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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>I Will not blame those grieved Hearts that shed<lb/>
                                Becoming-teares, for their departed Friends;<lb/>
                                Nor those who sigh out Passions for the Dead;<lb/>
                                Since, on Good-natures, this Disease attends.<lb/>
                                When Sorrow is conceiv'd, it must have Vent<lb/>
                                (In Sighes or Moysture) or the Heart will breake;<lb/>
                                And, much they aggravate our Discontent,<lb/>
                                Who, out of Season, Reason seeme to speake.<lb/>
                                Yet, since our Frailty may require we should<lb/>
                                Remembrances admit to keepe us from<lb/>
                                Excesse in Griefe: this Emblem here behold,<lb/>
                                And take such Hope as may our Teares become.<lb/>
                                The Wheat, although a while it lyes in Earth,<lb/>
                                (And seemeth lost) consumes not quite away;<lb/>
                                But, from that Wombe receives another Birth,<lb/>
                                And, with Additions, riseth from the Clay.<lb/>
                                Much more shall Man revive, whose worth is more:<lb/>
                                For, Death, who from our Drosse will us refine,<lb/>
                                Vnto that other Life, becomes the Doore,<lb/>
                                Where, we in Immortalitie shall shine.<lb/>
                                When once our Glasse is runne, we presently<lb/>
                                Give up our Soules to Death; So Death must give<lb/>
                                Our Bodies backe againe, that we, thereby,<lb/>
                                The Light of Life eternall, may receive.<lb/>
                                The Venom'd Sting of Death is tooke away;<lb/>
                                And, now, the Grave, that was a Place of Feare,<lb/>
                                Is made a Bed of Rest, wherein we may<lb/>
                                Lye downe in Hope, and bide in safety, there.<lb/>
                                When we are Borne, to Death-ward straight we runne;<lb/>
                                And by our Death, our Life is new begunne.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN Ears of corn grown out of the eyes and mouth of a skull that is standing on an hourglass with a burning candle on its top; a funeral and harvesting farmers in the backgrourd
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac021
MOTTO_LA <p>MORS VITAE INITIUM.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11M32
; 23U22
; 25I18
; 31A216
; 31A2331
; 31F11
; 41A17
; 41B313(+1)
; 42E22
; 42E31
; 42E3113
; 46C1215
; 47I1111
; 47I141
; 47I142
; 47I1451
; 51L51(+4)
; 56D1(+4)
; 58B3(+4)
; 58B4(+4)
; 86(MORS VITAE INITIUM)
MOTTO_EN <p>Death is no Losse, but rather, Gaine;<lb/>
                                For wee by Dying, Life attaine.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic021.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem021
MOTTO_LA_NORM Mors vitae initium
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0