Emblems Divine and Moral: Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of ManH. Trapp, 1777 - 289 pages |
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... Their hive contains No fweet that's worth thy pains ; There's nothing here , alas ! but empty combs . For trash and toys , 4 . And grief - engend'ring joys , What B 3 What torment feems too fharp for flesh and blood ! Book I. EMBLEM S. 17 .
... Their hive contains No fweet that's worth thy pains ; There's nothing here , alas ! but empty combs . For trash and toys , 4 . And grief - engend'ring joys , What B 3 What torment feems too fharp for flesh and blood ! Book I. EMBLEM S. 17 .
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... torment feems too fharp for flesh and blood ! What bitter pills , Compos'd of real ills , Men fwallow down , to purchase one falfe good ! The dainties here , 5 . Are leaft what they appear ; Though fweet in hopes , yet in fruition four ...
... torment feems too fharp for flesh and blood ! What bitter pills , Compos'd of real ills , Men fwallow down , to purchase one falfe good ! The dainties here , 5 . Are leaft what they appear ; Though fweet in hopes , yet in fruition four ...
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... torments want a date . Fond boy , be wife : let not thy thoughts be fed With Phrygian wisdom ; fools are wife too late : Beware betimes ; and let thy reafon fever [ never ; Those gates which paffion clos'd ; wake now or For if thou nod ...
... torments want a date . Fond boy , be wife : let not thy thoughts be fed With Phrygian wisdom ; fools are wife too late : Beware betimes ; and let thy reafon fever [ never ; Those gates which paffion clos'd ; wake now or For if thou nod ...
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... torment but in 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 ...
... torment but in 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 ...
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... torments of hell - fire : I play and laugh , as though I were already triumphing in the king- dom of heaven . EPIG . 7 . Get up , my foul ; redeem thy flavish eyes From drowsy bondage : O beware ; be wife : Thy foe's before thee ; thou ...
... torments of hell - fire : I play and laugh , as though I were already triumphing in the king- dom of heaven . EPIG . 7 . Get up , my foul ; redeem thy flavish eyes From drowsy bondage : O beware ; be wife : Thy foe's before thee ; thou ...
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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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