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A15631	A collection of emblemes, ancient and moderne quickened vvith metricall illustrations, both morall and divine: and disposed into lotteries, that instruction, and good counsell, may bee furthered by an honest and pleasant recreation. By George VVither. The first booke.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.; Passe, Crispijn van de, ca. 1565-1637, engraver.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1635 (1635)	STC 25900A; ESTC S118583	146,635	294

LICET AEGRE ET FRVSTRA ILLVSTR. X● Book 1. EXperience proves that Men who trust upon Their Nat'rall parts too much oft lose the Day And faile in that which els they might have done By vainely trifling pretious Time away It also shewes that many Men have fought With so much Rashnesse those things they desir'd That they have brought most likely Hopes to nought And in the middle of their Courses tir'd And not a few are found who so much wrong Gods Gratiousnesse as if their thinkings were That seeing he deferres his Iudgements long His Vengeance he for ever would forbeare But such as these may see wherein they faile And what would fitter be for them to doe If they would contemplate the slow-pac'd Snaile Or this our Hieroglyphicke looke into For thence we learne that Perseverance brings Large Workes to end though slowly they creepe on And that Continuance perfects many things Which seeme at first unlikely to be done It warnes likewise that some Affaires require More Heed then Haste And that the Course we take Should suite as well our Strength as our Desire Else as our Proverbe saith Haste Waste may make And in a Mysticke-sense it seemes to preach Repentance and Amendment unto those Who live as if they liv'd beyond Gods reach Because he long deferres deserved Blowes For though Iust-Vengeance moveth like a Snaile And slowly comes her comming will not faile As to the World I naked came So naked-stript I leave the same ΠΑΝΤΑ ΛΕΛΟΙΠΑ ILLVSTR. XII Book 1. Thrice happy is that Man whose Thoughts doe reare His Minde above that pitch the Worldling flies And by his Contemplations hovers where He viewes things mortall with unbleared eyes What Trifles then doe Villages and Townes Large Fields or Flockes of fruitfull Cattell seeme Nay what poore things are Miters Scepters Crownes And all those Glories which Men most esteeme Though he that hath among them his Delight Brave things imagines them because they blinde With some false Lustre his beguiled fight He that 's above them their meane-Worth may finde Lord to that Blessed-Station me convey Where I may view the World and view her so That I her true Condition may survey And all her Imperfections rightly know Remember me that once there was a Day When thou didst weane me from them with content Ev'n when shut up within those Gates I lay Through which the Plague-inflicting Angel went And let me still remember that an Houre Is hourely comming on wherein I shall Though I had all the World within my powre Be naked stript and turned out of all But minde me chiefely that I never cleave Too closely to my Selfe and cause thou me Not other Earthly things alone to leave But to forsake my Selfe for love of Thee That I may say now I have all things left Before that I of all things am berest To him a happy Lot befalls That hath a Ship and pros'prous Gales REMIGIO VENTISQUE SECVNDIS ILLVSTR. XIII Book 1. NO wonder he a prosp'rous Voyage findes That hath both Sailes and Oares to serve his turne And still through meanes of some propitious Winds Is to his wished Harbour swiftly borne Nor is it much admir'd if they that lacke Those aydes on which the Common faith depends Are from their hoped aymes repelled backe Or made to labour for unfruitfull ends Yet neither in the Ship Wind Oares or Sailes Nor in the want of Outward meanes alone Consists it that our Hope succeedes or failes But most in that which Men least thinke upon For some endeavour and their Paines are blest With Gales which are so fortunate that they Fly safe and swiftly on among the best Whil'st others labour and are cast away Some others on this Worlds wide Ocean floate And neither Wind nor Tide assistant have Nor Saile nor Oare nor Anchor nor sound Boate Nor take so much as heede themselves to save And yet are safe A third sort then there are Who neither want fit Meanes nor yet neglect The painefull Industrie or honest Care Which Need requires yet find small good effect Therefore let that which you propose be Iust Then use the fairest Meanes to compasse it And though Meanes faile yet foster no mistrust But fearelesly to God your Course commit For Hee to Faithfull Hearts and