Lychnocausia Sive Moralia Facum Emblemata: Lights Morall Emblems: Authore Roberto Farlaeo Scoto-Britanno [i.e. by Robert Farley] |
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Lychnocausia | ||
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[My splendor with his bright and Sun-like ray]
My splendor with his bright and Sun-like ray,
Doth cheere the house, and darkenesse chase away;
To thee wh'art blind, I'm darke as sable night,
It's thy default, not mine; thou lak'st thy sight.
The Moule cannot Hypertons glory see;
Who want their eyes, no comfort have by me.
Doth cheere the house, and darkenesse chase away;
To thee wh'art blind, I'm darke as sable night,
It's thy default, not mine; thou lak'st thy sight.
The Moule cannot Hypertons glory see;
Who want their eyes, no comfort have by me.
Christ is the glory of that light from hie,
Which can the darkest Chaos full descry;
And yet we see him not untill our eyes
He open, which thickest darkenesse doth surprise;
Then doth his light unto himselfe reflect
From us as mirrours, with a new aspect.
Which can the darkest Chaos full descry;
And yet we see him not untill our eyes
He open, which thickest darkenesse doth surprise;
Then doth his light unto himselfe reflect
From us as mirrours, with a new aspect.
Lychnocausia | ||