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Such truths my crimes ! But Charity's soft | When lo, a figure of celestial mien veil

(Known indistinctly once, and faintly seen) Shall shade the hateful remuant of the tale. Approach'd me; fair and graceful as a queen. The daughter of a Symmachus 16 disdains Now, (strange to tell!) she seem'd of humaz Vindictive plaints and acrimonious strains; Make the solemnity of grief appear

And now, her form angust half reach'd the skies. Magnificently dumb, without a tear!

Sweet-smiling, with an accent soft she said, Brave as our sex, and as thy own resign'd; " Is this Boetius ? Or Boetius' shade? Unconquer'd, like thy beauty, be thy mind I- What sudden stroke of unexpected woe Wretch that I was, how dar'd I to complain ? Congeals thy tears, and wants the pow'r to fios? Heav'n's chastisements are never dealt in vain! Incapable of comfort or relief, In something, or my pride or frailty err’d, See a dumb image petrify'd with grief! And my just doom was certain, tho' deferr'd. Th' impetuous storin arose not by degrees, The mists of twilight-sunshine, and esteem, But bursts like harricanes on Adria's seas 24," Made me not greater grow, but greater seem. She spoke, and to my throbbing heart apply'd When I the paths of human grandeur trod, Her tender hand; “My son, my son," she Might not my alien heart diverge from God?


[ease; Might I not raise my kins-folk and my friends “Med'eines, and not complaints, thy pangs must From private reasons, and for private ends; False greatness, and false pride, are thy disease,» Exclusive of the better few, who stay

Tben with her other hand she touch'd my eyes, Far from the solar walk, and court's high-way 19 Soft, as when Zephyr's breath o'er roses dies: Might I not swell too much on earthly pow'r, Instant my sense return'd, restor'd and wbule, Man's ideot. play-thing, gewgaw of an hour? To re-possess its empire of the soul. Or might not false compliance, flatt'ry, art, So, when o'er Phoebus low-huug clouds prevail, Unhinge my truth, unchristianize my

beart? Sleep on each bill, and saddeni ev'ry dale; Wby nam'd I in these lines my wealth, my Sudden, np-springing from the north, invades race 18,

A purging wind, which first disturbs the shades; The consni's station, or the statesman's place; Thips the black phalanx; till with fury drir'n The confidence I gain'd, the trusts I bore?- Swift disappears the flying wreck of Hear'n: See, my heart sickers to review them more! To its own natire blue the sky refines, i oast as we will, dissemble as we can,

And the Sun's orb with double radiance shine: ". A pious peasant is the greater man.

The dame celestial mark'd with glad surprise How hard the contest, and how sharp the strife Recover'd reason lab'ring in my eyes, To part the great from pageantry of life! And, kindly smiling, said, or seem'd to say; To wcan the bearded infant from his toys, “ At length, my son, the intellectnal ray Vain bop•s, vain honours, and still vajner joys! | Just gleams the hopeful promise of a day. See the proud demi-god in triumph sit,

Patients like thee must cautiously be fed With nauseous incense chok'd, and hireling wit; With milk diluted, and intoxious bread : Hymn'd by a chorus of self-serving tools, Permit me then in gentlest strains to give The Nisroch 19 of his knaves, and calf 20 of Rules to die happy, and contented live; fools!

And, when thy stomach can strong food digest, I'll dwell no longer on this angry theme 21;- My prudence shall administer the rest*7. But sketch the moral picture of a dream ? I never leave my children on the road, One night, with grief o'er charg'd, with cares But lead each pilgrim to his blest abode 28 opprest,

“ Suflice it first this wholesorne truth t'im. Like a sick child, I moan'd myself to rest :


Coy Fortune's'absence stings thee to the heart : 16 Pretiosissimum generis humani decus Sym- A willing mistress to the young and bold, machus socer;

But scornful of the tim'rous and the old : Vir totus ex sapientia, virtutibusque factus. Mere lust of change compellid her to cashier

Boet, de Consolat. L. II, Pros. 4. Her best lov'd Pompey in his fiftieth year. Socer Symmachus, sanctus, atque actu ipso

23 L. I, Pros. 1, De Consolat. Philosoph. reverendus. Ibid. L. I, Pros. 4. 17" In chusing men who are to discharge the

24 De Consolat. Philosoph. L.), Pros. .

25 L, I, l'ros. 9. highest offices, the safest conduct is to take the man who goes out of his way in order to decline

28 Tunc me discussa liquerunt nocte tenebie, it, and not the man who intrudes boldly for it.”

Luninibusque prior rediit vigor.
St. Bernard.

