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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>Why, with a trembling faintnesse, should we feare<lb/>
                                The face of Death? and, fondly linger here,<lb/>
                                As if we thought the Voyage to be gone<lb/>
                                Lay through the shades of Styx or Acheron ?<lb/>
                                Or, that we either were to travell downe<lb/>
                                To uncouth Deapthes, or up some heights unknowne?<lb/>
                                Or, to some place remote, whose nearest end<lb/>
                                Is farther then Earths limits doe extend?<lb/>
                                It is not by one halfe that distance, thither<lb/>
                                Where Death lets in, as it is any whither:<lb/>
                                No not by halfe so farre, as to your bed;<lb/>
                                Or, to that place, where you should rest your head,<lb/>
                                If on the ground you layd your selfe (ev'n there)<lb/>
                                Where at this moment you abiding are.<lb/>
                                This Emblem shewes (if well you looke thereon)<lb/>
                                That, from your Glasse of life, which is to run,<lb/>
                                There's but one step to Death ; and, that you tread<lb/>
                                At once, among the Living, and, the Dead.<lb/>
                                In whatsoever Land, we live or die,<lb/>
                                God is the same; And, Heav'n is, there, as nigh<lb/>
                                As in that place, wherein, we most desire<lb/>
                                Our Soules, with our last breathing, to expire.<lb/>
                                Which things, well heeding; let us not delay<lb/>
                                Our Iourney, when we summon'd are away,<lb/>
                                (As those inforced Pilgrims use to doe,<lb/>
                                That know not whither, nor, how farre they goe)<lb/>
                                Nor let us dreame that we in Time, or Place,<lb/>
                                Are farre from ending our uncertaine Race.<lb/>
                                But, let us fixe on Heav'n, a faithfull eye,<lb/>
                                And, still, be flying thither, till wee die.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
PREV embstma_1903_emblem117
SEQ 118
PARENT embstma_1903
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
NEXT embstma_1903_emblem119
IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A naked winged boy with one foot on an hourglass and one on a skull; in the background: Moses holding the Tables of the Law on Mount Sinai and two angels and a devil fighting over a soul(?)
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac154
MOTTO_LA <p>TRANSITUS CELER EST ET AVOLAMUS.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11D12
; 23U22
; 25H114
; 31A236(+89)
; 31A443:25F3(+342)
; 31A2511
; 31B6211
; 31D11221(+89)
; 31D920
; 31E3
; 31F11
; 41D271
; 71E134
; 86(TRANSITUS CELER EST ET AVOLAMUS)
MOTTO_EN <p>Where er'e we dwell, the Heav'ns are neere;<lb/>
                                Let us but fly, and wee are there.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic154.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem118
MOTTO_LA_NORM Transitus celer est et avolamus
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0