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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