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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>What meanes this Countrey-peasant, skipping here<lb/>
                                Through prickling Thistles w t h such gamesom cheere?<lb/>
                                And, plucking off their tops, as though for Posies,<lb/>
                                He gather'd Violets, or toothlesse Roses?<lb/>
                                What meaneth it, but onely to expresse<lb/>
                                How great a joy, well-grounded Patientnesse<lb/>
                                Retaines in Suff'rings? and, what sport she makes,<lb/>
                                When she her Iourney through Affliction takes?<lb/>
                                I, oft have sayd (and, have as oft, beene thought<lb/>
                                To speake a Paradox, that savours nought<lb/>
                                Of likely truth) that, some Afflictions bring<lb/>
                                A Honey bag, which cureth ev'ry Sting<lb/>
                                (That wounds the Flesh ) by giving to the Mind,<lb/>
                                A pleasing taste of Sweetnesses refin'd.<lb/>
                                Nor can it other be, except in those,<lb/>
                                Whose Better part, quite stupifyed growes,<lb/>
                                By being Cauterized in the Fires<lb/>
                                Of childish Feares, or temporall Desires.<lb/>
                                For, as the Valiant (when the Coward swounds)<lb/>
                                With gladnesse lets the Surgion search his Wounds;<lb/>
                                And, though they smart, yet cheerefully indures<lb/>
                                The Plaisters, and, the Probe, in hope of Cures:<lb/>
                                So, Men, assured that Afflictions paine<lb/>
                                Comes not for vengeance to them, nor in vaine;<lb/>
                                But, to prepare, and fit them for the place,<lb/>
                                To which, they willingly direct their pace;<lb/>
                                In Troubles, are so farre from being sad,<lb/>
                                That, of their Suffring, they are truely glad.<lb/>
                                What ever others thinke, I thus beleeve;<lb/>
                                And, therefore, joy, when they suppose I grieve.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A man grabbing a thistle; in the background saint Christopher wading through the water with the Christ-child on his shoulder
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac228
MOTTO_LA <p>GAUDET PATIENTIA DURIS.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11H(CHRISTOPHER)51
; 11QQ712
; 25G4(THISTLE)
; 25H214
; 31A2511(+931)
; 31A2515(+933)
; 31A461(+0)
; 54A44
; 54FF11
; 56EE1(+4)
; 86(GAUDET PATIENTIA DURIS)
MOTTO_EN <p>Hee that enjoyes a patient Minde,<lb/>
                                Can Pleasures in Afflictions finde.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic228.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem174
MOTTO_LA_NORM Gaudet patientia duris
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0