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A68624	Emblemes by Fra: Quarles	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644. Hieroglyphikes of the life of man. aut; Simpson, William, fl. 1635-1646, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 20542; ESTC S115515	99,172	392

The World 's the Tables Stakes Eternall life The Gamesters Heav'n and I Vnequall strife My Fortunes are my Dice whereby I frame My indisposed Life This Life 's the Game My sins are sev'rall Blo● the Lookers on Are Angels and in death the Game is done Lord I 'am a Bungler and my Game does grow Still more and more unshap'd my Dice run low The Stakes are great my carelesse Blots are many And yet thou passest by and hitst not any Thou art too strong And I have none to guide me With the least Iogge The lookers on deride me It is a Conquest undeserving Thee To win a Stake from such a Worme as me I have no more to lose If we persever 'T is lost and that once lost I 'm lost for ever Lord wink at faults and be not too severe And I will play my Game with greater feare O give me Feare ere Feare has past her date Whose blot being hit then feares fear 's then too late S. BERN. Ser. 54. in Cant. There is nothing so effectuall to obtaine Grace to retaine Grace and to regaine Grace as alwayes to be found before God not over-wise but to feare Happy art thou if thy heart be replenished with three feares a feare for received grace a greater feare for lost Grace a greatest feare to recover Grace S. AUGUST super Psalm Present feare begets eternall security Feare God which is above all and no need to feare man at all EPIG 4. Lord shall we grumble when thy flames do scourge us Our sinnes breath fire that fire returnes to purge us Lord what an Alchymist art thou whose skill Transmutes to perfect good from persect ill V. Turne a way myne eyes least thay behold wanite psal 118 ● V. PSAL. CXIX XXXVII Turne away mine eyes from regarding vanitie 1 HOw like to threds of Flaxe That touch the flame are my inflam'd desires How like to yeelding Waxe My soule dissolves before these wanton fires The fire but touch'd the flame but felt Like Flaxe I burne like Waxe I melt 2 O how this flesh does draw My fetter'd soule to that deceitfull fire And how th' eternall Law Is baffled by the law of my desire How truly bad how seeming good Are all the Lawes of Flesh and Blood 3 O wretched state of Men The height of whose Ambition is to borrow What must be paid agen With griping Int'rest of the next dayes sorrow How wild his Thoughts How apt to range How apt to varie Apt to change 4 How intricate and nice Is mans perplexed way to mans desire Sometimes upon the Ice He slips and sometimes fals into the fire His progresse is extreme and bold Or very hot or very cold 5 The common food he doth Sustaine his soule-tormenting thoughts withall Is honey in his mouth To night and in his heart to morrow Gall 'T is oftentimes within an houre Both very sweet and very sowre 6 If sweet Corinna smile A heav'n of Ioy breaks downe into his heart Corinna frownes a while Hels Torments are but Copies of his smart Within a lustfull heart does dwell A seeming Heav'n a very Hell 7 Thus worthlesse vaine and void Of comfort are the fruits of earths imployment Which ere they be enjoyd Distract us and destroy us in th' enjoyment These be the pleasures that are priz'd When heav'ns cheape pen'worth stands despis'd 8 Lord quench these hasty flashes Which dart as lightning from the thundring skies And ev'ry minut dashes Against the wanton windowes of mine eyes Lord close the Casement whilst I stand Behind the curtaine of thy Hand S. AUGUST Soliloq cap. 4. O thou Sonne that illuminates both Heaven and Earth Woe be unto those eyes which doe not behold thee Woe be unto those blind eyes which cannot behold thee Woe be unto those which turne away their eyes that they wil not behold thee Woe be unto those that turne not away their eyes that they may behold vanity S. CHRYS sup Matth. 19. What is an evill women but the enemy of friendship an unavoidable paine a necessary mischiefe a naturall tentation a desiderable calamity a domestick danger a delectable inconvenience and the nature of evill painted over with the colour of good EPIG 5. 'T is vaine great God to close mine eyes from ill When I resolve to keepe the old man still My rambling heart must cov'nant first with Thee Or none can passe betwixt mine eyes and me VI. If I haue found fauour in thy sight let my life be giuen me at my petition Ester 7.3 Will Simpson sculpsit VI. ESTER VII III If I have found favour in thy sight and if it please the King let my life be given me at my petition THou art the great Assuerus whose command Doth stretch from Pole to Pole The World 's thy Land Rebellious Vasht's the corrupted Will Which being cal'd refuses to fulfill Thy just command Hester whose teares condole The razed City 's the Regen'rate Soule A captive maid whom thou wilt please to grace With nuptiall Honour in stout Vashti's place Her kinsman whose unbended knee did thwart Proud Hamans glory