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Sions sonets. Sung by Solomon the King, and periphras'd by Fra. Quarles; Bible. O.T. Lamentations. English. Quarles. Paraphrases.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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a seuerall grace 6. ALl you that wish prosperitie and peace To crowne our Contract with a long encrease Of future joyes ô shield my simple Loue From those that seeke her ruine and remoue The base Opposers of her best designes Destroy those Foxes that destroy her Vines Her Vines are fruitfull but her tender grapes Are spoil'd by Foxes clad in humane shapes The BRIDE in her owne person SONET IX WHat greater joy can blesse my soule then this That my Beloued's mine and I am His Our soules are knit the world cannot vntwine The joyfull vnion of His heart and Mine In Him I liue in Him my soule 's possest With heauenly solace and eternall rest Heauen onely knowes the blisse my soule enjoyes Fond earth 's to dull to apprehend such joyes 2. THou sweet perfection of my full delights Till that bright Day deuoted to the rites Of our solemniz'd Nuptials shall come Come liue with me and make this heart thy Home Disdaine me not Although my face appeare Deform'd and clowdie yet my heart is cleare Make haste Let not the swift-foot Roe-buck flee The following Hounds so fast as thou to mee 3. I Thought my Loue had taken vp his rest Within the secret Cabin of my brest I thought the closed Curtaines did immure His gentle slumbers but was too secure For driuen with loue to the false bed I stept To view his slumbring beautie as he slept But he was gone yet plainly there was seene The curious dint where he had lately beene 4. IMpatient of his absence thus bereauen Of him then whom I had no other heauen I rau'd a while not able to digest So great a losse to lose so faire a Guest I left no path vntrac'd no place vnsought No secret Cell vnsearcht no way vnthought I ask'd the Shade but shadowes could not hide him I ask'd the World but all the World denyde him 5. MY jealous Loue distemp'red with distraction Made fierce with feare vnapt for satisfaction Applyes fresh fuell to my flaming fires With Eagles wings supplyes my quick desires Vp to the walls I rambled where I spyde The Citie watch to whom with teares I cryde Ah gentle Watchmen you aloft descry What 's darke to vs Did not my Loue passe by 6. AT length when dull despaire had gain'd the ground Of tyred hopes my Faith fell in a swound But Hee whose sympathizing heart did finde The tyrant passion of my troubled minde Forthwith appear'd What Angels tongue can let The World conceiue our pleasures when we met And till the joyes of our espoused hearts Be made compleat the World ne're more shall part 's BRIDEGROOME SONET X. NOw rests my Loue Till now her tender brest Wanting her joy could finde no peace nor rest I charge you all by the true loue you beare To friendship or what else you count most deare Disturbe her not but let her sleepe her fill I charge you all vpon your lifes be still O may that lab'ring soule that liues opprest For me in me receiue eternall rest 2. VVHat curious face is this What mortall birth Can show a beautie thus vnstayn'd with earth What glorious Angell wanders thus alone From earths foule Dungeon to my Fathers Throne It is my Loue my loue that hath denyde The world for me It is my fairest Bride How fragrant is her breath How heauenly faire Her Angell face Each glorifying the Aire BRIDE SONET XI O How I 'm rauisht with eternall blisse Who e're thought heauen a joy cōpar'd to this How doe the pleasures of his glorious Face Adde glorie to the glorie of this place See how Kings Courts surmount poore Shephards cells So this the pride of Solomon excells Rich wreathes of glorie crowne his royall Head And troopes of Angels waite vpon his Bed 2. THe Court of Princely Solomon was guarded With able men at armes their faith rewarded With fading honours subject to the fate Of Fortune and the jealous frownes of State But here th' harmonious Quire of heauen attend Whose prize is glorie glorie without end Vnmixt without doubtings or degenerous feare A greater Prince then Solomon is here 3. THe Bridall bed of Princely Solomon Whose beautie ' amaz'd the greedie lookers on Which all the world admired to behold Was but of Cedar and her Sted of gold Her Pillars siluer and her Canopie Of silkes but richly stayn'd with puple die Her Curtaines wrought in