Delights for the ingenious, in above fifty select and choice emblems, divine and moral, ancient and modern curiously ingraven upon copper plates : with fifty delightful poems and lots for the more lively illustration of each emblem, whereby instruction and good counsel may be promoted and furthered by an honest and pleasant recreation : to which is prefixed an incomparable poem, entituled Majesty in misery, or, An imploration to the King of Kings, written by His late Majesty K. Charles the First, with his own hand, during his captivity in Carisbrook Castle, in the Isle or Wight, 1648 : with an emblem / collected by R.B., author of the History of the wars of England, Remarks of London, and Admirable curiosities, &c.

Emblem XXXIV.

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Fero.

THE Thirty fourth Emblem Illustrated.

Be wary whosoe're thou be, For from Loves Arrows none are free.

GAllants, beware; for here's a wanton Wagg, Who, having Bows and Arrows, makes his brag That he hath some unhappy trick to play; And vows to shoot at all he meets to day. Pray be not careless; for the Boy is blind, And sometimes strikes, where most he seemeth kind. This rambling Archer spares nor one, nor other: Yea, otherwhile, the Monkey shoots his Mother.

Though you be little Children, come not near; For, I remember (though't be many a year

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Now gone and past,) that, when I was a Lad, My Heart, a prick, by this young wanton had, That pain'd me seven years after: nor had I The grace (thus warn'd) to escape his waggery; But many times, ev'n since I was a man, He shot me, oftner then I tell you can: And if I had not been the stronger-hearted, I for my over-daring, might have smarted.

You laugh now, as if this were nothing so; But, if you meet this Blinkard with his Bow, You may unless you take the better care, Receive a wound, before you be aware. I fear him not; for I have learned how To keep my heart-strings from his Arrows now: And so might you, and so might ev'ry one That vain Occasions truely seeks to shun. But if you slight my Counsels, you may chance To blame at last, your wilful ignorance:

For, some, who thought, at first, his wounds but small, Have dyed by them, in an Hospital.

Lot 34.

THis Lot of yours, doth plainly show That in some danger now you go, But wounds by steel, yet fear you not, No Pistolling nor Canon Shot,

But rather dread the Shafts that fly From some deep wounding Wantons eye, your greatest perils are from thence, Get therefore Armor of Defence.