Ut cum præcipiti giumerantur sidera Com 18 See the early part of the epistle.

Nimbosisque polus stetit imbribus: 19 o kings, ch. xix, v. 37.

Sollatet, ac nondum ccelo venientibus astris 3) Exod. ch. xxxii, v. 4, 1 Kings, ch. xii, v.

Desuper in terrain nox funditur.

llanc, si Threicio Boreas emissas ab antro 21 De sceleribus ac fraudibus delatorum recte

Verberet, & clausum reserat diem; tu quidem striction atlingendum putasti, quod ea Emicat & subito vibratus lumine Phæbus, melinis uberiusque recognoscentis omnia vulgi ce

Mirantes oculos radiis ferit. lubrentur. Philosophia loquitur, L. 1, Pros. 5. 22 What follows is extracted from the Philoso

L. I, Metr. 3

27 L. I, Pros. 2. phical Consulation of Boetius,

2- L. I, Pros. 3.


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life ;

'The frowns of a capricious jilt you mourn,

“ A farther weakness in thy heart I read; Who's thine or mine, and ev'ry man's by turn : Thy prison shocks thee with unusual dread : Were Fortune crpstant, she's no more the same, Dark solitude thy wav'ring mind appalis, But, chang'd iu species, takes another name. Dainp Moors, and low hung roofs, and naked Say, when that prodigy of falsehood smil'd,

walls. And all the sorceress thy heart beguild; Yet here the mind of Socrates could soar; When ev'ry joy that full possession gave

And, being less than man, he rose to more. Rose to the highest relish man can crave;

Wish not to see new hosts of clients wait Wast thou then happy to thy soul's desire ? - In rows submissive through vast rooms of state ; Something to seek, and something to require, Nor, on the litter of coarse rushes spread, Still, still perplex'd thee, unforeseen before.- Lament the absence of thy downy bed : Thy draughts were mighty, but thy dropsy more30. Nor grieve thou, that thy plunderd books afford 'Tis granted, Fortune's vanish'd-and what then? No consolation to their exil'd lord : Thou’rt still as truly rich as all good men: Read thy own heart35; its motions nicely scan; Thy mind's thy own; (if that be calm and There's a sufficient library for man36. ev'n!)

And yet a nobler volume still remains ; Thy faith in Providence, thy funds in Heav'n. The book of Providence all truths contains : The Indian only took her jingling bells,

For ever useful, and for ever clear, Her rags of silk, and trumpery of shells :

To all men open, and to all men wear: Virtue's a plunder of a cumb’rous make,

By tyrants unsuppress'd, untouch'd by fire; She cannot, and she does not chuse to take31.- Old as mankind, and with mankind t'expire37. Accept the inconstant, if she deigns to stay; “ Next, what aggrieves thee most, is loss of And, if she leaves thee, speed her on the way :

fame, For where's the diff'rence, mighty reas'ner, say, And the chaste pride of a once spotless name: When man by death of all things is bereft, But mark, my son, the truths I shall impart, If he leaves Fortune, or by Fortune's left32 ? And grave them on the tablets of thy heart: Fortune to Galba's door the diadem brought; The first keen stroke th' unfortunate shall find, The door was clos'd, and other sons she sought : Is losing the opinion of mankiod38 : Fortune's a woman, over fond or blind;

Slander and accusation take their rise A step-dame now, and now a mother kind. From thy declining fortunes, not thy vice. " Eschew the lust of pow'r, and pride of How rarely is a poor man highly deem'd;

Or a rich upstart villain dis-esteem'd? One jarring mass of counter-working strife ! From chilly shades the gnats of fortune run Vain hopes, which only idiot minds employ ; To buz in heat and twinkle in the sun; And fancy builds for fancy to destroy !