workes workes rarely led By th' needles art such was the bridall bed 4. SVch was the bridall bed which Time or Age Durst neuer warrant from th' opprobrious rage Of enuious fate Earths measure 's but a minit Earth fades all fades vpon it all within it O but the glorie ' of this diuiner place No Age can injure nor yet Time deface To bright an obiect for weake eyes to bide Or tongues t' expresse Who euer saw 't but dyde 5. VVHo e're beheld the royall Crowne set on The nuptiall browes of Princely Solomon His glorious pompe whose honour did display The noysed Triumphs of his Marriage day A greater Prince then Solomon is here The beautie of whose Nuptials shall appeare More glorious farre transcending his as farre As heauens bright Lamp out-shines th' obscurest Starre BRIDEGROOME SONET XII HOw orient is thy beautie How diuine How darke's the glorie of the earth to thine Thy vailed eyes out-shine heauens greater light Vnconquer'd by the shadie Clowd of night The curious Tresses dangle all vnbound With vnaffected order to the ground How orient is thy beautie How diuine How darke's the glorie of the earth to thine 2. THy Iuorie Teeth in whitenesse doe out-goe The downe of Swans or Winters driuen snowe Whose euen proportions liuely represent Th' harmonious Musicke of vnite consent Whose perfect whitnesse Time could neuer blot Nor Age the Canker of destruction not How orient is thy beautie How diuine How darke's the glorie of the earth to thine 3. THe rubie Portalls of thy ballane'd words Send forth a welcome relish which affords A heauen of blisse and makes the earth rejoyce To heare the Accent of thy heauenly voyce The maiden blushes of thy Cheekes proclaime A shame of guilt but not a guilt of shame How orient is thy beautie How diuine How darke's the glorie of the earth to thine 4. THy Necke vnbeautifyde with borrow'd grace Is whiter then the Lillies of thy face If whiter may for beautie and for powre 'T is like the glorie of Dauids princely Towre What vassall spirit could despaire or faint Finding protection from so sure a Saint How orient is thy beautie How diuine How darke's the glorie of the earth to Thine 5. THe deare-bought fruit of that forbidden Tree Was not so daintie as thy Apples bee These curious Apples of thy snowy brests Wherein a Paradise of pleasure rests They breathe such life into the rauisht Eye That the inflam'd beholder cannot die How
SIONS SONETS Sung By SOLOMON the King And PERIPHRAS'D By FRA. QVARLES LONDON Printed by W. Stansby for Thomas Dewe and are to bee sold at his shoppe in Saint Dunstanes Church-yard 1625. TO THE TRVLY NOBLE AND NO LESSE GOOD THEN GREAT LORD IAMES MARQVES Hamleton SIR HAd these Lines beene loose and lasciuious I had either pickt out a lesse honorable Patron or stood to the courtesie of euery wanton Reader But being as they are of a diuine subiect therefore subiect to the ill-digested humours of light heads by your fauour thrice noble Lord you are bound to protect it being the knowne Patron to goodnesse There are too few such This makes glorious Vice so bold and bashfull Vertue so inglorious You are a bright Starre in our Orbe on which all good eyes are fixt and by the speciall influence of which these presented Lines had their conception their birth their being and now crept forth repay themselues to You hope to receiue honour from You and sue for protection vnder You. So I commit them to the honour of so great a fortune SIR The true honourer of your admired worth FRANCIS QVARLES To the Readers REaders now you haue them May the end of my paines be the beginning of your pleasures Excuse me for soaring so high else giue me leaue to excuse my selfe Indeed I flue with Eagles feathers otherwise I had not flowne or falne It is the Song of Songs I here present you with The Author King SOLOMON the wisest of Kings The matter mysticall the diuinest of subiects The Speakers CHRIST the Bridegroome the CHVRCH the Bride The end to invite you all to the weddïng Farewell AN EPITHALME TO THE BRIDEGROOME HOSANNA to the Highest Ioy betide The heauenly Bridegroome and his holy Bride Let Heauen aboue be fill'd with songs Let Earth triumph below For euer silent be those tongues That can be silent now You Rocks and Stones I charge you all to breake Your flintie silence if men cease to speake You that professe that sacred Art Or now or neuer show it Pleade not your Muse is out of heart Here 's that creates a Poet. Be rauish'd Earth to see this