is the Fleshly part The sober Eunuch that recal'd to mind The new-built Gibbet Haman had divin'd For his owne ruine fifty Cubits high Is lustfull thought-controlling Chastity Insulting H●man is that fleshly lust Whose red-hot fury for a season must Triumph in Pride and study how to tread On Mordecay till royall Hester plead Great King my sent-for Vashti will not come O let the oyle o' th blessed Virgins wombe Cleanse my poore Hester look O looke upon her With gracious eyes and let thy Beames of honour So scoure her captive staines that she may prove A holy Object of thy heav'nly love Annoint her with the Spiknard of thy graces Then try the sweetnesse of her chast embraces Make her the partner of thy nuptiall Bed And set thy royall Crowne upon her head If then ambitious Haman chance to spend His spleene on Mordecay that scornes to bend The wilfull stiffenesse of his stubborne knee Or basely crouch to any Lord but Thee If weeping Hester should preferre a Grone Before the high Tribunall of thy Throne Hold forth thy Golden Scepter and afford The gentle Audience of a gracious Lord And let thy royall Hester be possest Of halfe thy Kingdome at her deare request Curbe lustfull Haman him that would disgrace Nay ravish thy faire Queene before thy face And as proud Haman was himselfe ensnar'd On that selfe Gibbet that himselfe prepar'd So nayle my lust both Punishment and Guilt On that deare Crosse that mine owne Lusts have built S. AUGUST in Ep. O holy Spirit alwayes inspire we with holy works constraine me that I may doe Counsell me that I may love thee Confirme me that I may hold thee Conserve me that I may not lose thee S. AUGUST sup Ioan. The Spirit rusts where the flesh rests For as the flesh is nourished with sweet things the Spirit is refreshed with sowre Ibidem Wouldst thou that thy flesh

Plot has many Changes Every Day Speakes a new Scene The last act crownes the Play THE SECOND BOOKE I. Sic sumine lumen ademptum Will marshall scu I ESAY L.XI. You that walke in the light of your owne fire and in the sparkes that ye have kindled ye shall ●e downe in sorrow 1 DO silly Cupid snuffe and trimme Thy false thy feeble light And make herselfe-consuming flames more bright Mee thinkes she burnes too dimme Is this that sprightly fire Whos 's more then sacred Beames inspire The ravisht hearts of men and so inflame desire 2 See Boy how thy unthrifty blaze Consumes how fast she waines She spends her selfe and her whose wealth maintaines Her weake her idle Rayes Cannot thy lustfull blast Which gave it luster make it last What heart can long be pleas'd where pleasure spends so fast 3 Goe Wanton place thy pale-fac'd light Where never breaking day Intends to visit mortals or display The sullen shades of night Thy Torch will burne more cleare In nights un-Titand Hemispheare Heavns scornefull flames and thine can never co-appeare 4 In vaine thy busie hands addresse Their labour to display Thy easie blaze within the veirge of day The greater drownes the lesse If heav'ns bright glory shine Thy glimring sparks must needs resigne Puffe out heave's glory then or heav'n will work out thine 5 Goe Cupids rammish Pander goe Whose dull whose low desire Can finde sufficient warmth from Natures fire Spend borrow'd breath and blow Blow wind made strong with spite When thou hast pufft the greater light Thy lesser spark may shine and warme the new made night 6 Deluded mortals tell me when Your daring breath has blowne Heav'ns Tapour out and you have spent your owne What fire shall warme ye then Ah Fooles perpetuall night Shall haunt your soules with Stigian fright Where they shall boile in flames but flames shall bring no light S. AUGUST The sufficiency of my merit is to know that my merit is not sufficient S. GREG. Mor. 25. By how much the lesse man sees himselfe by so much the lesse he displeases himselfe And by how much the more hee sees the light of Grace by so much the more hee disdaines the light of nature S. GREG. Mor. The light of the understanding humilitie kindles and pride covers EPIG 1. Thou blowes heav'ns fire the whilst thou goest about Rebellious foole in vaine to blow it out Thy Folly addes confusion to thy death Heav'ns fire confounds when fann'd with Follies breath II. Donce totum expleat orbem Will. Marshall sculpsit II. ECCLES IV. VIII There is no end of all his labour neither is his eye satisfied with riches O How our wid'ned Armes can over-stretch Their owne dimensions How our hands can retch Beyond their distance How our yeelding brest Can shrink to be more full and full possest Of this inferiour Orbe how earth refinde Can cling to sordid earth How kinde to kinde We gape we graspe we gript adde store to store Enough requires too much too much craves more We charge our soules so sore beyond their stint That we recoyle or burst The busie Mint Of our laborious thoughts is ever going And coyning new desires desires not knowing Where next to pitch but like the boundlesse Ocean Gaine and gaine ground and grow more strong by motion The pale-fac d Lady of the black-eyed