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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>Here 's but one Line ; and, but one Line a Day,<lb/>
                                Is all the taske our Motto, seemes to lay:<lb/>
                                And, that is thought, perhaps, a thing so small,<lb/>
                                As if it were as good bee nought at all.<lb/>
                                But, be not so deceiv'd; For, oft you see<lb/>
                                Small things (in time) great matters, rise to be:<lb/>
                                Yea, that, which when the same was first begun,<lb/>
                                A Trifle seem'd, (and easie to be done)<lb/>
                                By long nelect of time, will burthensome,<lb/>
                                And, at the last, impossible, become.<lb/>
                                Great Clarkes, there are, who shall not leave behinde them,<lb/>
                                One good Weekes worke, for Future-Times to minde them,<lb/>
                                (In Callings, either Humane, or Divine)<lb/>
                                Who, by composing but each Day a Line,<lb/>
                                Might Authors, of some famous Workes appeare,<lb/>
                                In sixtie, seventie, or in eightie yeare;<lb/>
                                To which, ten hundred thousands have arrived<lb/>
                                Of whom, we see no signe that ev'r they lived.<lb/>
                                And, with much pleasure, wee might all effect,<lb/>
                                Those needfull Works, which often we neglect,<lb/>
                                (Vntill too late) If we but, now and then<lb/>
                                Did spare one houre to exercise the penn.<lb/>
                                For, still, one-Line, another draweth on,<lb/>
                                And, Line by Line, great Workes at last are done.<lb/>
                                Whereas, disuse, and many dayes mispent,<lb/>
                                Without their Lines, let in discouragement,<lb/>
                                Or, bring Despaire ; which doth so sottish make us,<lb/>
                                That we, to no endeavour can betake us.<lb/>
                                Marke this, and, labour in some honest Way,<lb/>
                                As much as makes, at least, One Line a Day,<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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TYPE emblem pictura
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A hand from the clouds draws a line on a slab with a quill; in the background two people climb a mountain (Helicon?) with Pegasus on top
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac160
MOTTO_LA <p>NULLA DIES SINE LINEA.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 24A6
; 25H113
; 25I1
; 31A2512(+933)
; 31A2723
; 31D14
; 48C521(+62)
; 49D321
; 49L511
; 51F6
; 54D12(+4)
; 86(NULLA DIES SINE LINEA)
; 93D1
MOTTO_EN <p>Each Day a Line, small tasks appeares:<lb/>
                                Yet, much it makes in threescore Yeares.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic160.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem124
MOTTO_LA_NORM Nulla dies sine linea
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0