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Gods love and mans unworthiness whereunto is annexed a discourse between the soul & Satan : with several divine ejaculations / written by John Quarles.
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Quarles, John, 1624-1665.
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though we feel the bitter taste Oâ— thy displeasure for a while Yet thou art gracious and at last Thy angry brow that frown'd will smile O when that storm is over-blown Thou 'lt trample those that tread us down Ejaculat. 60. Lord hear my troubled voyce and bring My Soul to that sweet Rock of Rest Protect all those that strive to sing Thy praises with a cheerful brest Let comfort with our years increase That we may praise thy Name in peace Ejaculat. 61. Lord God from whom all mercy springs Instruct my hopes to wait on thee Teach me what vain and fruitless things The helps of what is earthly be All strength belongs to thee alone 'T is thou my God must help or none Ejaculat. 62. Lord how I long to see thy face That I might spend me in thy praise Thou art my glory in disgrace Sustain my steps direct my ways Thou art my Refuge when opprest With grief my Joy with toyl my Rest Ejaculat. 63. Lord hide me from my bloody Foes For in thy goodness do I trust Protect my sought-for life from those That shoot in secret for the just So then shall I that fear thy Name Have cause of glory they of shame Ejaculat. 64. Thou gracious Hearer of Requests Hide all my sins behind thy merits Showre down thy Spirit into our brests And drop thy grace into our spirits That from our faith rich works may spring And give us cause to shout and sing Ejaculat. 65. Lord if thy flame must needs be felt Let us be purged in that flame Let our rebellious spirits melt Into the Praises of thy Name That we being tutor'd and kept under May fear with love and love with wonder Ejaculat. 66. Lord let thy favour still inflame Our light'ned hearts to walk thy ways That all the World may praise thy Name And all the Earth may sing thy Praise So fructifie our hearts that we May bless thy Name being blest by thee Ejaculat. 67. Lord rise in pow'r within my heart And chase my sins thy Foes and mine Then shall I see thee as thou art In Glory great in Power divine So I more white then Snow shall sing Thy ways and praise my God my King Ejaculat. 68. To that sweet Lamb which did sustain Grief above weight Pain above measure Whose stripes and scoffs and grief and pain Were only purchas'd by our pleasure Be Honor Glory Praises given By Souls on Earth by Saints in Heaven Ejaculat. 69. Let shame be their due recompence That seeke to wound my Soul with shame Be thou their help and strong defence That seek thee Lord and love thy Name Make haste O God for I do waste My Soul with grief O God make haste Ejaculat. 70. Lord thou that underneath thy wing Didst keep me in and from the womb Assist my age that it may sing Thy praise in ages yet to come Preserve my Soul protect my name Shame be to them that seek my shame Ejaculat. 71. Great Prince of Peace whose Kingdom brings Justice Redemption Power and Peace That bends the knees and hearts of Kings And fill'st all Nations with encrease All Praises Honor Glory be Ascrib'd alone great Prince to thee Ejaculat. 72. O God whose dreadful Voyce like Thunder Affrights the Earth and shakes the Ayr Whose Works and Ways are full of wonder That hear'st my plaints and grant'st my pray'r Forsake me not but when I stray O let thy Crook reform my way Ejaculat. 73. O thou whose Mercy did begin Before all Time unty'd to Times As thou forgav'st our Fathers Sin Be like wise gracious to our Crimes Th' art now a God as well as then And we as they no more then men Ejaculat. 74. O God the Sion of my Soul Is wholly desolate and waste Where thou shouldst rule my lusts controul O Lord relieve O God make haste Then shall my heart and tongue proclaim Eternal Praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 75. Glorious Creator make thy face to shine On this our poor distressed Land Defend and dress thy fading Vine And bless the Man of thy right hand Let thy Free grace inflame our hearts And we will sing thy praise in parts Ejaculat. 