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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>I never, yet, did murmuringly complaine,<lb/>
                                Although those Moones have long been in the Waine,<lb/>
                                Which on their Silver Shields, my Elders wore,<lb/>
                                In Battels, and in Triumphs, heretofore.<lb/>
                                Nor any mention have I ever made,<lb/>
                                Of such Eclipses, as those Crescents had;<lb/>
                                Thereby, to move some Comet, to reflect<lb/>
                                His fading-light, or daigne his good aspect.<lb/>
                                For, when I tell the World, how ill I fare,<lb/>
                                I tell her too, how little I doe care,<lb/>
                                For her despights : yea, and I tell it not,<lb/>
                                That, helpe, or pitie, might from her be got;<lb/>
                                But, rather, that her Favourites may see,<lb/>
                                I know my Waynings, yet, can pleased bee.<lb/>
                                My Light, is from the Planet of the Sunne ;<lb/>
                                And, though the Course, which I obliquely runne,<lb/>
                                Oft brings my outward Fortunes to the Waine,<lb/>
                                My Light shall, one day, bee renew'd againe.<lb/>
                                Yea, though to some, I quite may seeme to lose<lb/>
                                My Light ; because, my follies Interpose<lb/>
                                Their shadowes to eclipse it: yet, I know,<lb/>
                                My Crescents, will increase, and fuller, grow.<lb/>
                                Assoone as in the Flesh, I beeing had,<lb/>
                                I mooved on in Courses retrograde,<lb/>
                                And, thereby lost my Splendor : but, I feele<lb/>
                                Soft motions, from that great Eternall Wheele,<lb/>
                                Which mooveth all things, sweetly mooving mee,<lb/>
                                To gaine the Place, in which I ought to bee:<lb/>
                                And, when to Him, I backe returne, from whom<lb/>
                                At first I came, I shall at Full become.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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SEQ 148
PARENT embstma_1903
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
NEXT embstma_1903_emblem149
IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN Waxing moon over a landscape; oriental prince with his body-guard(?) returning to a city
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac184
MOTTO_LA <p>REDIBO PLENIOR.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 23R14
; 24B11
; 25H114
; 25I1
; 32B33(+3)
; 44A311
; 44B1527
; 45I61(+0)
; 45L31
; 54F131:51H5
; 55A1(+4)
; 86(REDIBO PLENIOR)
MOTTO_EN <p>The Moone, which is decreasing now,<lb/>
                                When shee returnes, will fuller, grow.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic184.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem148
MOTTO_LA_NORM Redibo plenior
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0