Emblems Divine and Moral: Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of ManH. Trapp, 1777 - 289 pages |
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... She cloathes deftruction in a formal kifs , And lodges death in her deftructive smiles ; She hugs the foul fhe hates ; and there does prove The very'ft tyrant , where the vows to love ; And is a ferpent moft , when moft she seems a dove ...
... She cloathes deftruction in a formal kifs , And lodges death in her deftructive smiles ; She hugs the foul fhe hates ; and there does prove The very'ft tyrant , where the vows to love ; And is a ferpent moft , when moft she seems a dove ...
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... She makes thee feeming rich , but truly poor : She boasts a kernel , and bestows a fhell ; Performs an inch of her fair - promis'd ell : Her words proteft a heav'n ; her works produce an 5 . O thou , the fountain of whofe better part Is ...
... She makes thee feeming rich , but truly poor : She boasts a kernel , and bestows a fhell ; Performs an inch of her fair - promis'd ell : Her words proteft a heav'n ; her works produce an 5 . O thou , the fountain of whofe better part Is ...
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... she is led A fair attended bride to a false bankrupt's bed .. 5 . Pull , gracious Lord ! Let not thine arm forfake The world impounded in her own devices : Think of that pleasure that thou once did't take Amongst the lilies and fweet ...
... she is led A fair attended bride to a false bankrupt's bed .. 5 . Pull , gracious Lord ! Let not thine arm forfake The world impounded in her own devices : Think of that pleasure that thou once did't take Amongst the lilies and fweet ...
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... puff out this light , She'll do a favour that intends a fpite : T feems dark abroad ; but , take this light away , Thy windows will difcover break o ' day . JAN B.I. Emb .. 15 . Debilitata Fides ; Terras REV . 52 Book . I. EM BLE M ́S .
... puff out this light , She'll do a favour that intends a fpite : T feems dark abroad ; but , take this light away , Thy windows will difcover break o ' day . JAN B.I. Emb .. 15 . Debilitata Fides ; Terras REV . 52 Book . I. EM BLE M ́S .
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... She fpends herself , and her , whofe wealth maintains Her weak , her idle rays . Cannot thy luftful blast , Which gave it luftre , make it laft ? [ fo faft ? What heart can long be pleas'd , where pleasure spends 3 : Go , wanton , place ...
... She fpends herself , and her , whofe wealth maintains Her weak , her idle rays . Cannot thy luftful blast , Which gave it luftre , make it laft ? [ fo faft ? What heart can long be pleas'd , where pleasure spends 3 : Go , wanton , place ...
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