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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>YOU say that Isabella is of such surpassing grace,<lb/>
                                        So beautiful in form and ev'ry feature of her face;<lb/>
                                        That you're surpris'd I do not ask her hand at once, as you<lb/>
                                        Affirm, if you were in my place, you would without ado.<lb/>
                                        But, Friend, you are mistaken, and you estimate too high<lb/>
                                        The beauty of a figure, and the lustre of an eye:<lb/>
                                        These I admit she has, but something wanting still I find-<lb/>
                                        Though beautiful in face,-she wants the beauty of the mind.<lb/>
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                                        She's like the handsome Monument, to which the sculptor's art<lb/>
                                        Has given grace and symmetry to every outward part;<lb/>
                                        Externally adorn'd with all that most the eye can win,<lb/>
                                        All outward shew like that is she, but empty all within.<lb/>
                                        Pay less regard to Form and Face, when you select a wife;<lb/>
                                        They Beauty of the Mind alone is that which lasts for life.</p>
                                   <p>MISTAKEN Nature here has join'd<lb/>
                                        A beauteous face and ugly mind;<lb/>
                                        In vain the faultless features strike,<lb/>
                                        When soul and body are unlike:<lb/>
                                        Pity that snowy breast should hide<lb/>
                                        Deceit and avarice and pride. -POPE.<lb/>
                                        NAM divinitus interdum, Venerisque sagittis,<lb/>
                                        Deteriore fit ut formâ muliercula ametur;<lb/>
                                        Nam facit ipsa suis interdum foemina factis,<lb/>
                                        Morigerisque modis, et mundo corpore culta,<lb/>
                                        Ut facilè insuescat vir secum ducere vitam.-LUCRET.<lb/>
                                        PLUS aliquid formâ est, plus est oculisque genisque;<lb/>
                                        Plus aliquid toto corpore, quidquid amo.-DAN. HEYNSIUS.<lb/>
                                        SIT procul omne nefas, ut ameris amabilis esto;<lb/>
                                        Quod tibi non facies, solaque forma dabit.-OVID.<lb/>
                                        TEMERARIIS judiciis plena sunt omnia, de quo desperamus subito convertitur, et fit<lb/>
                                        optimus; de quo multum praesumpseramus, deficit et fit pessimus, nec timor noster<lb/>
                                        certus est, nec amor.-AUGUST. de Past.</p>
                                   <p>JUDGE not according to the Appearance, but judge righteous judgment.<lb/>
                                        John vii. 24.<lb/>
                                        THE Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance,<lb/>
                                        but the Lord looketh on the heart.-I Sam. xvi. 7.<lb/>
                                        FAVOUR is deceitful, and Beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she<lb/>
                                        shall be praised.-Proverbs xxxi. 30.<lb/>
                                        TEL semble sage en apparence,<lb/>
                                        Qui fol est en quintessence.</p>
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                                   <p>Fronti nulla Fides.<lb/>
                                        WHEN travellers first the Pyramids behold,<lb/>
                                        Lifting their sun-lit tops in contrast bold<lb/>
                                        Against the splendour of th'Egyptian sky;<lb/>
                                        Their grand dimensions to the fancy brings<lb/>
                                        The semblance of the Palaces of Kings;<lb/>
                                        So great is their external majesty!<lb/>
                                        But what are they within?-No Halls are there,<lb/>
                                        No Royal Courts, nor Princely Chambers fair,<lb/>
                                        The imaged scenes of Eastern pageantry.<lb/>
                                        What then? mere dust! the Ashes of the Dead!<lb/>
                                        Around, within, on every side outspread<lb/>
                                        In one drear, dread Sepulchral mockery!<lb/>
                                        'Tis thus we are instructed to beware<lb/>
                                        Of judging from Apppearances alone;<lb/>
                                        ''The Castles that we image in the air''<lb/>
                                        Are not more empty-when the truth is known.</p>
                                   <p>Plus on a de fonds, et plus on est homme.<lb/>
                                        THE Inside ought always to be worth as much again as the outward appearance.<lb/>
                                        There are people who have exterior only; resembling houses which have not<lb/>
                                        been finished for want of funds: the entry is palatial, the inside a hovel. This kind<lb/>
                                        or Persons presents nothing to fix the attention, or rather, all within them is fixed;<lb/>
                                        for after the first salutation the conversation is ended. They make their introductory<lb/>
                                        bow, after the fashion of the Sicilian horses, which after one or two caracoles become<lb/>
                                        suddenly metamorphosed into motionless taciturnity. For words are soon exhausted<lb/>
                                        when the mind is barren. It is easy for them to deceive others who like themselves<lb/>
                                        have nothing but appearance, but they are objects of pity to persons of discernment,<lb/>
                                        who soon discover that they are empty within.-GRACIAN'S Maxims.</p>
                                   <p>Tinnit; inane est.<lb/>
                                        IT'S empty: hark, it sounds: 'tis vain and void,<lb/>
                                        What's here to be enjoy'd<lb/>
                                        But grief and sickness, and large bills of sorrow,<lb/>
                                        Drawn now, and cross'd to-morrow?<lb/>
                                        Or what are men, but puffs of dying breath,<lb/>
                                        Reviv'd with living death?<lb/>
                                        Fond youth, oh, build thy hopes on surer grounds<lb/>
                                        Than what dull flesh propounds:<lb/>
                                        Trust not this hollow world, 'tis empty: hark, it sounds.<lb/>
                                        QUARLES' Emblems</p>
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                                   <p>WHO so beholds this smoaky snuffe of mine,<lb/>
                                        He must needs thinke that sometime I did shine;<lb/>
                                        But now my Light is gone, my glory's darke,<lb/>
                                        Onely of Light I have the brand and marke.<lb/>
                                        Who for his Country hath with valour stood,<lb/>
                                        His wounds doe shew, that he hath spent his blood:<lb/>
                                        In Venus training who hath beene practised,<lb/>
                                        Some token he bears of what he exercised.<lb/>
                                        The Schollars badge, are fallow lookes and blanch,<lb/>
                                        The gluttons is the fatnesse of his panch.<lb/>
                                        Vertue and vice doth leave some token behind,<lb/>
                                        Which of themselves doe put us still in minde.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
PREV uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem046b
URL_WEBPAGE http://hdl.handle.net/10111/EmblemRegistry:E019378
PARENT uiuc_83931c29eep
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
MOTTO_EN_NORM Within is Emptiness
NEXT uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem047b
SEQ 
IIHIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A pyramid (obelisk) in a mountainous landscape, a symbol of external beauty
SOURCE_FILE uiuc_83931c29eep.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE uiuc_83931c29eep_fac205
HIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 25H11
; 25I22
; 42E361
; 42E363
; 51A51(+4)
; 51AA51(+4)
; 86(IN RECESSU NIHIL)
; 86(WITHIN IS EMPTINESS)
; 98C(RHODOPIS)3
MOTTO_EN <p>WITHIN IS EMPTINESS</p>
                              
URL_IMAGE uiuc_83931c29eep_pic205.jpg
ID uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem047
CHILDREN 
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