night First tips her horned browes with easie light Whose curious traine of spangled Nymphs attire Her next nights Glory with encreasing Fire Each ev'ning addes more luster and adornes The growing beauty of her grasping hornes Shee suckes and drawes her brothers golden store Untill her glutted Orbe can sucke no more Ev'n so the Vultur of insatiate mindes Still wants and wanting seekes and seeking findes New fewell to encrease her rav'nous fire The grave is sooner cloyd then mens desire We crosse the Seas and midst her waves we burne Transporting lifes perchance that nere returne We sacke we ransacke to the utmost sands Of native Kingdomes and of forraine lands We travell Sea and Soyle we pry we proule We progresse and we progge from pole to pole We spend our mid-day sweat our mid-night oyle We tyre the night in thought the day in toyle We make Artservill and the Trade gentile Yet both corrupted with ingenious guile To compasse earth and with her empty store To fill our Armes and graspe one handfull more Thus seeking Rest our labours never cease But as our yeares our hot desires encrease Thus we poore little worlds with blood and sweat In vaine attempt to comprehend the great Thus in our gaine become we gainefull losers And what 's enclos'd encloses the enclosers Now reader close thy Booke and then advise Be wisely worldly be not worldly wise Let not thy nobler thoughts be alwaies raking The worlds base dunghill Vermins tooke by taking Take heed thou trust not the deceitfull Lappe Of wanton Delilah The world 's a Trappe HUGO de anima Tell me where be those now that so lately loved and hugg'd the world Nothing remaines of them but dust and wormes Observe what those men were what those men are They were like thee They did eate drinke laugh and led merry dayes and in a moment slipt into Hell Here their flesh is foode for wormes There their soules are fuell of fire till they shall be rejoyned in an unhappy fellowship cast into eternall torments where they that were once companions in sinne shall be hereafter partners in punishment EPIG ● Gripe Cupid and gripe still untill that wind That 's pent before finde secret vent behind And when th' ast done bark here I tell thee what Before I 'le trust thy Armefull I l'e trust that III. Non amat iste sed hamat amor Will Marshall sculpsit III. IOB XVIII VIII He is cast into a net by his owne feet and walketh upon a snare 1 WHat Nets and Quiver too what need there all These slie devices to betray poore men Die they not fast enough when thousands fall Before thy Dart what need these Engins then Attend they not and answer to thy Call Like nightly Coveyes where thou list and when What needs a Stratagem where strength can sway Or what need strength compell where none gainesay Or what need stratagem or strength where hearts obey 2 Husband thy sleights It is but vaine to wast Hony on those that will be catcht with Gall Thou canst not ah thou canst not bid so fast As men obey Thou art more slow to call Than they to come thou canst not make such hast To strike as they being struck make hast to fall Go save thy Nets for that rebellious heart That scornes thy pow'r and has obtain'd the Art T' avoid thy flying shaft to quench thy fir'y Dart. 3 Lost mortall how is thy destruction sure Betweene two Bawds and both without remorse The one 's a Line the tother is a Lure This to entice thy soule that to enforce Way-layd by both how canst thou stand secure That drawes

tryall Of some new Trade Shall mortall hearts grow old In sorrow Shall my weary Armes infold And underprop my panting sides for ever Is there no charitable hand will sever My well-spun Thred that my imprison'd soule May be deliver'd from this dull darke hole Of dungeon flesh O shall I shall I never Be ransom'd but remaine a slave for ever It is the Lot of man but once to dye But ere that death how many deaths have I What humane madnesse makes the world affraid To entertaine heav'ns joy because conveig'd By th' hand of death Will nakednesse refuse Rich change of robes because the man 's not spruse That brought them Or will Poverty send back Full bags of gold because the bringer's black Life is a Bubble blowne with whining breaths Fil'd with the torments of a thousand deaths Which being prickt by death while death deprives One life presents the soule a thousand lives Of frantick mortall how has earth bewich'd Thy Beldam soule which has so fondly pitch'd Vpon her false delights Delights that cease Before enjoyment finds a time to please Her fickle joyes breed doubtfull feares her feares Bring hopfull Grifes her griefes weep fearefull teares Teares coyne deceitfull hopes hopes carefull doubt And surly passion justles passion out To day wee pamper with a full repast Of lavish mirth at night we weepe as fast To night we swim in wealth and lend To morrow We sink in want and find no friend to borrow In what a Climat does my soule reside Where pale-fac'd murther the first borne of pride Sets up her kingdome in the very smiles And plighted faiths of men-like Crocadiles A land