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A91574	Solomons recantation, entituled Ecclesiastes, paraphrased. With a soliloquie or meditation upon every chapter. / By Francis Quarles. Opus posthumum. Never before printed. With a short relation of his life and death.	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Quarles, Ursula, b. 1601.	1645 (1645)	Wing Q116; Thomason E284_13; ESTC R200060	37,689	73

Monuments of thy name Vers 5 Plant Orchards for thy Pleasure Deck thy Bowers With dainty fruits and delectable Flowers Vers 6 Cut Waterworks instruct the silver Tide To wanton up and down Teach her to slide In soft Meanders through the fluid veynes Of the green breasted stream-embroydred Plaines Ravish thy soule with Musick and refresh The wasted spirits of thy unwieldy flesh With high-bred Raptures Let harmonious Ayres Compose the discords of thy droyling Cares Take pleasure in thy pale-enclosed Grounds And let the Rhet'rick of thy deep-mouth'd Hounds perswade thy head-strong sorrows so to fly Before thy Heard as they before the Cry Alas Alas my poor deluded soule Think'st thou to quench thy fire with oyle or for to coole Thy flame with Cordials Can thy born disease Expect a Cure from such Receipts as these No no those Bellowes mount the blaze the higher Thou leap'st but from the Pan into the fire Vers 12 I but my soule me thinks a wise forecast Though not redresse the mischiefes that are past May claim some kind of priv'ledge to prevent The ev'lls that future Changes may present If not what harm what disconvenience lies Vers 13 In being foole what vantage to be wise Vers 15 Both fool and wise must pay an equall shot At Natures Table have the self-same lot Why then my soule since sorrow needs must haunt Thy life condemn'd to labour cease to daunt Thy bold endeavours with the sense of Care Cheare up thy whining heart and take thy share Vers 24 Of all thy labours eat and drink and let Thy sense enjoy the wages of thy Sweat T is all thy Portion Take what may be had Bad is the best Then make the best of bad Sweeten thy pains Mixe pleasure with thy sorrow Who knows to day what shall betide to morrow Cap. III. 1 By the necessary change of times vanity is added to humane travail 11 There is an excellency in Gods workes 16 But as for man God shall judge his works there and here he shall be like a beast Verse 1 THe great Creator in his wise decree Hath pitcht a Time when every Change shal be And through his watchfull providence hath given A season to each purpose under heaven Verse 2 There is a time appointed for our birth And there 's a time for earth to turn to earth There is a time to plant A time wherein To pluck those plants thus planted up again Verse 3 There is a season when to build ev'n so There is a season to demolish too There is a season to inflict a wound And there 's another season to make sound Verse 4 There is a time for tears to drown thine eye A time to laugh and lay thy sorrows by There is a time to mourn A time to meet The sprightly Musick with thy num'rous feet Verse 5 There is a due appointed season either To scatter stones or gather stones together There is a time t' embrace and there be spaces Of time appointed to refrain embraces Verse 6 There is a time to gain and there 's ordain'd An other time to lose the thing we gain'd There is a time to recollect and lay Thy treasure up a time to cast away Verse 7 There is a time appointed when to rend And there 's a time appointed when to mend A time for silence and a time to break Reserved silence there 's a time to speak Vers 8 A time to love and there 's a time t' abate Our warm affections there 's a time to hate A time of war and there 's a time to cease The Bloody Battell There 's a time for Peace Vers 9 If heavens decree thus bound the works of men What profit gains the fruitlesse worker then What boots our Travell or those works of ours If all our plots depend on heav'nly pow'rs Vers 10 Nor are our actions or their secret ends Govern'd by chance nor doe our works depend On hoodwink'd Fortune no pleas'd heaven thinks good To exercise the souls of flesh and blood Vers 11 What ere he did is fair and timely done He gave the world for man to muse upon Whose eye with admiration may discover The motion not the progresse of the Mover Vers 12 I know that from the works of flesh and blood As they are mans there can arise no good Unlesse perchance to qualify with oyle The soule-afflicting vin'gre of his toyle Vers 13 Or if it happen that his soul may eat And drink and reap the harvest of his sweat To sweeten sorrows may we understand It is a gift from the Almighties hand Vers 14 I know that heavens Decree is seal'd and free From alteration a most firme Decree And so ordain'd