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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>T'is true, a wither'd-branch I am, and seeme<lb/>
                                To some, as voyd of Hopes, as of esteeme;<lb/>
                                For, in their judgements, I appeare to be<lb/>
                                A saplesse Bough, quite broken from the Tree,<lb/>
                                (Ev'n such as that, in this our Emblem, here)<lb/>
                                And, yet, I neither feele Despaire, nor Feare ;<lb/>
                                For, I have seene (e're now) a little Spray,<lb/>
                                (Rent from her Stemme ) lye trodden by the way,<lb/>
                                Three moneths together; which, when Spring drew on,<lb/>
                                To take an unexpected Root begun;<lb/>
                                (Yea, grew to bee a Tree) and, growing, stood,<lb/>
                                When those great Groves, were fell'd for firing-wood,<lb/>
                                Which once had high esteeme; and sprung unhurt,<lb/>
                                While that poore Branch, lay sleighted in the durt.<lb/>
                                Nay, I have seene such twiggs, afford them shade,<lb/>
                                By whom they were the meanest shrippings made,<lb/>
                                Of all the Wood ; And, you may live to see,<lb/>
                                (For ought yet knowne) some such event in mee.<lb/>
                                And, what if all who know mee, see me dead,<lb/>
                                Before those hopes begin to spring and spread?<lb/>
                                Have therefore they that hate me, cause to boast,<lb/>
                                As if mine expectations I had lost?<lb/>
                                No sure: For, I, who by Faith's eyes have seene,<lb/>
                                Old Aarons wither'd Rod grow fresh and greene;<lb/>
                                And also viewed (by the selfe-same Eyes )<lb/>
                                Him, whom that Rod, most rightly typifies,<lb/>
                                Fall by a shamefull Death, and rise, in spight<lb/>
                                Of Death, and Shame, unto the glorioust height.<lb/>
                                Ev'n I, beleeve my Hope shall bee possest,<lb/>
                                And, therefore, (ev'n in Death ) in Hope I'le rest.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
PREV embstma_1903_emblem158
SEQ 159
PARENT embstma_1903
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
NEXT embstma_1903_emblem160
IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A hand from the clouds holding Aaron's rod; in the background: Christ on the cross which grows from the loins of man (Jesse) lying on a tomb, Moses receiving the tables of the law, and Moses puttin the rods in the Tabernacle(?)
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac213
MOTTO_LA <p>INSPERATA FLORUIT.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11M31
; 25G3(OLIVE-TREE)(+22)
; 25H114
; 25I1
; 31A236
; 31A2512(+933)
; 42E31
; 46A7
; 71E1343
; 71E318
; 71E3181(+0)
; 73A21(+0)
; 73D66(+13)
; 86(INSPERATA FLORUIT)
MOTTO_EN <p>When Hopes, quite frustrate were become,<lb/>
                                The Wither'd-branch did freshly bloome.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic213.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem159
MOTTO_LA_NORM Insperata floruit
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0