contract driuen 'Twixt sinfull Man and reconciled Heauen Dismount you Quire of Angels come With Men your joyes diuide Heauen neuer show'd so sweet a GROOME Nor Earth so faire a BRIDE SIONS SONETS BRIDE SONET I. 1. O That the bountie of those lips diuine Would seale their fauours on these lips of mine That by those welcome kisses I might see The mutuall loue betwixt my Loue and mee For truer blisse no worldly ioy allowes Then sacred Kisses from so sweet a Spouse With which no earthly pleasures may compare Riche Wines are not so delicate as thay're 2. NOr Myrrhe nor Cassia nor the choice perfumes Of vnctious Narde or Aromatick fumes Or hot Arabia doe enrich the aire With more delitious sweetnesse then the faire Reports that crowne the merits of thy Name With heauenly Laurels of eternall fame Which makes the Virgins fixe their eyes vpon thee And all that view thee are enamour'd on thee 3. O Let the beautie of thy Sunne-like face Inflame my soule and let thy glorie chace Disloyall thoughts Let not the World allure My chaste desires from a Spouse so pure But when as Time shall place me on thy Throne My feares will cease and interrupt by none I shall transcend the stile of Transitorie And full of glorie still be fill'd with glorie 4. BVt you my curious and too nice Allyes That view my fortunes with two narrow eyes You say my face is blacke and foule 't is true I 'm beauteous to my Loue though black to you My censure stands not vpon your esteeme He sees me as I am you as I seeme You see the Cloudes but he discernes the Skie Know 'T is my Maske that lookes so blacke not I. 5. VVHat if Afflictions doe dis-imbellish My naturall glorie and denie the rellish Of my adjourned beautie yet disdaine not Her by whose necessarie losse you gaine not I was enforc'd to swelter in the Sunne And keepe a strangers Vine left mine alone I left mine owne and kept a strangers Vine The fault was mine but was not onely mine 6. O Thou whose loue I prize aboue my life More worthy farre t' enjoy a fairer wife Tell mee to what coole shade dost thou resort Where graze thy Sheepe where doe thy Lambs disport Free from the scortching of this sowltrie weather O tell thy Loue and let thy Loue come thither Say gentle Shephard fits it thee to cherish Thy priuate Flocks and let thy true Loue perish BRIDEGROOME SONET II. ILlustrious Bride more radiant and more bright Then th' eye of Noone thrice fairer then the light Thou dearest off-spring of my dying blood And treasure of my soule why hast thou stood Parching so long in those ambitious beames Come come and coole thee in these siluer streames Vnshade thy Face cast backe those golden Locks And I will make thee Mistris of my Flocks 2. O Thou the Center of my choise desires In whom I rest in whom my soule respires Thou art the flowre of beautie and I prize thee Aboue the World how e're the World disprize thee The blinde imagins all things black by kinde Thou art as beautifull as they are blinde And as the fairest troopes of Pharoes Steeds Exceed the rest so Thou the rest exceeds 3. THy Cheeke the garden where fresh beautie plants Her choysest flowers no adorning wants There wants no relish of diuiner grace To summe compleatnesse in so sweet a face Thy Neck without a blemish without blot Then pearle's more orient cleare from staine or spot Thy Gemmes and Iewels full of curious art Imply the sacred treasures of thy heart 4. THe Sunne-bright glorie of thy resounding fame Addes glorie to the glorie of my Name The more 's thy honour Loue the more thou striu'st To honour me Thou gaynest what thou giu'st My Father whom our Contract hath made thine Will giue thee large endowments of diuine And euerlasting treasure Thus by mee Thou shalt be rich that am thus rich in Thee BRIDE SONET III. OH how my soule is rauisht with the joyes That spring like fountains frō my true loues voice How cordiall are his lips How sweet his tongue Each word he breathes is a melodious song Hee absent ah how is my glorie dimme I haue no beautie not deriu'd from Him What e're I haue from Him alone I haue And Hee takes pleasure in those gifts hee gaue 2. AS fragrant Myrrhe within the bosome hid Sents more delitious then before it did And yet receiues no sweetnesse from that brest That prooues the sweeter for so sweet a guest Euen so the fauour of my dearest Spouse Thus priz'd and placed in my heart endowes My ardent soule with sweetnesse and inspires With heauenly rauishment my rapt desires 3. VVHo