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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>The World hath shamelesse Boasters, who pretend,<lb/>
                                In sundry matters, to be skill'd so well,<lb/>
                                That, were they pleased, so their houres to spend,<lb/>
                                They say, they could in many things excell.<lb/>
                                But, though they make their hearers to beleeve,<lb/>
                                That, out of Modestie their Gifts they hide,<lb/>
                                In them wee very plainely may perceive,<lb/>
                                Or Sloth, or Envy, Ignorance, or Pride.<lb/>
                                When other mens endeavours they peruse,<lb/>
                                They either carpe at what they cannot mend;<lb/>
                                Or else of Arrogance doe those accuse,<lb/>
                                Who, to the publike view, their Workes commend.<lb/>
                                If these men say, that they can Poetize,<lb/>
                                But, will not; they are false in saying so:<lb/>
                                For, he, whose Wit a little that way lies,<lb/>
                                Will doing bee, though hee himselfe undoe.<lb/>
                                If they, in other Faculties are learned,<lb/>
                                And, still, forbeare their Talents to imploy;<lb/>
                                The truest Knowledge, yet, is undiscerned,<lb/>
                                And, that, they merit not, which they injoy.<lb/>
                                Yea, such as hide the Gifts they have received,<lb/>
                                (Or use them not, as well as they are able)<lb/>
                                Are like fayre Eyes, of usefull sight bereaved;<lb/>
                                Or, lighted-Candles, underneath a Table.<lb/>
                                Their glorioust part, is but a Painted cloath,<lb/>
                                Whose Figures, to the wall-ward, still are hung.<lb/>
                                Their hidden Vertues, are apparant Sloth ;<lb/>
                                And, all their life, is to the publike wrong:<lb/>
                                For, they doe reape the Fruits, by many sowne,<lb/>
                                And, leave to others, nothing of their owne.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN In a study a candle shines on an open book and an ink-well on a table; through a window a praying man
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac183
MOTTO_LA <p>CELATA VIRTUS INGNAVIA EST.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11C21
; 22C31
; 31A2331
; 31A2523
; 31D14
; 41A251
; 41A711
; 41B31(+1)
; 41C37
; 49L511
; 49L62
; 49MM32
; 54A1
; 54AA11
; 57A6
; 86(CELATA VIRTUS IGNAVIA EST)
MOTTO_EN <p>A Vertue hidden, or not us'd,<lb/>
                                Is either Sloth, or Grace abus'd.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic183.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem147
MOTTO_LA_NORM Celata virtus ignavia est
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