A choice of emblemes, and other devises For the moste part gathered out of sundrie writers, Englished and Moralized. And divers newly devised, by Geffrey Whitney. A worke adorned with varietie of matter, both pleasant and profitable: Wherein those that please, maye finde to fit their fancies: Bicause herein, by the office of the eie, and the eare, the minde maye reape dooble delighte throughe holsome preceptes, shadowed with pleasant deuises: both fit for the vertuous, to their incoraging: and for the wicked, for their admonishing and amendment |
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Superbiæ vltio.
Of NIOBE, behoulde the ruthefull plighte,
Bicause shee did dispise the powers deuine:
Her children all, weare slaine within her sighte,
And, while her selfe with tricklinge teares did pine,
Shee was transform'de, into a marble stone,
Which, yet with teares, dothe seeme to waile, and mone.
Bicause shee did dispise the powers deuine:
Her children all, weare slaine within her sighte,
And, while her selfe with tricklinge teares did pine,
Shee was transform'de, into a marble stone,
Which, yet with teares, dothe seeme to waile, and mone.
This tragedie, thoughe Poëtts first did frame,
Yet maie it bee, to euerie one applide:
That mortall men, shoulde thinke from whence they came,
And not presume, nor puffe them vp with pride,
Leste that the Lorde, whoe haughty hartes doth hate,
Doth throwe them downe, when sure they thinke theyr state.
Yet maie it bee, to euerie one applide:
That mortall men, shoulde thinke from whence they came,
And not presume, nor puffe them vp with pride,
Leste that the Lorde, whoe haughty hartes doth hate,
Doth throwe them downe, when sure they thinke theyr state.
Este procul læti, cernant mea funera tristes;
Non similis toto mæror in orbe fuit.
Bis septem natos peperi, bis pignora septem:
Me miseram! Diuûm sustulit ira mihi.
Non similis toto mæror in orbe fuit.
Bis septem natos peperi, bis pignora septem:
Me miseram! Diuûm sustulit ira mihi.
Dirigui demum lacrymis, & marmora manant.
Sic mihi mors dolorest; sic mihi vita, dolor.
Discite, mortales, quid sit turgescere fastu,
Et quid sit magnos posthabuisse Deos.
Sic mihi mors dolorest; sic mihi vita, dolor.
Discite, mortales, quid sit turgescere fastu,
Et quid sit magnos posthabuisse Deos.
Bapt. Gyraldus.
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