Emblems Divine and Moral: Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of ManH. Trapp, 1777 - 289 pages |
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... hope for better times and better things when every human fcience fhall be made fubfervient to divine ; when the invaluable know- ledge of the facred writings " fhall have its due place and due honor ; and when QUARLES'S EMBLEMS fhall ...
... hope for better times and better things when every human fcience fhall be made fubfervient to divine ; when the invaluable know- ledge of the facred writings " fhall have its due place and due honor ; and when QUARLES'S EMBLEMS fhall ...
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... hopes are , that it will please the best , and , among them , you . Toyifh airs please trivial ears ; they kifs the fancy , and betray it . They cry Hail , first ; and after , Crucify let daws delight to immerd themselves in dung ...
... hopes are , that it will please the best , and , among them , you . Toyifh airs please trivial ears ; they kifs the fancy , and betray it . They cry Hail , first ; and after , Crucify let daws delight to immerd themselves in dung ...
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... hope for honey from a neft of wafps ? Thou may'ft as well Go feek for eafe in hell , Or sprightly nectar from the mouths of asps . The world's a hive , 2 . From whence thou can'ft derive No good , but what thy foul's vexation brings ...
... hope for honey from a neft of wafps ? Thou may'ft as well Go feek for eafe in hell , Or sprightly nectar from the mouths of asps . The world's a hive , 2 . From whence thou can'ft derive No good , but what thy foul's vexation brings ...
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... hopes , yet in fruition four : The fruit that's yellow , Is found not always mellow ; The fairest tulip's not the sweetest flow'r . 6 . Fond youth , give o'er , And vex thy foul no more In feeking what were better far unfound ; Alas ...
... hopes , yet in fruition four : The fruit that's yellow , Is found not always mellow ; The fairest tulip's not the sweetest flow'r . 6 . Fond youth , give o'er , And vex thy foul no more In feeking what were better far unfound ; Alas ...
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... Good God ! that frantic mortals fhould destroy Their higher hopes , and place their idle joy Upon fuch airy trash , upon fo light a toy ! 1 B.I.Emb.4 : Quis levior ? cui plus ponderi addit Amor 3 Thou 20 Book I. EMBLEM S. IV. ...
... Good God ! that frantic mortals fhould destroy Their higher hopes , and place their idle joy Upon fuch airy trash , upon fo light a toy ! 1 B.I.Emb.4 : Quis levior ? cui plus ponderi addit Amor 3 Thou 20 Book I. EMBLEM S. IV. ...
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