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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>What though an Apish-Pigmie, in attire,<lb/>
                                His Dwarfish Body Gyant-like, array?<lb/>
                                Turne Brave, and get him Stilts to seem the higher?<lb/>
                                What would so doing, handsome him I pray?<lb/>
                                Now, surely, such a Mimicke sight as that,<lb/>
                                Would with excessive Laughter move your Spleene,<lb/>
                                Till you had made the little Dandiprat,<lb/>
                                To lye within some Auger-hole, unseene.<lb/>
                                I must confesse I cannot chuse but smile,<lb/>
                                When I perceive, how Men that worthlesse are,<lb/>
                                Piece out their Imperfections, to beguile,<lb/>
                                By making showes, of what they never were.<lb/>
                                For, in their borrow'd Shapes, I know those Men,<lb/>
                                And (through their Maskes) such insight of them have;<lb/>
                                That I can oftentimes disclose (ev'n then)<lb/>
                                How much they favour of the Foole or Knave.<lb/>
                                A Pigmey-spirit, and an Earthly-Minde,<lb/>
                                Whose looke is onely fixt on Objects vaine;<lb/>
                                In my esteeme, so meane a place doth finde,<lb/>
                                That ev'ry such a one, I much refraine.<lb/>
                                But, when in honour'd Robes I see it put,<lb/>
                                Betrimm'd, as if some thing of Worth it were,<lb/>
                                Looke big, and on the Stilts of Greatnesse, strut;<lb/>
                                From scorning it, I cannot then forbeare.<lb/>
                                For, when to grosse Vnworthinesse, Men adde<lb/>
                                Those Dues, which to the Truest-worth pertaine;<lb/>
                                Tis like an Ape, in Humane-Vestments clad,<lb/>
                                Which, when most fine, deserveth most disdaine:<lb/>
                                And, more absurd, those Men appeare to me,<lb/>
                                Then this Fantasticke-Monkey seemes to thee.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
PREV embstma_1903_emblem013
SEQ 14
PARENT embstma_1903
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
NEXT embstma_1903_emblem015
IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A dwarf ('pygmie') on stilts is looking at his own reflection in a mirror
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac014
MOTTO_LA <p>QVID SI SIC.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 25F3(+5262)
; 25F38(OSTRICH)(+352)
; 25H113
; 25I3
; 31A51111
; 32B37
; 41D221(HAT)
; 46C1261
; 46C13183
; 46C1451
; 48C5253(+0)
; 52AA53(+4)
; 52AA51(+4)
; 86(QUID SI SIC)
MOTTO_EN <p>Though he endeavour all he can,<lb/>
                                An Ape, will never be a Man.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic014.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem014
MOTTO_LA_NORM Quid si sic
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0