Honest-Mindes Turnes Losse to Gaine and Stormes to prosp'rous Windes When Vice and Vertue Youth shall wooe T is hard to say which way 't will goe QVID SI SIC ILLVSTR. XXII Book 1. MY hopefull Friends at thrice five yeares and three Without a Guide into the World alone To seeke my Fortune did adventure mee And many hazards I alighted on First Englands greatest Rendevouz I sought Where VICE and VERTVE at the highest sit And thither both a Minde and Bodie brought For neither of their Services unfit Both woo'd my Youth And both perswaded so That like the Young man in our Emblem here I stood and cry'd Ah! which way shall I goe To me so pleasing both their Offers were VICE Pleasures best Contentments promist mee And what the wanton Flesh desires to have Quoth VERTVE I will Wisdome give to thee And those brave things which noblest Mindes doe crave Serve me said VICE and thou shalt soone acquire All those Atchievements which my Service brings Serve me said VERTVE and I le raise thee higher Then VICES can and teach thee better things Whil'st thus they strove to gaine me I espyde Grim Death attending VICE and that her Face Was but a painted Vizard which did hide The foul'st Deformity that ever was LORD grant me grace for evermore to view Her Vglinesse And that I viewing it Her Falsehoods and allurements may eschew And on faire VERTVE my Affection set Her Beauties contemplate her Love embrace And by her safe Direction runne my Race I pine that others may not perish And waste my Selfe their Life to cherish DVM NVTRIO CONSVMOR ILLVSTR. XV. Book 1. OBserve I pray you how the greedy Flame The Fewell on an Altar doth consume How it destroyeth that which feedes the same And how the Nourisher away doth fume For so it fares with Parents that uphold Their thriftlesse Children in unlawfull Pleasures With Cares it weares them out ere they are old And ere their Lives consume consumes their Treasures So fares it with such Wantons as doe feede Vnchast Desires for ev'ry day they grow Vntill their Longing's their Supplies exceede And quite devoure those men that fed them so So fares it with all those that spend their Youth In lab'ring to enrich ungratefull Men Who growing Great and Wealthy by their Truth Returne them Smoke and Ashes backe agen So fa●es it with good States-men who to keepe A thankelesse Common-wealth in happy Peace Deprive their Mindes of Rest their Eyes of Sleepe And waste themselves that others may encrease And so it fares with Men that passe away Their time in Studies and their Healths impaire That helps to other men become they may And their defective Knowledges repaire But let

beare Though they at last nor Wealth nor Credit gaine And such are all those Hypocrites who strive False Hearts beneath Faire spoken Words to hyde For they o'●evaile themselves but with a Sive Through which their purposes at length are spyde And then they either woefully-lament Their Bruitish-folly or so hardned grow In Sinning that they never can repent Nay jest and scoffe at their owne Overthrow But no false Vaile can serve when God will smite To save a Scorner or an Hypocrite Death is no Losse but rather Gaine For wee by Dying Life attaine MORS VITAE INITIVM ILLVSTR. XXI Book 1. I Will not blame those grieved Hearts that shed Becoming-teares for their departed Friends Nor those who sigh out Passions for the Dead Since on Good-natures this Disease attends When Sorrow is conceiv'd it must have Vent In Sighes or Moysture or the Heart will breake And much they aggravate our Discontent Who out of Season Reason seeme to speake Yet since our Frailty may require we should Remembrances admit to keepe us from Excesse in Griefe this Emblem here behold And take such Hope as may our Teares become The Wheat although a while it lyes in Earth And seemeth lost consumes not quite away But from that Wombe receives another Birth And with Additions riseth from the Clay Much more shall Man revive whose worth is more For Death who from our Drosse will us refine Vnto that other Life becomes the Doore Where we in Immortalitie shall shine When once our Glasse is runne we presently Give up our Soules to Death So Death must give Our Bodies backe againe that we thereby The Light of Life eternall may receive The Venom'd Sting of Death is tooke away And now the Grave that was a Place of Feare Is made a Bed of Rest wherein we may Lye downe in Hope and bide in safety there When we are Borne to Death-ward straight we runne And by our Death our Life is new-begunne When Vice and Vertue Youth shall wooe T is hard to say which way 't will goe QVO ME VERTĀ NESCIO ILLVSTR. XXII Book 1. MY hopefull Friends at thrice five yeares and three Without a Guide