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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>Foole! Dost thou hope, thine Honours, or thy Gold,<lb/>
                                Shall gaine thee Love? Or, that thou hast her heart<lb/>
                                Whose hand upon thy tempting Bayt layes hold?<lb/>
                                Alas! fond Lover, thou deceived art.<lb/>
                                She that with Wealth, and Titles, can be wonne,<lb/>
                                Or woo'd with Vanities, will wav'ring bee;<lb/>
                                And, when her Love, thou most dependest on,<lb/>
                                A Fiddle-sticke shall winne her heart from thee.<lb/>
                                To Youth and Musicke, Venus leaneth most;<lb/>
                                And (though her hand she on the Scepter lay)<lb/>
                                Let Greatnesse, of her Favours never boast:<lb/>
                                For, Heart and Eye, are bent another way.<lb/>
                                And lo, no glorious Purchace that Man gets,<lb/>
                                Who hath with such poore Trifles, woo'd and wonne:<lb/>
                                Her footing, on a Ball, his Mistresse sets,<lb/>
                                Which in a moment slips, and she is gone.<lb/>
                                A Woman, meerely with an Out side caught,<lb/>
                                Or tempted with a Galliard, or a Song,<lb/>
                                Will him forsake (whom she most lovely thought)<lb/>
                                For Players and for Tumblers, ere't be long.<lb/>
                                You, then, that wish your Love should ever last,<lb/>
                                (And would enjoy Affection without changing)<lb/>
                                Love where your Loves may worthily be plac't;<lb/>
                                And, keepe your owne Affection, still from ranging.<lb/>
                                Vse noble Meanes, your Longings to attaine;<lb/>
                                Seeke equall Mindes, and well beseeming Yeares:<lb/>
                                They are (at best) vaine Fooles, whom Follie gaine;<lb/>
                                But, there is Blisse, where, Vertue most endeares:<lb/>
                                And, wheresoe're, Affection shee procures,<lb/>
                                In spight of all Temptations, it endures.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A woman, balancing on a globe, holds a king's sceptre in her right hand, while looking at the fiddler on her left whose bow she is holding
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac007
MOTTO_LA <p>NON SCEPTRO SED PLECTRO DUCITUR.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 25H114
; 31AA242
; 31AA2513(+934)
; 31D14
; 31D15
; 31D16
; 41D211(+43)
; 41D267
; 43A3723(+0)
; 44B113
; 44B192
; 45C13(SWORD)
; 48CC7311
; 48CC752
; 53AA21(+4)
; 86(NON SCEPTRO SED PLECTRO DUCITUR)
MOTTO_EN <p>A fickle Woman wanton growne,<lb/>
                                Preferres a Crowd, before a Crowne.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic007.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem007
MOTTO_LA_NORM Non sceptro sed plectro ducitur
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0