be laid BOOK I. 19 EMBLEMS ...
... Cupid , are thy fhafts already made ? And feeking honey to fet up thy trade , True emblem of thy fweets ! Thy bees do bring Honey in their mouths , but in their tails a fting . PSALM IV . PSALM lxii . 29 . To be laid BOOK I. 19 EMBLEMS ...
Σελίδα 20
... Cupid , put another in ; And yet another : ftill there's under - weight : Put in another hundred put again ; : Add world to world ; then heap a thousand more To that ; then , to renew thy wasted store , Take up more worlds on truft , to ...
... Cupid , put another in ; And yet another : ftill there's under - weight : Put in another hundred put again ; : Add world to world ; then heap a thousand more To that ; then , to renew thy wasted store , Take up more worlds on truft , to ...
Σελίδα 23
... Cupid's twang , or curfe his flaming dart ; " The boy had then but callow wings , And fell Erinnys ' scorpions had no ftings : . • Wittal , i , e . a cuckold . The The better - acted world did move Upon the fixed Book I. EMBLEM S. 23.
... Cupid's twang , or curfe his flaming dart ; " The boy had then but callow wings , And fell Erinnys ' scorpions had no ftings : . • Wittal , i , e . a cuckold . The The better - acted world did move Upon the fixed Book I. EMBLEM S. 23.
Σελίδα 25
... Cupid , muft the world be lash'd fo foon ? But made at morning , and be whipt at noon ? ' Tis like the wag that plays with Venus ' doves , The more ' tis lafh'd , the more perverse it proves . VOL . I. C ECCLES . VI . ECCLES . ii . 17 ...
... Cupid , muft the world be lash'd fo foon ? But made at morning , and be whipt at noon ? ' Tis like the wag that plays with Venus ' doves , The more ' tis lafh'd , the more perverse it proves . VOL . I. C ECCLES . VI . ECCLES . ii . 17 ...
Σελίδα 30
... Cupid's dart ; Behold thy type : thou fitt'ft upon this ball Of earth , fecure ; while death , that flings at all , Stands arm'd to ftrike thee down , where flames attend [ thy fall . S. BERN . S. BERN . Security is no - where : neither ...
... Cupid's dart ; Behold thy type : thou fitt'ft upon this ball Of earth , fecure ; while death , that flings at all , Stands arm'd to ftrike thee down , where flames attend [ thy fall . S. BERN . S. BERN . Security is no - where : neither ...
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art thou AUGUST bafe baſe becauſe beft behold BERN blaft bleffed blood breaft breath caft Canft thou CANTICLES crown Cupid dart dear world death defire delight difdain doft thou doth earth EPIG eternal Ev'n fo ev'ry eyes facred fafely faft falfe fcorn fear fecure feek feeming fenfe fhades fhall fhould fire flames flave fleep fleſh flow'r fmile fnares fome fool foon forrow fpirit fpring ftand ftill ftreams ftrength fuch fweet glory grief hand hath heart heav'n joys Juftice laft lefs let thy light loft Lord luft meaſure mercy miferable mirth moft moſt muft muſt ne'er night paffion pains Pfalm pleaſe pleaſure pow'r prefent PSALM reft ſhall Soliloq ſpent taper tears thee thefe theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thoughts thouſand thy foul torments treaſure truft wafte wanton Whilft whofe whoſe wings worfe wound
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Σελίδα 157 - My flesh trembleth for fear of thee; and I am afraid of thy judgments.
Σελίδα 171 - you had as good leave off, and strive no farther ; for if, indeed, you should not be elected and chosen of God, there is no hope of your being saved ; for it is neither in him that willeth nor in him that runneth, but in God who showeth mercy.
Σελίδα 121 - WHY dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Does that eclipsing hand so long deny The sunshine of thy soul-enlivening eye? Without that light, what light remains in me ? Thou art my life, my way, my light ; in thee I live, I move, and by thy beams I see. Thou art my life ; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my way; Without thee, LORD, I travel not, but stray. My light thou art ; without thy glorious sight, My eyes are darkened with perpetual night. My GOD, thou art my way,...
Σελίδα 122 - But life? And where is life but in thine eye? And yet thou turn'st away thy face, and fly'st me; And yet I sue for grace, and thou deny'st me; Speak, art thou angry, Lord, or only try'st me?
Σελίδα 154 - ALL, thou art my rest, my home ; My way is tedious, and my steps are slow : Reach forth thy helpful hand, or bid me come ; I am thy child, O teach thy child to go : Conjoin thy sweet commands to my desire, And I will venture, though I fall or tire.
Σελίδα 200 - I'm his by penitence, he mine by grace; I'm his by purchase, he is mine by blood! He's my supporting elm, and I his vine; Thus I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine. He gives me wealth, I give him all my vows; I give him...
Σελίδα 121 - Thou art my life; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my way; Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but stray. My light thou art; without thy glorious sight, Mine eyes are dark'ned with perpetual night: My God, thou art my way, my life, my light.
Σελίδα 208 - I LOVE, and have some cause to love, the earth : She is my Maker's creature, therefore good : She is my mother, for she gave me birth ; She is my tender nurse ; she gives me food : But what's a creature, Lord, compared with thee ? Or what's my mother, or my nurse to me ? I love the air : her dainty sweets refresh My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me ; Her...
Σελίδα 200 - I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine. He is my altar; I, his holy place; I am his guest, and he my living food; I'm his by penitence, he mine by grace; I'm his by purchase, he is mine by blood! He's my supporting elm, and I his vine; Thus I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine.
Σελίδα 104 - Her broken flags, preparing t' overlook The tim'rous mallard at the sliding brook, Jets oft from perch to perch ; from stock to ground ; From ground to window ; thus surveying round Her dove-befeather'd prison, till at length (Calling her noble birth to mind, and strength Whereto her wing was born) her ragged beak Nips off her jangling jesses, strives to break Her jingling fetters, and begins to bate At ev'ry...