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A10251
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Diuine fancies digested into epigrammes, meditations, and observations / by Fra. Quarles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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Rhemus what demented Soule would spare To ruine Wife or to dis-land an Heyre Rather then feele such torments you pretend That equall Hell in all but Time and end Ah Rhemus If the power of Gold be such How dare you be so bold to dye so rich 18. On JACOB NE're boast thy Bargaine Iacob For poore wee Have made a better contract far then thee We envy not his Land thou didst inherit Our Brother tooke our Flesh gave us his Spirit 19. On SIMON MAGVS SImon bring Gold enough and I will tell thee Wher thou shalt buy what Peter wold not sâ—l thee Repaire to his Successors They are free And frolick Gamsters not so strict as Hee Nay if thy Gold be weake they will not stand To sell good Pen'worths at the second hand They 'l sell good cheape but they 'l not give to any No Pater-noster where there is no Penny No if thy purse be like an empty Shell They will not give what Peter would not sell. 20. On the Bishop of Rome ADmit great Prelat that thou wert that Rock Wheron the Church was founded coldst unlock The gates of Heav'n and with thy golden Key Make Hel thy Pris'ner and the Fiends obey Thy Papall dignity would far be greater If thou wert Simon but as well as Peter 21. On MILO DO strive to enter Milo though the Gate Be narrow and the rugged passage straight Lessen thy selfe and fast thy carkas thin Take in thy Flesh 't will get thee easier in Look up to heav'n t will raise thy body'uprighter Give lib'rall alms t will make thee tread the lighter Sweat forth thy base corruptions and inherit Thy promis'd Crowne halfe lost for want of spirit Let not thy destard and dull thoughts disdaine Those works which cold despaire mistakes as vaine Take heed Let not thy queazy Soule repine Against those Actions which are none of thine Heav'n bids thee shine what if thy Rayes be dim Doe thou thy best leave the successe to Him Follow thy Worke And when thy Soule shall be Gather'd from hence thy Works shall follow thee 22. On Rome GOod Workes abound in Rome 'T is well they doe 'T is the best string they chalenge to their Bow But ev'ry Hee 's no Monck that weares a Hood 'T is well if they 'r well done as well as good When wandring Passengers have lost their way No sort of men that ride so fast as they 23. On three dayes and nights THou knowst our dying Saviour did repose On Friday On the Sabbath he arose Tell me by what account can he be said To lodge three dayes and nights among the dead He dyde for all the World what wanted here Was full supply'd in t'other Hemisphere 24. On TOBITS Dogge WHat luck had Tobits dog what grace what glory Thus to be Kenel'd in th' Eternall Story Vntill th' Apocrypha and Scripture sever The mem'ry of Tobits dogg shall live for ever 25. On the Gospell VVHen two Evangelists shall seeme to vary In one discourse they 'r divers not contrary One Truth doth guide them both One spirit doth Direct them doubt not to beleeve them both 26. On SERVIO SErvio 'T is scarcely worth thy paines to smother Or to subdue one Sin and hugge another Beleeve it Servio he that is in thrall To one is a potentiall Slave to all 27. On FORMIO FOrmio will keepe the Sabbath read and pray His lips are seal'd from oaths upon that day Formio is clad in black and will absent His fleshly thoughts this holy time of Lent Thinkst thou that Formio's shaking hands with Sin No t is but giving hands to meet agin 28. On IOHN and IESVS IOhn was the Morning-starre that did fore-run The long-wisht rising of our Glorious Sun The first word that Iohns preaching lips expressed Was this Repent Our Saviours first was Blessed Iohn makes th' incision Iesus makes it sound Iesus nere cures where Iohn ne'r made a wound 29. On dispossessing VVE read A broyled Fishes heart will scare A frighted Devil from a troubled brest We read againe By Fasting and by Prayre The fierce Demoniack's only dispossest What this affirmes that flatly does deny With reverence to the Text The t'one's a Lye 30. On HERODIAS I Have a young Herodias lives within me That never leaves to dance untill she win me To grant her Suit will never cease to plead Vntill I give her my Iohn Baptists head O then my sorrow would be past her date And I like Hâ—rod