Emblems, Divine and Moral

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R. Carter, 1857 - Emblems - 323 pages

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Page 95 - Enter ye in at the strait gate : for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat : because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, that leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it...
Page 242 - She likes at morning what she loaths at night : She bows to honour ; then she lends an ear To that sweet swan-like voice of dying pleasure, Then tumbles in the scatter'd heaps of treasure; Now flatter'd with false hope ; now...
Page 249 - 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 theel Or what's my mother or my nurse to me?
Page 251 - In having all things, and not thee, what have I? Not having thee, what have my labours got? Let me enjoy but thee, what further crave I? And having thee alone, what have I not? I wish nor sea nor land ; nor would I be Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of thee.
Page 250 - My careful purveyor; she provides me store; She walls me round; she makes my diet greater; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore: But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me?
Page 80 - False world, thou ly'st : thou canst not lend The least delight : Thy favours cannot gain a friend, They are so slight : Thy morning pleasures make an end To please at night : Poor are the wants that thou supply'st, And yet thou vaunt'st, and yet thou vy'st With heaven: fond earth, thou boasts; false world, thou ly'st.
Page 81 - ... can say ? Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted clay : Thy cunning can but pack the cards, Thou canst not play : Thy game at weakest, still thou vy'st ; If seen, and then revy'd, deny'st : Thou art not what thou seem'st ; false world, thou ly'st.
Page 33 - Woe unto you that are full ! for ye shall hunger. Woe unto you that laugh now! for ye shall mourn and weep.
Page 250 - To heaven's high city I direct my journey, Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye ; Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney, Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky : But what is heaven, great God, compared to Thee ' Without Thy presence heaven's no heaven to me.
Page 163 - O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end!

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