Till Heav'n (at Heav'n's appvinted season kind,) All must be wretched who expect too much ; Sweeps off th’Egyptian plague with such a wind, Life's chymic gold proves recreant to the touch. That not one blood sucker is left behind. “ The man who fears, nor hopes for earthly Boast not, nor grieve at good or evil fame29: things,

Be true to God, and thou art still the same. Disarms the tyrant, and looks down on kings: Man cannot give thee virtues thou hast not, Whilst the depending, craving, flattring slave, Nor steal the virtues thou hast truly got. Makes his own chain that drags him to the “ And what's the applause of learning or of

wit? The goddess now, with mild and sober grace Critics uuwrite whate'er the author writ: Inclining, look'd me stedfast in the face. “Thy exile next sits heavy on thy mind ;

Ubicunque Virtus; Thy pomp, thy wealth, thy villas, left behind, Heic, puto, templum est. Ah, quit these nothings to the hungry tribe ;

Jac. Balde Odæ. States cannot banish thee; they may proscribe. Heav'n, to men well dispos'd, is ev'ry where, The good man's country is in ev'ry clime,

Dr. Dunne. His God in ev'ry place, at ev'ry time;

35 “ There are two lessons which God instille In civiliz'd, or in barbarian lands,

every day into the faithful: the one is, to see Wherever Virtue breathes, an altar stands3!! their own faults: the other is, to comprehend the

divine goodness."

Thom. à Kemp. 23 Intelligo multiformes illius prodigii fucos. 36 “The best looking-glass wherein to see thy

L. II, Pros. 1. God is perfectly to see thyself.” & Largis cum potius muneribus fluens

Hugo de Anima. Sitis ardescit habendi. L. II, Metr. 2. 37 L, I, Pros. 4. Boetius. 31 L. II, Pros. 1.

38 At vero hic etiam nostris malis cumulus 32 Quid igitur referre putes, tunè illam mo- accedit, quod existimatio plurimorum non rerum ricendo deseras, an te illa fugiendo?

merita, sed fortunæ spectat eventum ; eaque

Lib. II, Pros. 3. tantum judicat esse provisa, quæ felicitas com# Quisquis composito serenus avo

mendaverit. Quo fit, ut existimatio bona, prima Nec speres aliquid, vec extimescas,

omnium deserat infelices. Exarmaveris iinpotentis iram.

Boetius, Ibid. At quisquis trepidus pavet, vel optat,

39 Si vis beatas esse, cogita hoc primum, Nectit, qua valeat trahi, catenam.

contemnere et contemni; nondum es felix, si te Boet, L. 1.

turba non deriserit. L I, Pros. 5, Boetius.

Antisthenis Dictum.

grave 33.


To a new fate this second life must yield, Thy life's last hour (nor is it far from thee) And death will twice be inaster of the field 10, Is the last hour of human misery.

“Nor grieve, nor murmur, norindulgedespair, Extremes of grief or joy are rarely gir'n, To see the villain cloth’d, and good man bare ; And last as rarely, by the will of Hear'n." To see impiety with pomp entbron'd ;

So spake Philosophy, and upwards flew, (Virtue unsought for, honesty unown'd:) Inspiring confidence as she withdrew. Heav'n's dispensations no man can explore; Here jet my just resentments cease to flow, In this, to fathom God, is to be more !

Here let me close my elegies of woe. Meer man but guesses the divine decree;

Rusticiana, fairest of the fair, The most the Stagyrite himself could see, My present object, and my future care; Was the faint glimm’ring of contingency. Be mindful of iny children, and tby vows:Yet deem not rich men happy, nor the


And ('gainst thy judgment) Odefend thy spouse, Unprosp'rous; wait th' event, and judge no more. My children are my other self to thee :True safety to leav'n's childien must belong: Heav'n you distrust if you lament for me. With God the rich are weak, the poor are strong. Weep not my fate : is man to be deplor'd, Tbirrevocable sanction stands prepar'd ; From a dark prison to free air restor'd? Vice has its curse, and virtue its reward 41. Admir'd by friends, and envy'd by my foes, Conscience, man's centinel, forbids to stray, I die, when glory to the highest rose. Nor shows us the great gulf for Heav'n's high. I've mounted to the summit of a ball;

a way.

If I go further, I descend, or fall. " To serve the great, and aggrandise our pride, Hail death, thou lenient cordial of relief; We barter honour, and our faith beside :

Preventive of my shame and of my grief! Mindless of future bliss, and heav'nly fame, Kind Nature crops me in full virtue's bloom +4, We strip and sell the Christian to the name. Not left to shrink and wither for the tomb. Ambition, like the sea by teinpests tost,

Sheil not a tear, but vindicate thy pow'r, Still makes new conquests for old conquests lost : Enrich'd like Egypt's soil without a show'r. Court-favours lie abure the common road Fortune, which gave too much, did soon repiue, By modesty and humble virtue trod;

There was no solstice in a course like mine. Like trees on precipices, they display

With calmness I my bleeding death behold; Fair fruit, whiih nope can reach but birds of Suns set in crimson-streams to rise in gold. prey.

