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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>Some Trees, when Men oppresse their Aged Heads,<lb/>
                                (With waighty Stones) they fructifie the more;<lb/>
                                And, when upon some Herbs, the Gard'ner treads,<lb/>
                                They thrive and prosper, better then before:<lb/>
                                So, when the Kings of Aegypt did oppresse<lb/>
                                The Sonnes of Iacob, through their Tyrannies;<lb/>
                                Their Numbers, every day, did more encrease,<lb/>
                                Till they grew greater then their Enemies.<lb/>
                                So, when the Iewes and Gentiles, joyn'd their Powre<lb/>
                                The Lord, and his Annoynted, to withstand;<lb/>
                                (With raging Furie, lab'ring to devoure<lb/>
                                And roote the Gospel, out of ev'ry Land)<lb/>
                                The more they rag'd, conspired, and envy'd,<lb/>
                                The more they slander'd, scorn'd, and murthered;<lb/>
                                The more, the Faithfull, still, were multiply'd:<lb/>
                                And, still, the further, their Profession spred.<lb/>
                                Yea, so it spred, that quite it overthrew<lb/>
                                Ev'n Tyranny it selfe; that, at the last,<lb/>
                                The Patience of the Saints, most pow'rfull grew,<lb/>
                                And Persecutions force, to ground was cast.<lb/>
                                The selfe-same Pow'r, true Patience, yet retaines,<lb/>
                                And (though a thousand Suff'rings wound the same)<lb/>
                                She still hath Hope enough to ease her paynes;<lb/>
                                That Hope, which keepeth off, all Feare and Shame:<lb/>
                                For, 'tis not Hunger, Cold, nor Fire, nor Steele,<lb/>
                                Nor all the Scornes or Slanders, we can heare,<lb/>
                                Nor any Torment, which our Flesh can feele,<lb/>
                                That conquers us; but, our owne Trayt'rous Feare.<lb/>
                                Where, Honest Mindes, and Patient Hearts, are Mates;<lb/>
                                They grow victorious, in their Hardest-Fates.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A large beam on a tree does not stop it from growing
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac028
MOTTO_LA <p>VICTRIX PATIENTIA DURI.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 25F36(SWAN)(+5273)
; 25G3
; 31A2512(+931)
; 31A2518
; 33A3(+0)
; 34B11(+95273)
; 34B11(+9531)
; 41A161
; 41A54
; 41A6
; 41A621
; 41A652
; 46C232
; 47I872
; 51G2(+4)
; 51H5(+4)
; 53A21(+4)
; 54A44(+4)
; 54F2(+4)
; 86(VICTRIX PATIENTIA DURI)
MOTTO_EN <p>No Inward Griefe, nor outward Smart,<lb/>
                                Can overcome a Patient-Heart.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic028.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem028
MOTTO_LA_NORM Victrix patientia duri
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0