$
TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>SWIFT, through the flood, cheer'd by his master's praise,<lb/>
                                        With vig'rous stroke the Spaniel cleaves his way,<lb/>
                                        And lo! already with his ardent gaze,<lb/>
                                        He marks the wounded wild-fowl as his prey.<lb/>
                                        <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac090"/>
                                        Near and more near upon the bird he gains,<lb/>
                                        And as the space that parts them smaller grows,<lb/>
                                        With speed increased, he plies the foot and strains<lb/>
                                        Towards the game, now close before his nose.<lb/>
                                        Then bounding high at once from out the wave<lb/>
                                        With sudden rush to seize the certain prize:<lb/>
                                        That which he thought no means of flight could save,<lb/>
                                        Dives 'neath the flood, before his wond'ring eyes.<lb/>
                                        In Love affairs, as in intrigues at court,<lb/>
                                        It oft occurs as in het field of sport;<lb/>
                                        Almost before the chase we have begun<lb/>
                                        We deem the Fair, the place, and game are won,<lb/>
                                        And when most sure we've grasp'd the prize aright,<lb/>
                                        We see it quickly vanish from our sight.<lb/>
                                        'Tis not alone in sleep that dreams arise;<lb/>
                                        Our hopes are oft but dreams with waking eyes;-<lb/>
                                        As visionless and vain by day as night,<lb/>
                                        We think them real, and they fade from sight,<lb/>
                                        Leaving the heart to grieve and to complain,<lb/>
                                        To find itself so cheated by the brain.</p>
                                   <p>GUERRA, caça e amores<lb/>
                                        Per um prazer cem dores.<lb/>
                                        -POTIUNDI tempore in ipso,<lb/>
                                        Fluctuat incertis erroribus ardor amantum. -LUCRET. lib. 4.<lb/>
                                        FALLITUR augurio spes bona saepè suo. -OVID.<lb/>
                                        MULTA cadunt inter calicem supremaque labra.<lb/>
                                        Inter os atque escam multa interveniunt.<lb/>
                                        Inter os atque offam multa intercident.<lb/>
                                        NON esse sapientis praesidere constanter iis, qua aliter evenire nata sunt.-POLYB.<lb/>
                                        FERE libenter homines id quod volunt, credunt. -CAESAR.<lb/>
                                        <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac091"/>
                                        O FALLACEM hominum spem, fragilemque Fortunam! et inanes nostras contentiones!<lb/>
                                        quae in medio spatio saepè franguntur et corruunt; et antè in ipso portu obruuntur,<lb/>
                                        quàm portum contingere potuerunt. -CICERO. 3. de Orat.<lb/>
                                        PLERUMQUE hominum proprium est quod ratione difficilè cognoscunt, id sibi<lb/>
                                        cupiditate et spe facilè fingere.-FRANSC. GIUCCIARD. Hist. lib.4.<lb/>
                                        WE readily believe what we wish. <lb/>
                                        FORTUNE is fond of change; she allows herself to be possessed, and she escapes from<lb/>
                                        us. Dost thou suffer from her sickleness? Learn to bear it with patience.-PYTHAGORAS.<lb/>
                                        God's Providence, alike in the smiles and Frownes of Fortune.<lb/>
                                        Ferendum et Sperandum.<lb/>
                                        THAT Fortune is so changeful in het moods,<lb/>
                                        Is scarely to be blam'd in such degree<lb/>
                                        As we are wont to hear.<lb/>
                                        Did we but put the question to ourselves;<lb/>
                                        We, who do change each moment of our lives!-<lb/>
                                        In her so sickle nature we should see<lb/>
                                        That which our changeful nature est befits.<lb/>
                                        The only diff'rence lies therin; that we <lb/>
                                        Find Fortune's changes more abrupt and loud<lb/>
                                        Than those which daily in ourselves take place:<lb/>
                                        Which like the Shadow of the Dial, mark<lb/>
                                        Their silent progress- but a progress still,<lb/>
                                        Not the less certain that it seem to us<lb/>
                                        Less evident, because insensible!<lb/>
                                        Yet, mutative in body as in mind,<lb/>
                                        With faculties that change with ev'ry day<lb/>
                                        Their pow'r t'enjoy, or estimate aright<lb/>
                                        The lights and shades which fall across our path;<lb/>
                                        We still repine ungrateful for the Light,<lb/>
                                        And deem the Shadows more than we can bear:<lb/>
                                        And this withfal , forgetful of that Power<lb/>
                                        Who in His Wisdom, wiser far than we,<lb/>
                                        Knew best what our frail nature would besit,<lb/>
                                        To make us that He will'd that we should be.<lb/>
                                        With humble joy bear Fortune's transient smile,<lb/>
                                        Nor let her frown to discontent beguile:<lb/>
                                        With stedfast Hope, Columbus-like, at last<lb/>
                                        Thou'lt find the New World when the storm is pass'd.</p>
                                   <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac092"/>
                                   <p>WHEN as my Light with beames did brightly shine,<lb/>
                                        And starre-light was but equall unto mine;<lb/>
                                        I was in great request and set above,<lb/>
                                        Was deare to all, who saw me, did me love:<lb/>
                                        Now breathing sighes, and languishing I grone:<lb/>
                                        I'm hatefull to my selfe, belov'd of none.<lb/>
                                        If once againe my light beginne to burne,<lb/>
                                        With it my light and honour shall returne.<lb/>
                                        When Fortune standing on her slippery ball,<lb/>
                                        Doth favour, then are we admir'd of all;<lb/>
                                        But if the frowne, then flatterers flye away,<lb/>
                                        No friends abide, if once your meanes decay:<lb/>
                                        O but if Fortune change, and smile againe,<lb/>
                                        Then fawne these flatterers, and beare up your traine.<lb/>
                                        Much like the Sea these Clients flote and flow;<lb/>
                                        And Fortune turnes her coat, at every show.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
PREV uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem017b
URL_WEBPAGE http://hdl.handle.net/10111/EmblemRegistry:E019349
PARENT uiuc_83931c29eep
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
MOTTO_EN_NORM Many a Slip Twixt the Cup and the Lip
NEXT uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem018b
SEQ 
IIHIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A dog has entered the water to chase a duck which is diving
SOURCE_FILE uiuc_83931c29eep.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE uiuc_83931c29eep_fac089
HIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11Q712
; 24A81
; 25F36(DUCK)(+5273)
; 25G41(YELLOW IRIS)(+32)
; 25H214
; 25I12
; 43C1147
; 54B121
; 86(INTER MANUM ET MENTUM)
; 86(MANY A SLIP TWIXT THE CUP AND THE LIP)
MOTTO_EN <p>MANY A SLIP TWIXT THE CUP AND THE LIP</p>
                              
URL_IMAGE uiuc_83931c29eep_pic089.jpg
ID uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem018
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0