that the presumptuous Race Of man may fear the Majesty of his face Vers 15 The thing that is hath been and what of old Hath been succeeding ages shall behold The great Disposer keeps the self-same track And calls his timely revolutions back Vers 16 I view'd the Chair of Judgement where I saw In stead of Righteousnesse perverted Law I view'd the Courts of Equity and spy'd Corruption there and Justice warp'd aside Vers 17 O then thought I the Judge of heav'n shall do Right to the wicked and the righteous too For there 's a time true Justice shall proceed On ev'ry Purpose upon every Deed. Vers 18 Then puzzel'd in my thoughts I thus advis'd Heav'n suffers mortals to be exercis'd In their own miseries that they may see They 'r not more happy then the sensuals bee Vers 19 To man and beast the self-same lots befall Man dies so dies the Beast alas they all Enjoy one breath what Royalties remain To Man above a Beast For both are vain Vers 20 Both travell to the self-same place Both tend Their paces to the self-same Journies end The substance of their flesh is both the same But dust to dust both turn from whence they came Vers 21 What curious Inquisitor doth know The place whereto ascending soules doe goe Or can renown'd Philosophy declare Whither the dying spirits of beasts repair Vers 22 This rightly weigh'd it seems the better choyce For man to suck his labours and rejoyce 'T is all the Portion he is like to have Who knows the entertainments of the Grave SOLILOQUIE III. COme now my Soule thou hast with toylsome paines Outworn the day and with thy dear-bought gains Thou hast refresht thy spirits and at length With lusty diet hast redeem'd thy strength Thou hast forgot thy labours and thy Rest Hath crown'd Contentment in thy peacefull brest Art thou now pleas'd What can thy heart require More then thou hast to fill thy vast desire True if my bubble life could get a Lease Of this small Rest nay if the present Peace Were but secur'd from this succeeding sorrow Long since design'd to the next neighb'ring morrow It were some happinesse and would present A large proportion of a short Content But Change the Moth of transitory things Vers 1 That 's never worse then

found it so in the studies of Wisdome Vers 1 THus sayes the best of Preachers and of Kings Thus Solomon the Sonne of David sings Vers 2 The greatest happinesse that earth can prize Is all most vaine and vainest vanities Vers 3 What profit can accrue to man what gaines Can crown his actions or reward his paines Beneath the Orbe of heavens surrounding Sunne What worth his labour hath his labour done Vers 4 One Generation gives another way But earth abides in one perpetuall stay Vers 5 The Prince of Light puts on his morning Crown And in the Evening layes his Glory down Where leaving Earth to take a short repose He soon returnes and rises where he rose Vers 6 The troubled Ayre provokes the Southern States And then it blusters at the Borean Gates It whirles about in his uncertain Spheare And rides his unknown Circuit ev'ry where Vers 7 All Rivers to the Seas their Tribute yeild And yet th'Hydropick Seas are never fill'd Their sliding Streams pursue their passage home And drive their hasty Tides frō whence they come Vers 8 The world is all compos'd of Change nor can Her vanity be Character'd by Man The eye 's not satisfi'd and what we heare Fils not the Concave of th' insatiate eare Vers 9 The thing that heretofore hath been we see Is but the same that is and is to bee And what is done is what is to be done There 's nothing that is new beneath the Sunne Vers 10 What Novelty can earth proclaim and say It had no Precedent before this day No no there 's nothing modern times can own The which precedent Ages have not known Vers 11 The deeds of former days expire their date In our collapsed Memories and what Times early Sunshine hath not ripened yet Succeeding Generations shall forget Vers 12 I Solomon whose choice affections owne The Churches service dearer then my Throne Was chosen and anointed King and now Wear Israels Crown upon my studious brow Vers 13 I bent my heart by wisdome to descry What ere subsists beneath the spangled sky With such hard travel hath our God thought good To exercise the soules of Flesh and Blood Vers 14 My thoughts have ponder'd all that hath been done Betwixt the solid Center and the Sunne And loe the object of my Contemplation Is but meer Vanity and soules Vexation Vers 15 Not all this knowledge can reduce the state Of crooked nature to a perfect Straight Nor summe our Ignorances which surmount The language of Arithmeticks Account Vers 16 I view'd my heart and there found greater store Of wisdome then all those that liv'd before No knowledge could remain no wisdome