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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>THE Rose round which of late in such disport,<lb/>
                                        So many came t'admire and to court;<lb/>
                                        With drooping head now mourns that she should be<lb/>
                                        By all forsaken she was wont to see.<lb/>
                                        No gentle Zephyr now as yester-noon,<lb/>
                                        Comes near to revel in her sweet perfume;<lb/>
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                                        No Butterfly with wings of varied hue,<lb/>
                                        Now hovers near, and stays his flight to view<lb/>
                                        Her full-blown beauties-nor as hitherto,<lb/>
                                        To kiss from off her breast the pearly dew:<lb/>
                                        No tuneful Bee* now hier on eager wing<lb/>
                                        His admiration of her charms to sing,<lb/>
                                        Nor longer seeks to ristle and to sip<lb/>
                                        The honied treasures of her fragant lip.<lb/>
                                        And why is this? -the reason soon is told:<lb/>
                                        Nor Butterflies nor Bees are grown more cold-<lb/>
                                        But thou, poor Rose! -'tis thou art growing old!<lb/>
                                        Thy beauties in their prime but yesterday;-<lb/>
                                        To-day, alas! are fading fast away!<lb/>
                                        Yield thee to Love, sweet youth, while youth is thine;<lb/>
                                        Seek thee a mate e'er yet thy youth decline,<lb/>
                                        Nor make delay to love, to woo and wed,<lb/>
                                        Till Age has strewn its snows upon thine head.<lb/>
                                        Of Life's best years waste not the richest bloom<lb/>
                                        In fruitless use, for Time in Beauty's tomb;-<lb/>
                                        Youth, Strength, and Beauty have not long to stay,<lb/>
                                        To-day they're thine-to-morow pass'd away!</p>
                                   <p>AMARE juveni fructus, crimen seni.-SENEC. in Proverb.<lb/>
                                        DESINE, dulcium<lb/>
                                        Mater saeva cupidinum,<lb/>
                                        Circà lustra decem flectere mollibus<lb/>
                                        Tam durum imperiis. Abi<lb/>
                                        Quò blandae juvenum te revocant preces. -HORACE.</p>
                                   <p>In Caducum Parietem non inclinandum.<lb/>
                                        WHEN the fresh rose first opens to the day,<lb/>
                                        'Tis wooed by all that love round flowers to play:<lb/>
                                        But when it droops and all its bloom is o'er,<lb/>
                                        No Bee then seeks it for its honey more.</p>
                                   <p>*Apes à marcidis floribus abstinere solent: mortuis, ait Plinius, floribus ne quidem corporibus insidunt.</p>
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                                   <p>So fares it ever with the rich and great<lb/>
                                        To poverty reduc'd by adverse Fate:<lb/>
                                        Few know them then, or their acquaintance boast;<lb/>
                                        Not even those who fawn'd on them the most;<lb/>
                                        Smil'd when they smild, and made without a cause<lb/>
                                        Each look and word their subjest for applause;<lb/>
                                        In sordid worship of that wealth and state<lb/>
                                        Which grov'lling minds they pay towards the great.<lb/>
                                        Then like the Rose deserted by the Bee,<lb/>
                                        When all its wealth of sweets has pass'd away,<lb/>
                                        Each shuns the fall'n, nor merit more can see<lb/>
                                        In him whose call they truchl'd to obey.</p>
                                   <p>MY lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar <lb/>
                                        off.-Psalm xxxviii. II.<lb/>
                                        MANY will entreat the favour of the prince, and every man is a friend to him that<lb/>
                                        giveth gifts; [But] all the brethren of the poor do hate him: how much more do his<lb/>
                                        friends go far from him?- Prov. xix. 6, 7.<lb/>
                                        SOME friend is a companion at the table, and will not continue in the day of thy<lb/>
                                        affliction. In thy prosperity he will be as thyself, and will be bold over thy servants:<lb/>
                                        [But] if thou be brought low, he will be against thee, and will hide himself from thy<lb/>
                                        face. -Ecclesiasticus vi. 10-12.<lb/>
                                        A FRIEND cannot be known in prosperity, and an enemy cannot be hidden in<lb/>
                                        adversity. In the prosperity of a man enemies will be grieved, but in his adversity<lb/>
                                        even a friend will depart. -Ibid. xii. 8,9.<lb/>
                                        WEALTH maketh many friends; but the poor is seperated from his neighbour.<lb/>
                                        Prov. xix. 4.<lb/>
                                        THERE is a companion which rejoiceth in the prosperity of a friend, but in the<lb/>
                                        time of trouble will be against him. There is a companion which helpeth his friend<lb/>
                                        for the belly, and taketh up the buckler against the enemy. -Ecclesiasticus xxxvii. 4,5.<lb/>
                                        WHERE the carcase is, there the eagles will be gathered together. -Matt. xxiv. 28.</p>
                                   <p>CUM Fortuna manet vultum servatis amici,<lb/>
                                        Cum credit, turpi vertitis ora fugâ. -OVID.</p>
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                                   <p>WHEN as my Light much like an ev'ning starre,<lb/>
                                        Did cast his glittering beames both neare and farre;<lb/>
                                        Then light me glorious, flame me dreadfull made,<lb/>
                                        And none injuriously durft me upbraide;<lb/>
                                        But when my Light into a snuffe did turne,<lb/>
                                        And cloth'd with darkenesse, I did caese to burne,<lb/>
                                        Loe how without defence I naked stand,<lb/>
                                        Thus torne and rent by this devouring band.<lb/>
                                        Glory, as envy, so it terrour lends<lb/>
                                        To Mortals: Majesty it selfe defends;<lb/>
                                        But after treacherous Fortune flies away,<lb/>
                                        To an unarmed dwarfe its make a prey.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
PREV uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem024b
URL_WEBPAGE http://hdl.handle.net/10111/EmblemRegistry:E019356
PARENT uiuc_83931c29eep
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
MOTTO_EN_NORM Bees Touch No Fading Flowers
NEXT uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem025b
SEQ 
IIHIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A garden with a tunnel of foliage, a withering rose-bush and a flowering rose-bush towards which bees are flying
SOURCE_FILE uiuc_83931c29eep.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE uiuc_83931c29eep_fac117
HIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11Q712
; 25F711(BEE)(+5263)
; 25G31(ROSE-BUSH)(+32)
; 25G31(ROSE-BUSH)(+35)
; 25G4(+27)
; 41A141
; 41A621
; 54B12(+4)
; 86(TURPE SENILIS AMOR)
; 86(BEES TOUCH NO FADING FLOWERS)
MOTTO_EN <p>BEES TOUCH NO FADING FLOWERS</p>
                              
URL_IMAGE uiuc_83931c29eep_pic117.jpg
ID uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem025
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0