Farewell, and may Heav'n's bounty heap on "All men from want, as from contagion, Ay;

thee, They weary Earth, and importune the sky; (As more deserving, what it takes from me 4! — Gain riches, and yet 'scape not poverty : That peace, which inade thy social virtues shine, The onxe mean soul preserves its earthly part, The peace of conscience, and the peace aivine, The beggar's flatt'ry, and the beggar's heart. Be ever, O) thou best of women, thine! “In spite of titles, glory, kindred, pelf,

Forgive, Almighty Pow'r, this worldly part; Lov'st thou an object better than thyself? These last convulsions of an husband's heari: You answer, No.-If that, my son, be true, Give us thy self; and teach our minds to ste Then give to God the thanks to Gori are due. The Saviour and the l'araclete in thee! No man is cround the fav’rite of the skies, Tall Heav’n bis faith by sharp affliction tries : Nor chains, disgrace, nor tvrants can control Th' ability to save th’immortal soul.

RELIGIOUS MELANCHOLY, How oft did Seneca deplore his fate, Debarr'd that recollection which you bale!

AN EMELEMATICAL ELEGY. How often did Papinian waste his breath T'implore like your's, a pausing time for Shall not every one mourn that dwelleth therein?

Amos, ch. viii, v. 8. death 42?“ Place in thy sight leav'a's confessors ie.

I did mourn as a dove; mine eyes failed with

looking upwards. And sufier with humility of mind: [signed,

Isaiah, ch. xxxviii, 1. 14. As thy prosperities pass'd swift away,

Fear not thou, my servant, saith the Lord; for Just so thy grief shall make a transient stay *3.

I am with thee. I will not make a full end 40 Cum sera vobis rapiet hoc etium dies,

of thee; but correct thee in measure. Jam vos secunda mors manet.

Jer, ch. xlvi, v. ult. Boetius, L. II, Metr. 7. 41 Si ea quæ paulo ante conclusa sunt, in-existimas, quoniam qur tone læta videbantur, convulsa sequantur, ipso de cujus nunc regno abièrunt: non est quod te miserum putes, quoloquimur, auctore cognosces, semper quidem niam, quæ nunc creduntur næsta, prætereunt." potentes bonos esse, malos vero abjectos semper

blem, L. II, Pros. 3. & imbecilles; nec sine pæna unquam esse vitia,

Raperis, non indigus ævi, nec sine præmio virtutes; bonis felicia, malis

Non nimius.

Star. semper infortunata contingere. Boetius, L. IV, Prosa 1,

45 Pars animæ rictura meæ, cui linquere De Consolat. Philosoph.

possem, Qui semina virtù, fama raccoglie.

o Utinam! quo dura mihi rapit Atropos 42 Boet. L. II, Pros. 5.


Stat. Sylvie 13 Quod si idcirco te fortunantum esse non


particular places, where I discover neither boldIt is to he hoped the reader will pardon me, if ness nor invention.--I owe also to Fenton the I take the liberty of prefixing to this elegy a participle meandered; and to Sir W. D’Aveslight advertisement, instead of inserting what

uant the latinism of funeral ilicet. i ght seen ivo long for a note in the body of the As to compound epithets, those ambitiosa orpoem.

namenta 3 of modern poetry, Dryden has devis. Haring rentured (and I am sure it is licentia ed a few of them, with equal diffidence and suimpia pudenter !,) to introduce three or four cantion ; but those few are exquisitely beautiner expressions in a volume of near five thou-ful. Mr. Pope seized on them as family diasanil lives, and one, namely, dew-tinged ray, in moncs, and added thereto an equal nuinber, the present elegy, I thought myself obliged to dug from his own inines, and heightened by his make some apology on that subject; since all own polishing. innovations in poets like me, (who can only pre

Compound epithets first came into their great ter.d to a certain degree of mediocrity) are more

voque about the year 1599. Shakespeare and or less of an atfected cast, and rarely to be ex

Ben Jonson both ridiculed the ostentations and cused ; inasmuch aj sve have the vanity to teach immoderate use of them, in their prologuies to others what we do not thoroughly understand Troilus and ('ressida and to Every Man in his ourselves.