lye Close from mine eare nor clouded from mine eye Vers 17 I gave my all-enquiring heart to know Not wisdome only but ev'n folly too And I perceiv'd that all this Contemplation Was vain and nothing but the souls Vexation Vers 18 For he that labours for much wisdome gaines Grief in th' enjoyment in pursuit but paines And who improves his knowledg strives to borrow A fair advantage to encrease his sorrow SOLILOQUIE I. How are the vain desires of flesh and blood Befoold in that mistaken Thing call'd Good How Travell seeks it How unwearyed hearts Make it the object both of Armes and Arts How many certain obvious ev'lls attend The way to this uncertain Journies end We tyre the night in thought the day in toyle Spare neither sweat nor lucubrated Oyle To seek the thing we cannnot finde or found We cannot hold or held we cannot ground So firm as to resist the various swings Of fickle Fortune or the frowns of Kings Poor fruitlesse Labours of deluded Man How vainly are yee spent How short a Span Of seeming Pleasure serves yee to requite Long Leagues of Travell For one drops delight Of ayry Froth how are yee forc'd to borrow Strong Gales of Hope to sayle through seas of sorrow Why doe we thus afflict our lab'ring soules With dregs of Wormwood and carouse full Bowles Of boyling anguish To what hopefull end Droyle we our crazy bodies and expend Our sorrow-wasted spirits to acquire A Good not worth a breath of our desire A Good whose fulsome sweetnesse cloggs and cloyes The soule but neither lasts nor satisfies How poore an Object pleases And how soone That pleasure finds an end How quickly Noone How quickly Night And what to day we prize Above our soules to morrow we despise Beneath a Trifle What in former Times We own'd as Vertue now we taxe as Crimes What is this World but ev'n a great Exchange Of dear bought pen'worths all compos'd of Change Where frothy Honor may be bought and sold With heart-corrupting eye-beguiling Gold Where sullen wealth and friend-betraying treasure May passe in barter for repented Pleasure Where painted sweetnesse though a grain too light Shall buy a Lords Estate for one poor night Where unstain'd Beauties youth shall buy an old Breath-tainted Churl diseas'd with Gouts and Gold Where Birthrights Blessings nay and soules to boot And yet not deem'd a pen'worth under foot Shall passe for fond delights Where very Names Without an Aliàs to lay after Claimes To a poor Lordship shall be swept away For Clods of earth and those for one nights Play Tell me my puzzled soule What wouldst thou buy Goe in and cheapen Let thy curious eye Make her own choice They will present thy view With num'rous Joyes Buy something that is new Vers 9 Alas there 's nothing new beneath the skye Look further further yet Goe please thine eye Search till the Object and thine eye agrees Vers 8 Thine eye 's not satisfy'd with what it sees Buy something that will last that will remain Vers 2 To after dayes All 's momentary all 's vain I but my soul here 's fairer Merchandise Vers 16 Wisdome and Knowledge That to make thee wise This to instruct thee Come thou needst not fear Too hard a bargain Goe and purchase there Vers 18 Alas much wisdome makes thy grief but double Encrease of Knowledge brings increase of trouble I but my soule the gracious eye of heaven Hath smil'd upon thee His full hand hath given A large addition to thy thriv'n estate Thy Barns and Bags are fill'd Thy servants waite Vpon thy Businesse and their shoulders bear Thy fruitfull Burdens who like Pilots stear Thy reeling Vessell Thou art richly'endow'd With Knowledge Wisdome Judgement and allow'd Some Graines to make thee weight Me thinks thy heart So arm'd with strong Resolves should never start At threatning ev'lls Me thinks thy daring eye If all the Crystall Rafters of the skye Should make one Ruine and that Ruine fall About thine eares should be unmov'd at all No no my soule T is neither Barne nor Purse Cramm'd up with Coyn or Corn canbalk the Curse Entayld upon thy sinne Nor height of Blood Nor all that this mistaken Earth cals Good Vers 17 Not very Knowledge no nor Wisdome can Exempt thee from the Common lot of Man Vers 16 The wisest