into the World alone To seeke my Fortune did adventure mee And many hazards I alighted on First Englands greatest Rendevouz I sought Where VICE and VERTVE at the highest sit And thither both a Minde and Bodie brought For neither of their Services unfit Both woo'd my Youth And both perswaded so That like the Young man in our Emblem here I stood and cry'd Ah! which way shall I goe To me so pleasing both their Offers were VICE Pleasures best Contentments promist mee And what the wanton Flesh desires to have Quoth VERTVE I will Wisdome give to thee And those brave things which noblest Mindes doe crave Serve me said VICE and thou shalt soone acquire All those A●chievements which my Service brings Serve me said VERTVE and I le raise thee higher Then VICES can and teach thee better things Whil'st thus they strove to gaine me I espyde Grim Death attending VICE and that her Face Was but a painted Vizard which did hide The foul'st Deformity that ever was LORD grant me grace for evermore to view Her Vglinesse And that I viewing it Her Falsehoods and allurements may eschew And on faire VERTVE my Affection set Her Beauties contemplate her Love embrace And by her safe Direction runne my Race By Paine on Pleasures we doe seize And we by Suff'rance purchase Ease PATIOR VT POTIAR ILLVSTR. XXIII Book 1. THe lick'rish Beare to rob the Honey-Bees Among their stinging-Swarms thrusts in his pawes Adventureth to climbe up hollow Trees And from their Cells the well fill'd Combes he drawes Right so the Sensuall Man that he may gaine His bruitish Lust a thousand perills dares And that his Lawlesse-will he may attaine Nor Conscience Credit Cost nor Labour spares 'T were shamefull basenesse therefore if that he Who knoweth Vertue and is thought her Lover Should so by any Perills frighted bee To make him such Affections to give-over For why should that Vaine-Crew whose Valour springs From beastly Fury or inflamed Passion Enabled be to compasse bolder things Then Sober-Wit and Grave-Consideration Or why should lisping Wantons for their Lust So much adventure as one finger there Where we our Lives in hazard would not thrust For Vertues Glory if it needfull were For though her Sweetnesse fast is closed in With many Thornes and such a Prickling-guard That we must smart before that Prize we winne The Paine is follow'd with a Rich Reward By Suff'ring I have more Contentment had Then ever I acquir'd by Slothfull Ease And I by Griefe so joyfull have beene made That I will beare my Crosse while God shall please For so at last my Soule may Ioy procure I care not in my Flesh what I endure Who by good Meanes good things would gaine Shall never seeke nor aske in vaine CONSEQVITUR QVODCVNQUE PETIT ILLVSTR. XXIIII Book 1. IN vaine faire Cynthia never taketh paines Nor faints in foll'wing her desired Game And when at any Marke her Bowe she straines The winged Arrow surely hits the same Her Picture therefore in this place doth shew The Nature of their Mindes who Cynthia like With Constancie their Purposes pursue And faint not till they compasse what they seeke For nought more God-like in this World is found Then so Resolv'd a man that nothing may His Resolution alter or confound When any taske of Worth he doth assay Nor is there greater Basenesse then those Mindes That from an Honest-purpose can be wrought By Threatnings Bribes Smooth-Gales or Boyst'rous-Windes What ever colour or excuse be brought You then that would with Pleasure Glory gaine Diana like those modest things require Which truely may beseeme you to attaine And stou●ly follow that which you desire For changing though the Mo●ne to us appeare She holds a firme Dependence on the Sunne And by a Constant-Motion in her Sphaere With him doth in Conjunction often runne So Constant-men still move their hopes to winne But never by a Motion-indirect Nor will they stop the Course that they are in Vntill they bring their purpose to effect For whosoever Honest things requires A Promise hath of all that he desires Oft Shooting doth not Archers make But hitting right the Marke they take NON QVAM CREBRO SED QVĀ BĒE ILLVSTR. XXV Book 1. WHen to the Fields we walke to looke upon Some skilfull Mark-man so much heede we not How many Arrowes from his Bowe are gone As we observe how nigh the Marke he shot And justly we deride that Man who spends His Time and Shafts but never ayme doth take To hit the White or foolishly pretends The number of the Shots doth Archers make So God who marketh our Endeavours here Doth not by tale account of them receive But heedeth rather how well meant they were And at his Will how rightly aym'd we have It is not mumbling over thrice a day A Set of Ave