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Title: Emblems, divine and moral
Year: 1824 (1820s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644 Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663 Wilkins, W. Walker (William Walker)
Subjects: Emblems
Publisher: London : J. Robins
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
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er Makersskill,But idly sleeps unmovd, and standeth vainly still. Great God ! it is thy work, and therefore good:If thou be pleasd to cleanse it with thy blood,And wind it up with thy soul-moving keys,Her busy wheels shall serve thee all her days;Her hand shall point thy powr, her hammer strikethy praise. 64 EMBLEMS. BOOK IV. S. Bern. Ser. xxi. in Cant.Let us run : let us run, but in the savour of thyointments, not in the confidence of our merits, norin the greatness of our strength: we trust to run,but in the multitude of thy mercies; for though werun, and are willing, it is not in him that willeth,nor in him that runneth, but in God that showethmercy. O let thy mercy return, and we will run :thou, like a giant, runaest by thy own power; we,unless thy ointment breathe upon us, cannot run. Epig. 8.Look not, my watch, being once repaired, to standExpecting motion from thy Makers hand :Heas wound thee up, and cleansd thy clogs with blood;If now thy wheels stand still, thou art not good.
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Otkat mvfrnd impafsumdEeart could /iroi\For Thee, t/ie w*x;/7ie/s of a SistersZcr** / BOOK IV.—EMBLEM IX. Canticles VIII. 1. O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked thebreasts of my mother ! when I should find theewithout, I would kiss thee. Come, come my blessed Infant, and immure thee Within the temple of my sacred arms;Secure mine arms; mine arms shall, then, secure theeFrom Herods fury, or the high priests harms :Or if thy danger* d life sustain a loss,My folded arms shall turn thy dying cross. But, ah ! what savage tyrant can behold The beauty of so sweet a face as this is,And not himself be by himself control Id,And change his fury to a thousand kisses ?One smile of thine is worth more mines of treasureThan there be myriads in the days of Caesar. O, had the tetrarch, as he knew thy birth, So known thy stock, he had not sought to paddle VOL. II. k 66 EMBLEMS. BOOK IV. In. thy dear blood; but, prostrate on the earth,Had veild his crown before thy royal cradle,And laid the sc

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