rarely found Sow closely what thou sow'st and least in sight The eyes of Doves will make thy harvest light But stay Thou mayst surcharge as well as sterve The soile But wise men know what seed will serve Thy work thus wisely done what then remains Give Heav'n the glory and expect the Gains CAP. XII 1 The Creatour rs to be remembred in due time 8 The Preachers care to edifie 13 The feare of God is the chief Antidote of vanity Vers 1 REmember thy Creator in thy prime Of present youth before the black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach before the day Thy dying pleasures find a dull decay Vers 2 Before the Sun and Moon and Stars appear Dark in thy Microcosmal Hemisphear Vers 3 Before the Clouds of sorrows multiply And hide the Crystall of thy gloomy sky Before the Keepers of thy crazy Tow'r I 'e palsie-stricken and thy men of pow'r Sink as they march and Grinders cease to grind Distastfull bread and windows are grown blind Vers 4 Then shall the Castles two-leafd gates be barr'd When as the Milstones language is not heard The horn-mouth Belman shal affright thy slumbers Thy untun'd ear shall loath harmonious numbers Vers 5 Each obvious mole-hill shall encrease thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs A fly shall load thy shoulders Thy desire And all thy bed-rid passions shall expire Pale death 's at hand and mourners come to meet Thy tear-bedabled fun'rals in the Street Vers 6 Then shall the sinews silver cord be los'd Thy brains gold bowle be broke The undispos'd And idle liver 's ruby fountain dri'd The blouds Meandring Cisterns unsuppli'd Vers 7 Then shall the dust her dust to dust deliver Whose spirit shall return to God the Giver Vers 8 Whereto th'Ecclesiastick thus replies All all is vain and vainest vanities Vers 9 Because his true repentant soul was wise He read this wisdome-lecture did advise And search the Fountain whence he did convay The fruitfull streams in a Proverbiall way Vers 10 He sought and found such words which had the might To entermingle profit with delight And what his spirit-prompted pen did write Was truth it self and most exact upright Verse 11 The wise mans words are like to Goads that doe Stir up the drowzy and spur up the slow And like to nailes to be made fast and driv'n By hands to th' hearts of mē sent down from heav'n Verse 12 Make use my Son of what this hand hath penn'd There is no end of Pamphlets to no end These tire the flesh and after age is spent They breathe some knowledge but no true content Verse 13 Mark then the ground where the main building Fear thou thy God Observe his just Commands Within the limits of this sacred Ground stands Mans duty lies true Happinesse is found Verse 14 No work shall passe untri'd No hand hath done What shall not plead at heav'ns Tribunall Throne All secrets good and bad attend his Eye His Eyes behold where day could never prye Deus his quoque finem SOLILOQUIE XII NOw launch my soul into this Sea of Tears Fear storms and Rocks yet smile upon thy fears Weigh Anchor Hoist thy weather-beaten Sailes The Tides run smooth The wind breaths prosp'rous Gales Tridented Neptune now hath struck a peace With full-mouth'd Aeolus and the wars surcease They sound a parley and begin to treat And Sea-green Triton sounds a shrill Retreat March new my soul through Hadadrimmons Vale Without a tear or if thou must bewaile Mourn for vain Earth and drop in alms one teare For him that finds no happinesse but there Now mayst thou trample on the Asp and tread on the young Lyon and th' old Dragons head Wisdome shall guide thee Love shall circumclose thee That fraud shall not beguile or force oppose thee Thy Prince shall honor thee thy Peers embrace thee No Crime shall shame thee and no tongue disgrace thee The rich shall rev'rence thee the poor shall blesse thee Wrath shall not over-rule nor pride oppresse thee Thy want shall not afflict nor wealth betray thee This shall not puffe thee up nor that dismay thee Pleasure shall not ensnare nor pains torment thee This shall not make thee sad nor that repent thee Blest shall thy Labours be and sweet thy Rest Blest shall thy Thoughts be and thy Actions blest Blest in thy peace and blest in thy promotion Blest in thy sports and blest in thy devotion Blest in thy losses blest in thy encreases Blest in thy health and blest in thy diseases Blest in thy Knowledge blest in thy Corrections Blest in thy Soul and blest in thy Affections O then my soul let thy Affections flow In streams of love to Him that lov'd thee so Let not his high-priz'd benefits depart From thy remembrance grave them in thy heart With Tools of Adamant that they may last To after times that when thy days be past Thy well-instructed children may emblaze Thy Makers goodnesse to the last of days Blesse thou the Lord my soul Let thy whole frame And all within thee magnifie that Name That blest thee so Blesse thou the Lord my soul Report his precious favour● and enroll His numerous mercies in thy gratefull brest Vers 1 Remember thy Creator O protest His praises to the world and let thy tongue Make him the subject of thy youthfull song Give him the firstlings of thy strength even than When fading Childehood seeks to ripen man Vpon thy downy cheeks when vigour trains The sparkling blood through thy Meandring veins