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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>Lord! what a coyle is here! and what a puther,<lb/>
                                To save and get? to scratch and scrape together<lb/>
                                The Rubbish of the world? and, to acquire<lb/>
                                Those vanities, which Fancie doth desire?<lb/>
                                What Violence is used, and what Cunning ?<lb/>
                                What nightly Watchings, and what daily Running ?<lb/>
                                What sorrowes felt? what difficulties entred?<lb/>
                                What losses hazarded? what perills ventred?<lb/>
                                And, still, how sottishly, doe wee persever<lb/>
                                (By all the power, and meanes wee can endeaver)<lb/>
                                To wheele our selves, in a perpetuall Round,<lb/>
                                In quest of that, which never will be found?<lb/>
                                In Objects, here on Earth, we seeke to finde<lb/>
                                That perfect sollidnesse, which is confinde,<lb/>
                                To things in Heaven, though every day we see,<lb/>
                                What emptinesse, and faylings, in them be.<lb/>
                                To teach us better; this, our Emblem, here,<lb/>
                                Assayes to make terrestriall things appeare<lb/>
                                The same they be, (both to our eares and eyes)<lb/>
                                That, wee may rightly their Condition prize.<lb/>
                                The best, which of earths best things, wee can say,<lb/>
                                Is this; that they are Grasse, and will be Hay.<lb/>
                                The rest, may be resembled to the Smoke,<lb/>
                                (Which doth but either blind the sight, or choke)<lb/>
                                Or else, to that uncleanly Mushrum-ball,<lb/>
                                Which, in some Countries, wee a Puff-soyst call;<lb/>
                                Whose out-side, is a nastie rotten skin,<lb/>
                                Containing durt, or smoking-dust, within.<lb/>
                                This is my mind ; if wrong you thinke I've done them,<lb/>
                                Be Fooles ; and, at your perils, dote upon them.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A globe from which smoke billows, with men mowing, raking, gathering cabbages(?) and baking bread(?) in the background
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac091
MOTTO_LA <p>HVMANA FVMVS.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11R51(+0)
; 25A13
; 25I3
; 41B162
; 46C1215
; 47B1811
; 47I128
; 47I141
; 47I146:25G4(CABBAGE)(+0)
; 47I1461
; 47I15(RAKE)
; 47I15(SCYTHE)
; 86(HUMANA FUMUS)
MOTTO_EN <p>Hee, that on Earthly-things, doth trust,<lb/>
                                Dependeth, upon Smoake, and Dust.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic091.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem073
MOTTO_LA_NORM Humana fumus
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0