should repent too late 31. On MALFIDO SAthans Injections are like Weeds that fall Into thy Garden darted ore the Wall Whose loathsom smel unscent thy sweeter Flow'rs But grow not there unles we make them ours They 'l dye neglected If thou lend them roome They 'l stink But eas'ly thrown from whence they come Feare not Malfido those they be that spoyle Thy Flow'rs that suck their substance from the soyle 32. On Slanders WHen undeserv'd report distaines my name It shames not but perchaÌ„ce prevents a Shame 33. On Law and Gospell THe Law is rough The Gospell milde and calme That launc'd the Bile this powres in the Balme 34. On abosome Sin THat Sin that finds more credit then the rest That is thy Darling leanes upon thy brest That in the Bâ—some of thy heart does lye That dips within thy dish Sayes Is it I That gives thee kisses that 's the Sin that slayes thee O that O that 's the Iudas that betrayes thee 35. On the World THe World 's a Booke writ by th' eternall Art Of the great Maker printed in Mans heart 'T is falsly printed though divinely pend And all th' Erratas will appeare at th' end 36. On my Soule MY weather-beaten Soule long time has bin Becalm'd and tiding in the Sea of Sin But now afflictions Storme does drive and tosse Her batter'd Keele The wind is loud and crosse Feare fills her tatterd Sailes doubts doe drive her She knowes not where and of all hopes deprive her Thus thus transported by the troubled Ayre Amongst the swallowing Quick-sands of despaire If not prevented by a greater power She looks for wreck and ruine ev'ry hower O that mine eyes could raine a Showre of Teares That that would lay the Storme of all my Feares 37. On the Cuckoe THe idle Cuckoe having made a Feast On Sparrowes Eggs layes downe her owne i' th' Nest The silly Bird she ownes it hatches feeds it Protects it from the weather clocks and breeds it It neither wants repose nor yet repast And joyes to see her Chicken thrive so fast But when this gaping Monster has found strength To shift without a helper she at length Not caring for that tender care that bred her Forgets her parent kills the Bird that fed her The Sin we foster in our bosome thus Ere we have left to feed it feeds on us 38. On TOBIT WAs it not time to send his sonne to Rages For mony wheÌ„ his wife spun hard for wages Was 't not high time for him to post
to thee The selfe same Crowne That did enclâ—se his Princely browes and thine Th◠〈◊〉 same flesh and blood the next o'th'Line The selfe same people were alive to blesse The prosp'rous dayes But not the same successe Where reste the fault what secret mischiefe can Vn-same thy peace 'T was not the selfe same Man 34. On the Prophet slaine by a Lyon T Was not for malice not for want of Food The obvious Lyon shed this Prophets blood Where faithlesse man neglects the sacred Law Of God there beasts abate their servile awe To man When Man dares take a dispensation By sin to frustrate th' end of Mans Creation The Beasts Oft-times by mans Example doe Renounce the end of their Creation too The Prophet must abstaine He was forbid He must not eate And yet the Prophet did Th'obedient Lyon had command to shed That Prophets Blood and see the Prophet's dead O how corrupt's the nature of Mans Will That breaks those Lawes which very Beasts fulfill 35. On Ahab HOw Ahâ—b longs Ahab must be possest Of Naboths Vineyard or can find no rest His tongue must second his unlawfull eye Ahab must sue and Naboth must denye Ahab growes sullen he can eat no Bread His Body prostrates on his restlesse Bed Vnlawfull lust immoderate often brings A loathing in the use of lawfull things Ahabs defier must not be with-stood It must be purchas'd though with Naboths Blood Witnesse must be suborn'd Naboth must lie Open to Law must be condemn'd and dye His goods must be confiscate to the Crowne Now Ahab's pleas'd The Vineyard's now his owne Vnlawfull Pleasures when they jostle further Then ordinary bounds oft end in murther Me thinkes the Grapes that cluster from that Vine Should being prest afford more blood then wine 36. On Rehoboam PEople have Balances wherein to weigh Their new-crown'd Princes which can soone bewray Their native worth Some counterpoyse th'allow Vnhappy Israel had not weights enow To weigh thy Fingers Heads can never rest In peace when their poore members are opprest Had thy unlucky Fingers weigh'd no more Then thy light Iudgement had thy judeement bore But halfe the burthen of thy Fingers weight