Before thy flowing marrow shall foment Thy lust full fires before the false content Of frothy pleasures shall begin t' invite Thy fond Affections to a vain delight Then then my soul whilst thy supplies are fresh And strong wage war with thy rebellious ftesh Gird up thy loyns and march spare neither sweat Nor blood take courage strike subdue defeat Sing a triumphant song sing Io Paean Adorn thy brows with Palm and again sing Io Paean Take time while time shall serve 't is thine to day But secret danger still attends delay Doe while thou mayst To day has eagle wings And who can tell what change to morrow brings Advantage wasts and strength of body wears Life has no Lease and Youth no Tearm for years Vers 3 When creeping Age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breathe cold Winter on thy chill desires Vers 2 What fire shall burn thy offerings O what praise Can issue forth from cold decrepit dayes When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy lims With trembling Palsies when dry Age bedims The optick sunshine of thy bed-rid days What boots thy cold thy Paralytick praise When secret Vlcers shall attaint thy breath With fumes more noysome then the sinks of death What pleasure shall thy great Creator raise From thy breath-tainted and unsav'ry praise Come then my soul Rouze up thy dull desire And quicken thy faint coals of sacred fire That lie rak'd up in th'Embers of thy flesh Fetch

breath from heaven and with that breath refresh Thy glim'ring sparks Brook not the least delay Embers grow cold and sparks will soon decay THE END In obitum viri clarissimi at que ingeniosissimi Poëtae Francisci QUARLES 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I Cygne felix ocyùs avola Cantator ales cùm neque jam vada Ripis supersint nec quietae Purus aquae fluat ecce rivus Fontes nec ipsi Sanguine sanguine Heu cuncta manant quod mare civicae Non decoloravêre caedes Ipsa vides rubet Hippocrene Et quis poëtis jam locus aut latex Quae lympha Musis cùm cruor undique Hinc hinc migrandum nibibemus Purpureas Heliconis undas At ô Camaenarum dolor decus Tu si recedas quis tua funera Cantabit ô divine vates Que moritur moriente Phoebus Quisquámne fundet jam querulum melos Falsum nec omen nominis hoc tui Moestúmve panget carmen arte Melpomenes citharâ canorus Quis serta coelo jam dabit aut pium Emb lema texet floribus ingenî Quis symbolorum voce pictâ Vnà oculos animúmque pascet Quis melle puro jam calami potens Condîta promet dia poëmata Aut funditabit grande sacro Enthea metra calens furore Quis sanctitatem nectare carminis Tinctam propinans digna Deo canet Coelúmque versu claudet omni Atque fidem fidibus sonabit Tu nempe litem si pote publicam Compescuisses dulcisonis modis Ni laeva nobis mens orbi Harmoni am reducem dedisses Mollîsse magnos tu poteras duces Feras ut Orpheus flexanimis sonis Pacémque pulsam júsque mundo ac Eurydicen retulisse cantu Per te coîssent dissita pectora Per te coîssent diruta moenia Tu solus Amphion peritus Vel lapides sociare plectro Postquàm hoc negatum ponere noveras Emblema saltem flebile seculi Bellique nostris sed nec ullum Par Hieroglyphicum ruinis Quando ergo te nec terra capit tuis Nec digna Mnsis I pete coelites Intérque coetus Angelorum Perpetuum modulare carmen Jacobus Duport Graecae Linguae Professor Cantab. An Elegie upon the famous Poet FRANCIS QUARLES IS Quarles dead his active spirit flown And none to lend a teare a sigh a groan For the worlds losse me thinks at least alleyes Since tongues can not should weep large Elegies Expect no Muses for they at his death Compassionate lost their Poetique breath Expect no marble Tombe he 's above fate His name if Learning live shall know no date His issue shall survive posterity This age and th' next and so t'eternity Peruse his Phansies and his Emblems wrapt And see S. Paul into the third heav'ns rapt Or else some Cherubim sent down from thence T' unfold heav'ns Mysteries in heav'ns Eloquence A Poet-saint he was in him each line Speakes out at large rare Poet choyce Divine His message done he flyes unto his Maker Of what he told us here to be partaker His prison'd soul was so harmonious here Now loose what Musicke think you makes she there She wept then sung now sung ' gaine wept in rime Her Rest now know no stop her joy no time Her Phansy Vision is she now doth live With Angels food knowledge intuitive By Emblems darke to spell the Deitie She taught before now sees Divinitie But stay my Muse the clouds doe interpose Twixt thee and her 't is better for thee close Then pierce or peep too farre Phoebus is set Th' hast pay'd thy tribute light thy tribute heat Sigh out the rest or wouldst thou to him go Thy Love thy Life Goe be entombed too R. Stable FINIS