Humour. By the above-named prologues it also And here permit me to call that language of appears, that boinbast grew fashionable about the ours classical Eglish, which is to be found in a same era. Now in both instances an affected taste few chosen writers inclusively from the times of is the same as a fa’se taste. The author of HieroSpencer till the death of Mr. Pope; for false Dimo (who as I may venture to assure the render, retirements, after a language has arisen to a was one John Smith 4) first led up the dance. Then certain degree of perfection, give reasons to sus- came the bold and self-sufficient translator of Du pect that a language is upon the decline. The Bartas", who broke down all the flood-gates of same circumstances have happened formerly, the true strea!n of cluquence (which formerly and the event has been almost invariably the preserved the river clear, within due bounds, and same. Compare Statius and Claudian with Vir- full to its banks) and, like the rat in the LWgilaod Herace: and vet the former was, if one Country dikes, mischievously or wantonly de.' may so speak, iminediate beir at law to the luged the whole lan). latter.

Of innovated phrases and wor's; of words I have known some of my cotemporary poets revived; of compound epithets, &c, I may one (and tho enot very voluminous writers) who have day or other say more, in a distinct criticism oss c ined iheir one or two hundred words a man; Dryden's poetry. It shall therefore only suffice whereas Dryueu and Pope davised only abut

to observe bere, that our two great poerical mis, threescore words between them; inany of which ters never thought that the interposition of an were compound epithets : but most of the words byphen, without just grounds and reasons, made wich they introduced into our language pruved a cimpound epithet. On the contrary, it was in the event to be vigorous and perennial plants, their opinion, and to this opinion their practice being husen and raised from excellent offsets 2. was conformable) that such an on should only be - Inded the former author revived also a great

made between two nouns, as patriot-king, ideotnuinber of ancient words and expressions; and laugh, &c.--or between an adjective and noun, this he did (beginning at Chaucer) with so much or noun and adjective, vice versa, or an adjec. delicacy of choice, and in a manner so compre- tive and participle; as laughter-loving, cloudbensive, ihat he left the later author (who was compelling, rosy-ungered, &c.-- is also by an in that po'it equally judicious and sagacious) advero used as part of an adjective, as you may very little to do, or next to nothing.

see in the words well-couscocted, well-digested, Some few of Dryden's revived words I have &c.—But nerer by a full real adverb and adjecpresumei to continue ; of which take the follow- tive, as inly-pining, sadly-musing, and, to make jog instances; as gridéline, filinont, and car- free with myself, (though I only did it by way of mine, (with reference to colours, anil mixtures irony) my expression of simply-marry'l epiof colours ;) cymar, eygre, trine, EYPHKA, pa- thels, of which sort of novelties modern puéraclete, panoply, rood, dorp, eglantine, orisons, try chietly consists. Nor should such comaspirations, &c. I inention this, lest any one pound epithets be looked upon as the poet's should be anyry with me, or pleased with me in making; for they owe their existence to the com

positor of the press, and the intervention of an " Horat.

hyphen, ? I must here make one exception. Dryelen Much of the same analogy by which Dryden showed some weakness, in anglicising common and Pope guided themselves in the present case, French words, and those not over elegant, when may be seen in the pures Greek and Roman lanat the same time we had synonymous words of guages : but all the hyphens in the world, (supolir oan growth. Thus, fir example, he intro. posing hyphens had been then known) would not duced leveé, concheé, boutefell, simagrez, fra- hare truly joined together the dulce ridentem, or cheur, fuugne, &c. Nur was he more lucky in , dulce loquentem, of Horace. the Italian falsare:

In a word, some few precautions of the prehis shield

3 Horat. Was falsify'd, and round with jav’lins All’d.

4 Jonn Sinith writ also the Hector of Germany. Dryden's Virg.

5 Joshua Sylvester.


sert kind are not unnecessary: English poetry | Orion added noise to dumb despair, begins to grow capricious, fantastical, and af- And rent with hurricanes the driving air; fectedly luxuriant; and therefore (as Augustus And last Absinthion S bis dire influence shed said of Haterius) susaminari paululùm debet. Full on the heart, and fuller on the head.

Oft have we sought (and fruitless oft) to gain

A short parenthesis 'twixt pain and pain;

But, sick’ning at the cheerfulness of light,

The soul has languish'd for th’approach of night: AN EMBLEMATICAL ELEGY,

Again, immerst in shades, we stem to say, Pains and diseases ; stripes and labour too!! O day-spring 9! glcam thy promise of a day lo. ** What more could Edom and proud Ashur do?" On this side death th' unhappy sure are curst, Scourge after scourge, and blows succeeding Who sigh for change, and think the present blows?

worst : Lord, has thy hand no mercy, and our woes

Who weep unpity'd, groan without relief; No intermission? Gracious Being, please

". There is no end nor measure of their grief!" To calm our fears, and give the body ease! The happy have waste twelve-months to bestow; The poor man, and the slave of ev'ry kind, (find: But those can spare all time, who live in woe! 'Midst pains and toils may gleams of comfort Whose liveliest hours are misery and thrall; But wbo can bear the sickness of the mind > Whose food is wormwood, and whose drink is The pow'r of Melancholy mounts the throne,

gall". And makes the realıns of wisdom half her own : Banish their grief, or ease their irksome load; Not David's lyre, with David's voice conjoia'd, Ephraim, at length, was favour'd by his God. Can drive th' oppressive phantom from the Ab, what is man, that demi.god on Earth? mind 3?

