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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>SPORT of thy mistress' fickle mind,<lb/>
                                        Hapless lover! turning ever<lb/>
                                        Like the wevell with the wind,<lb/>
                                        Hast not strength such bonds to sever?<lb/>
                                        Look around thee, senseless lover!-<lb/>
                                        Fair as she thou ll't many find;<lb/>
                                        Many who possess moreover,<lb/>
                                        Far more charms of heart and mind.<lb/>
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                                        Slave of her despot frown or smile; <lb/>
                                        Hast no other will to guide thee,<lb/>
                                        Than her changeful will, who while <lb/>
                                        Rulling thee, doth but desire thee?<lb/>
                                        He who thus subjects his reason<lb/>
                                        To a fickle woman's rule,<lb/>
                                        Merits just as mucht derision<lb/>
                                        As the witless straw-tied fool. </p>
                                   <p>QUAM miiserè servit cui mulier imperat, cui leges imponit, praescribit, jubet, vetat<lb/>
                                        quod videtur: qui nihil imperanti negare potest, nil recusare; poscit, dandum<lb/>
                                        est; ejicit, abeundum; vocat, veniendm; minatur, extimescendum! - CICERO.<lb/>
                                        IMPONIT leges vultibus illa thuis. - OVID.</p>
                                   <p>Quo nos Numen agit.<lb/>
                                        Whither God directs us.<lb/>
                                        HE is the wisest, who has school'd his mind<lb/>
                                        T'adopt the current of the ruling wind.<lb/>
                                        Blow whence it will, prepared for all event,<lb/>
                                        With fortune's dispensations e'er content,<lb/>
                                        Who with discernment both in time and place,<lb/>
                                        Bends his opinion with a cheerful grace;<lb/>
                                        To him unknown the troubles which impart<lb/>
                                        The constant fever of the stubborn heart,<lb/>
                                        That 'mid a world of change would stand aloof,<lb/>
                                        To stem the torrent with his vain reproof.<lb/>
                                        To change opinion and yet constant be,<lb/>
                                        Is possible alone to such as he<lb/>
                                        Whose strength of mind is in it pliancy.</p>
                                   <p>UT acerbitates multas ac molestias evitemus, consilia ad eventus ac tempora flectenda<lb/>
                                        sunt.- SENECA.<lb/>
                                        OPORTET enim tanquàm in talorum jactu, ad id quod ceciderit, res suas accommodare.<lb/>
                                        PLATO.<lb/>
                                        LEVE sit quod bene fertur onus.- OVID.<lb/>
                                        QUONIAM id sieri quod vis non potest, velis id quod possis. - TERENCE.<lb/>
                                        TEMPORI enim cedere, id est necessitati parere, semper sapientis habitum est. - CICERO.<lb/>
                                        DECET id pati aequo animo;<lb/>
                                        Si id facietis, levior labos erit. - PLAUTUS.</p>
                                   <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac031"/> <lb/>
                                   <p>THROW aside prejudice and thou art saved. Who prevents thee from doing so?_<lb/>
                                        MARCUS AURELIUS.<lb/>
                                        ALL things change- You yourself continually change, and destroy yourself in some<lb/>
                                        part. It is the same with the whole world.<lb/>
                                        WE should take counsel of reason upon that which befalls us, and correct by our <lb/>
                                        prudent conduct the injustice of fortune, as a gamester repairs a stroke of ill luch by <lb/>
                                        his skill. - PLATO.<lb/>
                                        A SURE means to become inaccessible to disappointment, is to become penetrated<lb/>
                                        with the inconstancy of fortune, and to be prepared for all her capriciousness. - PLUTARCH.<lb/>
                                        NECESSITATI ne quidem Dii resistunt. - ERASMUS.<lb/>
                                        Les hommes légers et flottans,<lb/>
                                        Perdent toûjours leur avantage:<lb/>
                                        Aussi n'appartient-t'il qu'au sage,<lb/>
                                        De scavoir bien prendre son temps. - GOMBERVILLE.<lb/>
                                        THE goal of yesterday will be the starting-point of to-morrow. - CARLYLE.<lb/>
                                        WHEN things will not suit our will, it is wise to suit our will to things.- Arabic Prov.<lb/>
                                        All our undertakings should be bent in accordance with the circumstances of the moment.</p>
                                   <p>In Domino quies.<lb/>
                                        Rest is in God.<lb/>
                                        FIX'D to no point, the wevell sways about,<lb/>
                                        Obedient to th'uncertain wav'ring blast;<lb/>
                                        But when the wind has ceas'd to blow in doubt,<lb/>
                                        The wevell to one point is fix'd at last.<lb/>
                                        Vain heart! go search the world's remotest nook,<lb/>
                                        Pry into all, examine every book,<lb/>
                                        With equal thirst and hunger still oppress'd,<lb/>
                                        In God, the Lord, thou ll't find alone true rest.</p>
                                   <p>COME unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest-<lb/>
                                        Matthew xi. 28.<lb/>
                                        Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire<lb/>
                                        beside thee. - Psalm lxxiii. 25.<lb/>
                                        Take my yoke upon you and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and<lb/>
                                        ye shall find rest unto your souls; for my yoke is easy and my burden is light.-<lb/>
                                        Matthew xi. 29,30.</p>
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                                   <p>A THOUSAND evils this my life doth spend,<lb/>
                                        At length fierce Boreas thereto puts an end:<lb/>
                                        My light, my heat, my flame and all is past;<lb/>
                                        Onely, whilst breath remaines, my hope doth last.<lb/>
                                        This life of ours is tost to and againe,<lb/>
                                        Time and unconstant Fortune workes our bane:<lb/>
                                        Care kils us, griefe, diseases doth outweare<lb/>
                                        This life, Death dragges us to the dolefull biere.<lb/>
                                        Fortune takes what she in the morning gave;<lb/>
                                        Or enemies robbe and spoile what e're we have;<lb/>
                                        Strength, beauty perish, honours flye away,<lb/>
                                        False friends, when meanes are gone, they will not stay.<lb/>
                                        Hope's onely constant in adversity,<lb/>
                                        Before she's kild by death, she will not fly.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
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URL_WEBPAGE http://hdl.handle.net/10111/EmblemRegistry:E019334
PARENT uiuc_83931c29eep
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
MOTTO_EN_NORM Whither the Breath of My Mistress Calls Me
NEXT uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem003b
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IIHIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN The wind, in the shape of a child's head, blows against the weathercock of a bell tower (in the original print: St. Pieterskerk at Middelburg)
SOURCE_FILE uiuc_83931c29eep.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE uiuc_83931c29eep_fac029
HIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11Q7121(BELL-TOWER)
; 25F3(+5262)
; 25I144
; 26C
; 26C41
; 31B6241
; 51L3(+4)
; 53AA21
; 56F2514
; 61E(MIDDELBURG)(+0)
; 61F(ST. PIETERSKERK)(+0)
; 86(DOMINAE, QUO ME VOCAT, AURA)
; 86(WHITHER THE BREATH OF MY MISTRESS CALLS ME)
MOTTO_EN <p>WHITHER THE BREATH OF MY MISTRESS CALLS ME</p>
                              
URL_IMAGE uiuc_83931c29eep_pic029.jpg
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