Thou hadst bin prosp'rous both in Crowne and State The Lyon's knowne by 's Paw The people spends Their Judgement of a Prince by 's Fingers ends 37. On Leprous Naaman THe Leper prompted with his lothsome griefe Seekes to the King of Israel for reliefe But Naaman's vayne desiers could not thrive Israel's no God to hill or make alive The Morall Man is of too meane a Stature To reach his hand above the head of Nature The willing Prophet undertakes the Cure The Leper must goe wash and be secure From his Disease He must goe paddle straight In Iordan's water 'T is a faire Receipt And why in Iordan Have our Syrian streames Lesse pow'r then Isr'els sure the Prophet dreames How hard it is for Mortals to rely On Faith How apt is sense to question why The Cure perplâ—xes more then the Disease Prophets prescribe no better meanes then these I lookd his Ceremonious hand should stroke The place I look'd the Prophet should invoke Some men would faine he cleane if God would stay Their times or would but cure them their owne way The techy Leper is displeas'd hee 'l hence The Iordan Prophet dallyes against sense His wiser servants urge their hasty Lord To Iordan's streames He washes is restor'd How good a God have we whose grace fulfils Our choyce desires oft-times against our wills The Leper's clens'd And now he dos applaud Not Isr'els streames alone but Isr'els God The Prophet must have thanks and Gold beside The thanks are taken but the Gold 's deny'd Who would not deale with Thee that are not nice To sell such Pen'worths at so small a price Naaman in lieu of his refus'd reward Vowes the true God provided when his Lord Shall serve i th house of Rimmon if he bow For fashion-sake he may secure his Vow Some will not stick to lend their God a house Might they reserve one roome for their owne use Gehazi thinks the Cure too cheape He soone Oretakes the Lepers Chariâ—t asks a Boone I' th' Prophets name But marke what did befall He got his Boone but got his plague withall Vnlawfull gaines are least what they appeare And ill got Gold is a alwayes bought too deare Lord I did wash in Iordan and was cur'd My Flesh that false Gehazi hath procur'd A sinfull purchase having over-run The clensed Naaman of my Soule What 's done By false Gehazi let Gehazi beare Let Naamans Leprosie alone stick there O clense them both or if that may not be Lord strike Gehazi and keepe Naaman free 38. On Chamber-Christians NO matter whether some there be that say Or goe to Church or stay at home if pray Smiths dainty Sermons have in plenty stor'd me With better stuffe then Pâ—lpets can afford me Tell me why pray'st thou Heav'n commanded so Art not commanded to his Temples too Small store of manners when thy Prince bids Come And feast at Court to say I 've â—â—at at home 39. On the Widowes Cruse LOrd I 'm in debt and have not where withall To pay My score is great my wealth but small My house is poorely furnisht and my Food Is slender I have nothing that is good Lord if my wasted Fortunes proove no better My Debt is ev'n as desp'rate as the Detter All the reliefe thy servant this long while Hath had is but a little Cruse of Oyle There 's none will give of Almes I neither get Enough to satisfie my wants nor debt Lord if thee please to show the selfe same Art Vpon the slender vessell of my Heart The Prophet did upon the Widowes Cruse I shall have Oyle to sell have Oyle to use So shall my Debt be paid and I go free No Debt is desp'rate in respect of Thee 40. On the swimming Axe THe borrow'd Axe fell in 'T was lost lamented The Prophet moov'd the Workman discontented A Stick he â—ne downe and by the Prophets hand Throwne in the Axe did float and came aland And why a Stick Had that the pow'r to call The massy â—ron up Sure none at all Moses must use his Rod Moses I doubt it Had beene but lame but impotent without it Nor could that Rod have scourged Pharoes Land Had it beene waved by an other hand God often workes by meanes and yet not so But that he can as well without them too God can save Man without the helpe of Man But will not Wils not alwaies that he can Something is left for us we must not lye i th' ditch and cry And if we dye we dye We must not lye like Blocks relying on The workmans Axe There 's something must be done The workmans Axe perchance had never bin Recald againe if not the sticke throwne in We must be doing yet those Deeds as our Have no more native vertue nay lesse power To save us then that sticke