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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>COME here, all Friends, who knew, and would<lb/>
                                        Advise me for the best;-<lb/>
                                        I've got a Nose, the sight and thought<lb/>
                                        Of which destroys me rest.<lb/>
                                        A Nose, alas! with wens and wheals<lb/>
                                        Surcharged and cover'd o'er;<lb/>
                                        A huge unsightly Nose, such as<lb/>
                                        No man e'er had before.<lb/>
                                        <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac162"/>
                                        It looks just like a bald-coot's nose,<lb/>
                                        It's scarlet-red and blue,<lb/>
                                        And just as if a younger lot<lb/>
                                        Of Noses on it grew.<lb/>
                                        Oh, such a Nose! a snout so strange!<lb/>
                                        That when I'm in the street,<lb/>
                                        Each looks at it surpris'd, and all<lb/>
                                        The children that I meet<lb/>
                                        Point after me and say, ''Oh! what<lb/>
                                        A Nose that man has got!<lb/>
                                        Who ever saw the like of that?<lb/>
                                        'Tis like a Porter's knot!''<lb/>
                                        And in forsooth, my Nose is like<lb/>
                                        An Ostrich-egg in size,<lb/>
                                        'Tis like a huge black-pudding that<lb/>
                                        Stands out between my eyes.<lb/>
                                        At sight of it, myself, sometimes<lb/>
                                        I'm terrified, nor know<lb/>
                                        What with it I'm to do, or if<lb/>
                                        Yet larger it may grow.<lb/>
                                        A Nose!-but there, I've said enough;<lb/>
                                        I cannot longer bear<lb/>
                                        So hideous a thing as this<lb/>
                                        Upon my face to wear.<lb/>
                                        I often think I'll cut it off!-<lb/>
                                        And why not?-why delay<lb/>
                                        To do what one hears speak of in<lb/>
                                        The Proverb ev'ry day?<lb/>
                                        But hold! are Noses after all<lb/>
                                        No use upon the face?<lb/>
                                        Although their shape and size be not<lb/>
                                        Consistent quite with grace?<lb/>
                                        If cut it off I do-Why what<lb/>
                                        An awful gap there'll be!<lb/>
                                        Without a Nose, my face will them<lb/>
                                        Be horrible to see!<lb/>
                                        Eh! friend, put by thy knife, nor lift<lb/>
                                        A suicidal hand<lb/>
                                        Against thyself! for as thou art,<lb/>
                                        'Tis meet to understand,<lb/>
                                        Lies neither in thy will nor right<lb/>
                                        <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac163"/>
                                        To mar, nor to upbraid;<lb/>
                                        Bow meekly rather to His Will<lb/>
                                        Who thine affliction laid!<lb/>
                                        Seek not with violence to do<lb/>
                                        What patience may effect;<lb/>
                                        By gentle means 'tis easier oft<lb/>
                                        To heal and to correct.<lb/>
                                        Try these, my friend, they may avail,<lb/>
                                        But should they not succeed,<lb/>
                                        Spare thine own flesh, nor mar thy face<lb/>
                                        By such ungodly deed.<lb/>
                                        Wouldst further know, my friends, some rule<lb/>
                                        Of conduct to deduce<lb/>
                                        From this my theme? Read on- my aim<lb/>
                                        Is but to be of use.<lb/>
                                        Herefrom learn also to respect<lb/>
                                        The failings of thy friend,-<lb/>
                                        To him who to thy blood belongs,<lb/>
                                        Thine helping hand extend:<lb/>
                                        When husband or the wife have left<lb/>
                                        Their duty's path awhile-<lb/>
                                        A mother, brother, sister err'd,<lb/>
                                        Strive thou to reconcile.<lb/>
                                        Forsake thy kindred not that they<lb/>
                                        Have fall'n their cross beneath;<lb/>
                                        The strength has not been giv'n to all<lb/>
                                        To gain the Victor's wreath:<lb/>
                                        Though thou their errors mayest hate,<lb/>
                                        Let judgetment be deferr'd;<lb/>
                                        Hate thou not them, but pity more<lb/>
                                        That they should so have err'd.<lb/>
                                        Drag not their faults into the light,<lb/>
                                        But kindly draw the veil,<lb/>
                                        As teaches Love, that other eyes<lb/>
                                        May see not where they fail,<lb/>
                                        By the Physician thou, and strive<lb/>
                                        All that thou canst to cure;<lb/>
                                        Canst thou not heal, then learn, and teach<lb/>
                                        How others may endure.<lb/>
                                        THe suff'ring limb by force is not made whole,<lb/>
                                        Nor heals Reproof the gangrene of the soul.</p>
                                   <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac164"/>
                                   <p>MY Light is pleasant, when the night doth gloome,<lb/>
                                        And pitchy darkenesse lines the mourning roome;<lb/>
                                        Whither thou lists Cleanthes smoake to blow,<lb/>
                                        Or if the Matron like to twist her tow.<lb/>
                                        When Phoebus setteth, I watch centenall<lb/>
                                        Untill he from my station doth me call.<lb/>
                                        Spare me, lend not my light to Titans ray.<lb/>
                                        So shalt th' enjoy me when there is no day.<lb/>
                                        If thy estate be meane, husband it well,<lb/>
                                        And it Attalick wealth shall parallell.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
PREV uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem035b
URL_WEBPAGE http://hdl.handle.net/10111/EmblemRegistry:E019367
PARENT uiuc_83931c29eep
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
MOTTO_EN_NORM Who Cuts Off His Nose Spites His Own Face
NEXT uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem036b
SEQ 
IIHIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A man cutting off his own nose
SOURCE_FILE uiuc_83931c29eep.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE uiuc_83931c29eep_fac161
HIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 31A51111
; 31A5351
; 41A421
; 41A711
; 41A7211
; 41A771
; 41B214
; 41C7111
; 41D221(HAT)
; 48C5142
; 49G353(+0)
; 57A4(+0)
; 58AA12
; 86(SNIJDT MEN ZIJN NEUS AF MEN SCHENDT ZIJN AANGEZICHT)
; 86(WHO CUTS OFF HIS NOSE SPITES HIS OWN FACE)
MOTTO_EN <p>WHO CUTS OFF HIS NOSE SPITES HIS OWN FACE</p>
                              
URL_IMAGE uiuc_83931c29eep_pic161.jpg
ID uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem036
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0