Proud of his knowledge, glorying in his birth; No more the Sun delights, nor lawns, nor trees;

Profane corrector of th' Almighty's laws, The rernal blossoms, or the summer's breeze, Full of th’effect, forgetful of the cause ! No longer Echo inakes the dalıs rejoice

Why boast of reason, and yet reason ill? With sportive sounds, and pictures of a roice 4: Why talk of choice, yet follow erring will? Tb'aċrial choir, which sung so soft and clear, Why vaunt our liberty, and prove the slave Now grates harsh music to the froward ear: Of all ainbition wants, or follies crare? The gently murm'ring rills offend from far, This is the lot of him, suruam'd the wise, And emulate the clangour of a war:

Who lives mistaken, and inistaken dies! Books have no wit, the liveliest wits have none; The sick less happy, and yet happier lire; And hope, the last of ev'ry friend, is gone!

For pains and maladies are God's reprieve : Nor rest nor joy to Virtue's self are giv'n,

This respite, 'twixt the grave and cradle giv'n, Till the disease is rectify'd by Heav'n.

Is th’interpos'd parenthesis of Heav'n! And yet this Iliad of intestine woes (So frail is man) from seeming nothings rose : Scripture-astronomy these three were all watery A drop of acrid juice, a blast of air,

signs, and emblematical of grief. The fourth 'Th'obstruction of a tube as fine as hair;

constellation, named Orion, threatened manOr spasm within a labyrinth of threads, kind with hurricanes and tempests. Sandys un More subtile far than those the spider spreads s. derstood the passage in the same manner as !

What sullen planet rul'd our hapless birth, do. See his excellent Paraphrase on Job, folio, Averse from joys, and enemy of mirth?

page 49, London 1637. Mention is again made Wat’ry Arcturus in a luckless place

of the Seren Stars, (Pleiades) and of Orion, South'd 6, and portended tears to all our race: Amos, ch. v, v. 8—and Job, cb. ix, v. 9. With him the weeping Pleiades conjoin,

8 The star of bitterness, called Wormwood, and Mazzaroth made up the mournful trine ? : Rev. ch. viii, v. 10.

9 Job, ch. xxxvili, v. 12. Luke, ch. 1, v. 78. 1 The hint of this emblem is taken from our l'Ayatoas lig infos. This poetical word, day. tenerable and religious puet F. Quarles, L. III, spring, expressing the dawn of morning, has Embl. 4. Mr. Dryden used to say, that Quarles been never adopted by our poets, as far as be exceeiled him in the facility of rhyming.

can recollect. Quarles's book, and the emblematical prints 10 Deut. ch. xxviii, v. 66, 67. therein contained, are chiefly taken from the And thy life shall hang in doubt before Pia Desideria of Hugo Hermannus. The en thee, and thou shalt fear day and night, ani gravings were originally designed by that cele- shalt have no assurance of thy life. In the brated artist C. Van Sichem.

morning thou shalt say, Would God it were ever! ? Dan. ch. iv, v. 34.

and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were 1 Sam. ch. xvi, v. 23.

morning! For the fear of thine beart wherewith 1 Agreeably to this, is a lovely piece of ima- thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes gery in the holy Scriptures.

wherewith thou shalt see." See also Job, ch. illo ** The Earth mourneth and languisheth; Lebanon is ashamed, and hewn down; Sharon is 11 Jerem. ch. xxiii, v. 15. like a wilderness; Bashan and Carmel shake off 12 Ibid. ch. xxxi, v. 20. • Ephraim is my their fruits.''

Isajah, ch, xxxiii, v. 9. dear son ;-fur, since I spake against him, I do s Isaiah, ch. lix, v. 5.

earnestly remember bim still: therefore my • South'd, a received term in astrology, bowels are troubled for him: I will surely have 7 Job, ch, *xxviii v. 31, 32. According to mercy upon him, saith the Lord.”



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