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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>The lick'rish Beare to rob the Honey-Bees<lb/>
                                Among their stinging-Swarms thrusts in his pawes;<lb/>
                                Adventureth to climbe up hollow Trees,<lb/>
                                And from their Cells, the well fill'd Combes he drawes:<lb/>
                                Right so, the Sensuall Man that he may gaine<lb/>
                                His bruitish Lust, a thousand perills dares;<lb/>
                                And, that his Lawlesse-will he may attaine,<lb/>
                                Nor Conscience, Credit, Cost, nor Labour spares.<lb/>
                                'Twere shamefull basenesse, therefore, if that he<lb/>
                                Who knoweth Vertue, and is thought her Lover,<lb/>
                                Should so by any Perills frighted bee,<lb/>
                                To make him such Affections to give-over.<lb/>
                                For, why should that Vaine-Crew whose Valour springs<lb/>
                                From beastly Fury, or inflamed-Passion,<lb/>
                                Enabled be to compasse bolder things,<lb/>
                                Then Sober-Wit, and Grave-Consideration?<lb/>
                                Or, why should lisping Wantons, for their Lust<lb/>
                                So much adventure as one finger, there,<lb/>
                                Where we our Lives in hazard would not thrust<lb/>
                                For Vertues Glory, if it needfull were?<lb/>
                                For, though her Sweetnesse fast is closed in<lb/>
                                With many Thornes, and such a Prickling-guard,<lb/>
                                That we must smart, before that Prize we winne,<lb/>
                                The Paine is follow'd, with a Rich Reward.<lb/>
                                By Suff'ring, I have more Contentment had,<lb/>
                                Then ever I acquir'd by Slothfull Ease;<lb/>
                                And, I by Griefe, so joyfull have beene made,<lb/>
                                That I will beare my Crosse, while God shall please.<lb/>
                                For, so at last my Soule may Ioy procure,<lb/>
                                I care not, in my Flesh what I endure.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A bear climbing a bee-tree, is attacked by a swarm of bees
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac023
MOTTO_LA <p>PATIOR UT POTIAR.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 25F23(BEAR)(+451)
; 25F23(BEAR)(+5222)
; 25F23(BEAR)(+57321)
; 25F26(RABBIT)
; 25F3(+5262)
; 25F3(+531)
; 25F34
; 31A342
; 31A344
; 47I243
; 47I2431
; 53A2(+4)
; 55A12(+4)
; 56BB1(+4)
; 86(PATIOR UT POTIAR)
MOTTO_EN <p>By Paine, on Pleasures we doe seize;<lb/>
                                And, we by Suff'rance, purchase Ease.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic023.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem023
MOTTO_LA_NORM Patior ut potiar
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0