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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>Good Folkes, take heede; for, here's a wanton Wagge,<lb/>
                                Who, having Bowes and Arrowes, makes his bragg<lb/>
                                That, he hath some unhappy trick to play;<lb/>
                                And, vowes to shoot at all he meets to day.<lb/>
                                Pray be not carelesse; for, the Boy is blinde,<lb/>
                                And, sometimes strikes, where most he seemeth kinde.<lb/>
                                This rambling Archer spares nor one, nor other:<lb/>
                                Yea, otherwhile, the Monkey shoots his Mother.<lb/>
                                Though you be little Children, come not neere;<lb/>
                                For, I remember (though't be many a yeare<lb/>
                                Now gone and past,) that, when I was a Lad,<lb/>
                                My Heart, a pricke, by this young Wanton had,<lb/>
                                That, pain'd me seven yeares after: nor had I<lb/>
                                The grace (thus warn'd) to scape his waggery;<lb/>
                                But many times, ev'n since I was a man,<lb/>
                                He shot me, oftner then I tell you can:<lb/>
                                And, if I had not bene the stronger-hearted,<lb/>
                                I, for my over-daring, might have smarted.<lb/>
                                You laugh now, as if this were nothing so;<lb/>
                                But, if you meet this Blinkard with his Bow,<lb/>
                                You may, unlesse you take the better care,<lb/>
                                Receive a wound, before you be aware.<lb/>
                                I feare him not; for, I have learned how<lb/>
                                To keepe my heart-strings from his Arrowes now:<lb/>
                                And, so might you, and so might ev'ry one<lb/>
                                That vaine Occasions, truely seekes to shunn.<lb/>
                                But, if you sleight my Counsells, you may chance<lb/>
                                To blame at last, your willfull ignorance:<lb/>
                                For, some, who thought, at first, his wounds but small<lb/>
                                Have dyed by them, in an Hospitall.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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SEQ 169
PARENT embstma_1903
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
NEXT embstma_1903_emblem170
IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN Cupid flying over a landscape, taking aim at a couple with his bow and arrow
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac223
MOTTO_LA <p>FERIO.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11Q712
; 25F36(SWAN)(+5273)
; 25H2143
; 25I13
; 33C231
; 33C23:31A2351
; 56F22(+4)
; 86(FERIO)
; 92D1521(+0)
; 92D18(BOW AND ARROW)
; 92D18(QUIVER)
MOTTO_EN <p>Be wary, whosoe're thou be,<lb/>
                                For, from Loves arrowes, none are free.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic223.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem169
MOTTO_LA_NORM Ferio
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0