where each embroydred Sattin word Is lin'd with Fraud where Mars his lawlesse sword Exiles Astraeas Balance where that hand Now flayes his brother that new-sow'd his land O that my dayes of bondage would expire In this lewd Soyle Lord how my Soule 's on fire To be dissolved that I might once obtaine These long'd for joyes long'd for so oft in vaine If Moses-like I may not live possest Of this faire Land Lord let me see 't at least S. AUGUST Soliloq Cap. 2. My life is a fraile life a corruptible life A life which the more increases the more decreases The farther it goes the nearer it comes to death A deceitfull life and like a shadow full of the snares of death Now I rejoyce now I languish now I flourish now infirme now I live and straight I dye now I seeme happy alwayes miserable now I laugh now I weepe Thus all things are subject to mutability that nothing continues an houre in one state O Ioy above Ioy exceeding all Ioy without which there is no Ioy when shall I enter into thee that I may see my God that dwels in thee EPIG 7. Art thou so weake O canst thou not digest An houre of travell for a night of Rest Cheare up my soule call home thy spir'ts and beare One bad Good-Friday Full-mouth'd Easter's neare VIII O wretched Man that I am who shall deliver me from the body of this Death Rom 7.24 Will simpson sculp VIII ROM VII XXIV O wretched man that I am who shall deliver me from this body of death BEhold thy darling which thy lustfull care Pampers for which thy restlesse thoughts prepare Such early Cates For whom thy bubbling brow So often sweats and bankrupt eyes doe owe Such midnight scores to Nature for whose sake Base earth is Sainted the Infernall Lake Vnfeard the Crowne of glory poorely rated Thy GOD neglected and thy brother hated Behold thy darling whom thy soule affects So dearely whom thy fond Indulgence decks And puppets up in soft in silken weeds With farre-fetch'd delicates the deare-bought gainer Of ill-spent Time the price of halfe thy paines Behold thy darling who when clad by Thee Derides thy nakednesse and when most free Proclaimes her lover slave and being fed Most full then strikes th'indulgent Feeder dead What meanst thou thus my poore deluded soule To love so fondly Can the burning Cole Of thy Affection last without the fuell Of counter-love Is my Compere so cruell And thou so kind to love unlov'd againe Canst thou sow favours and thus reape disdaine Remember O remember thou art borne Of royall Blood remember thou art sworne A Maid of Honour in the Court of Heav'n Remember what a costly price was giv'n To ransome thee from slav'ry thou wert in And wilt thou now my soule turne slave agin The Son and Heire to Heav'ns Triune JEHOVA Would faine become a Suitor for thy Love And offers for thy dow'r his Fathers Throne To sit for Seraphims to gaze upon Hee 'l give thee Honour Pleasure Wealth and Things Transcending farre the Majesty of Kings And wilt thou prostrate to the odious charmes Of this base Scullion Shall his hollow Armes Hugg thy soft sides Shall these course hands untie The sacred Zone of thy Virginity For shame degen'rous soule let thy desire Be quickned up with more heroick fire Be wisely proud let thy ambitious eye Read nobler objects let thy thoughts defie Such am'rous basenesse Let thy soule disdaine Th' ignoble profers of so base a Swaine Or if thy vowes be past and Himens bands Have ceremonyed your unequall hands Annull at least avoid thy lawlesse Act With insufficience or a Prae contract Or if the Act be good yet maist thou plead A second Freedome for the flesh is dead NAZIANZ Orat. 16. How I am joyned to this body I know not which when it is healthfull provokes me to warre and being damaged by warre affects me with griefe which I both love as a fellow servant and hate as an utter enemy It is a pleasant Foe and a perfidious friend O strange conjunction and Alienation What I feare I embrace and what I love I am affraid of Before I make warre I am reconcil'd Before I enjoy peace I am at variance EPIG 8. What need that House be daub'd with flesh and blood Hang'd round with silks and gold repair'd with food Cost idly spent That cost does but prolong Thy thraldome Foole thou mak'st thy I ayle too strong IX I am in a streight betwixt two haueing a Desire to Depart to be w th Christ Phil 5.23 Will Simpson Sculpsit IX PHIL. I. XXIII I am in a streight betweene two having a desire to be dissolved and to be with Christ 1 WHat meant our carefull parents so to weare And lavish out their ill expended houres To purchase for us large possessions here Which though unpurchas'd are too truly ours What meant they ah what meant they to indure Such loads of needlesse labour to procure And make that thing our own which was our own too sure 2 What meane these liv'ries and possessive kayes What meane these bargaines and these needlesse sales What need these jealous these suspitious wayes Of law-divis'd and law-dissolv'd entailes No need to sweat for gold wherewith to buy Estates of high-priz'd land no need to tie Earth to their heires were