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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>UNTIL this hapless moment I was free,<lb/>
                                        And went where'er my will or fancy led;<lb/>
                                        But now oh! where- where is that liberty<lb/>
                                        So long my boast? alas! for ever fled.<lb/>
                                        Ah! woe is me that ever I was lur'd<lb/>
                                        By aught so poor and tasteless as this rind,<lb/>
                                        To enter here, before I was assur'd<lb/>
                                        Some means of exit and escape to find. <lb/>
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                                        Till now without restraint I ran about,<lb/>
                                        Each place alike, a house secure for me;<lb/>
                                        I'd holes in plenty to go in and out,<lb/>
                                        Nor fear'd our race's direst enemy.<lb/>
                                        Now here, now there, the barn, the granary,<lb/>
                                        The kitchen, larder, parlour, and the store<lb/>
                                        Were mine to roam in full security,<lb/>
                                        And feast my fill;-what could I wish for more<lb/>
                                        Fool that I was, thus to be captive made!<lb/>
                                        I tremble at the doom that waits me now;<lb/>
                                        Yet whom I to blame or to upbraid?<lb/>
                                        Myself alonel and to my fate I bow,<lb/>
                                        Convinc'd too late, that he is caught at last,<lb/>
                                        Who runs about too much and lives too fast.</p>
                                   <p>IMBERBIS juvenis, tandem custode remoto;<lb/>
                                        Gaudet equis, canibusque, et aprici gramine campi,<lb/>
                                        Cereus in vitium flecti, monitorbibus asper,<lb/>
                                        Utilium tardus provisor, prodigus aeris,<lb/>
                                        Sublimis, cupidusque, et amata relinquere pernix.<lb/>
                                        MINIMUM debet libere, cui nimium licet.-PLUTARCH. de Educat. lib. in fin.<lb/>
                                        Who most would act according to his will,<lb/>
                                        Requires most to be restrain'd from ill.</p>
                                   <p>Fit spolians spolium.<lb/>
                                        The Spoiler is made Spoil.<lb/>
                                        ONE summer eve, beneath the greenwood shade,<lb/>
                                        I found young Phillis sitting fast asleep.<lb/>
                                        With noiseless step before th'unconscious maid,<lb/>
                                        Joying to catch her in that slumber deep,<lb/>
                                        I stood and gazed; as though to feast my sight<lb/>
                                        On ev'ry feature of her charming face:<lb/>
                                        And though her eye-lids veil'd from me their light,<lb/>
                                        Her rosy mouth, with such bewitching grace,<lb/>
                                        Seem'd as it were to proffer me the kiss<lb/>
                                        So oft denied me with a smart rebuke;<lb/>
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                                        That turning Thief at once, I stole the bliss;<lb/>
                                        But in that theft, lost more than what I took.<lb/>
                                        So, gentle reader, in the Love-chase too,<lb/>
                                        As with the mouse entrapp'd for love of bacon;<lb/>
                                        We're often made our very luch to rue,<lb/>
                                        Just when the thing most wished for has been taken.<lb/>
                                        I stole from her a kiss, but Phillis, she<lb/>
                                        At once stole heart and peace of mind from me;<lb/>
                                        The mouse, poor thing, lost life with liberty;<lb/>
                                        But without Phillis, what were life to me?<lb/>
                                        Oh! Love, thy pow'r surpasses all belief-<lb/>
                                        That Phillis sleeping, thus should steal the Thief!<lb/>
                                        Who poaching goed on Love's domain,<lb/>
                                        Oft loses where he thought to gain:<lb/>
                                        And when least thinking such may be,<lb/>
                                        To his surprise doth ofttimes see,<lb/>
                                        Just like the mouse above pourtray'd,<lb/>
                                        Himself ensnar'd, and captive made.</p>
                                   <p>-Carpítque et carpitur unà,<lb/>
                                        Suppliciumque sui est.-OVID.</p>
                                   <p>Poena comes Sceleris.<lb/>
                                        Punishment is the companion of Crime.<lb/>
                                        JUST as the greedy rat has seiz'd the bacon,<lb/>
                                        Down falls the trap, and lo! the thief is taken.<lb/>
                                        The prey though seized, of what avail to him?<lb/>
                                        That blow struck terror into every limb!<lb/>
                                        'Tis not enough to say: the evil deed<lb/>
                                        Brings its requital as the doer's meed:<lb/>
                                        The culprit from the moment of his crime,<lb/>
                                        Stung by his conscience through each hour of time,<lb/>
                                        Though none pursue, in each a captor sees,<lb/>
                                        Starts at each sound that's borne upon the breeze,<lb/>
                                        And where none other aught of terror deems,<lb/>
                                        Quails 'sore the hangman of his nightly dreams.<lb/>
                                        THE wicked flee when no man pursueth.-Prov. xxvii. I.<lb/>
                                        OH coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!<lb/>
                                        Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh-<lb/>
                                        What do I fear?-Myself? -SHAKESPEARE.<lb/>
                                        WHICH way I move is Hell; myself am hell.-MILTON.</p>
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                                   <p>WHEN as the conqu'ring fleete return'd from Troy,<lb/>
                                        And Pallas stormy wrath did them annoy;<lb/>
                                        Then Nauplius sought revenge upon the Greekes,<lb/>
                                        And hang'd out Lanterns on the rocky creekes;<lb/>
                                        The Greekes deceived did the rockes mistake,<lb/>
                                        And dashing gainst them did nights shipwracke make.<lb/>
                                        Whilst we unto our wisht-for Country goe,<lb/>
                                        This lifes fierce billowes tosse us to and fro;<lb/>
                                        Honour and glory hang out lights so faire,<lb/>
                                        And Siren-like doe seeke us to ensnare:<lb/>
                                        A joyfull, quiet haven they doe pretend;<lb/>
                                        But oft they drave us to a dolefull end:<lb/>
                                        If thou be wise shunne honours lights so hy,<lb/>
                                        And from shipwracking Siren pleasure fly.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
PREV uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem037b
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PARENT uiuc_83931c29eep
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
MOTTO_EN_NORM Excess of Liberty Leads to Servitude
NEXT uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem038b
SEQ 
IIHIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A mouse in a trap about to take the bait
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HIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 25F26(MOUSE)(+621)
; 34D111
; 41A111
; 41A62
; 41A67
; 41C6
; 41C695
; 86(EXCESS OF LIBERTY LEADS TO SERVITUDE)
; 86(NIMIA LIBERTAS SIT SERVITUS)
MOTTO_EN <p>EXCESS OF LIBERTY LEADS TO SERVITUDE</p>
                              
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ID uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem038
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