76. O God our Song our Strength whose hand Hath broke our bonds and set us free Incline our hearts to thy Command And we will own no God but thee Conduct and feed us as thy Flock And give us honey from thy * Rock Ejaculat. 77. Direct O God the Judges brest Preserve his hands his eyes upright That he may vindicate th' opprest And guard him from injurious might O let him know that he shall be As Judg of others judg'd by thee Ejaculat. 78. Lord cast thine eyes upon thy Foes Confound their Troops that are combin'd Against thy Flock which thou hast chose Make them like chaff before the wind Defeat their plots with sudden shame That they may seek Jehovah's Name Ejaculat. 79. Lord teach mine eyes my will my heart To see to choose and to desire Thy beautious Courts wherein thou art O fill my thoughts with holy fire Be thou my Sun whose glorious Rays May light my Soul to sing thy praise Ejaculat. 80. O God remit thy Peoples Sin And shew the Sun-shine of thy Face Repress thy fury and begin T' inspire us with thy saving grace That Righteousness and Truth may meet And light our hearts and lead our feet Ejaculat.. 81. Great Spring from whence all mercy flows To them that trust and love thy Name Give me thy strength and then my Foes Shall see thy greatness and their shame Be thou my Way my Truth my Light So shall I live and dye upright Ejaculat. 82. Sion the glory of the Earth And Subject of my holy Passion May all the Well-springs of my mirth Be â—ounded upon thy Foundation Of all delights I wish no other Then to be Son to such a Mother Ejaculat. 83. Lord let thy fury cease to burn Or else my Soul must cease â—â—â—e Can praises issue from the Urn What thanks can ashes give to thee Enough if thou but undertake me Let death surprize let friends forsake me Ejaculat. 84. Lord thou whose Mercy fails not those That build their trust upon thy Name Protect my Soul from all my Foes Then shall my tongue thy worth proclaim So shall the remnant of my days â—â— crown'd in Peace and thou with Praise Ejaculat. 85. Eternal God before whose Eyes A thousand years seem as a day Direct our hearts and make us wise To use that time we cannot stay Send Joy to our sad hearts and bless Our prosp'rous actions with success Ejaculat. 86. Though thousands here ten thousands there Do dayly fall before mâ—ne eyes I will not faint I will not fear Beneath the wings of the most High Let me be guarded Lord by thee Then I 'le not fear nor faint nor flee Ejaculat. 87. Lord purge my Soul that I may learn To read my Fortunes by thy hand Let my instructed Soul discern That worldly bliss is
The Minde of the Frontispeece REader observe and see Jehovah stand Showring down blessings to the grasping hand Of new-made naked Man that takes delight To take the Crowns but cares not to requite The gratious giver of such gifts as those With any thing except it be with blows A fair reward but sure it much redowns To Mans disgrace to give God blows for Crowns GODS Loue MANS Vnworthiness By Jo Qu Lord what is man that thou art mindfull of him and the son of man that thou so regardest him Ps 8. v. 4 London Printed for Jo Stafford dwelling in St. Brides Church yard GODS LOVE AND Mans Vnworthiness Whereunto is annexed a Discourse between the SOUL SATAN With several Divine Ejaculations Written by JOHN QUARLES LONDON Printed for John Stafford and are to be sold at his house in S. Brides Church yard and by Humphrey Moseley at the Princes Armes in St. Pauls Church yard and John Holden at the blue Anchor in the new Exchange 1651. TO My much-honoured and Esteemed Friend Edward Benlowes Esq SIR I Am confident you cannot have greater cause to wonder at my boldness then I have reason to admire at your Learning and Piety for indeed the rare example of your virtues addâ—d much alacrity to my endeavours which are but shallow if compar'd to the depth of your understanding Sir the limits of my request though they are large extend themselves no further then this That You would be pleas'd to permit this my unfleg'd bird to rest under the wings of Your protection that I may ever be engag'd to boast of so worthy a Patron Sir as I know I have errors so I know you have goodness to excuse them and I a heart to be thankfull and alwayes be a faithfull honourer of Your Virtues whilest I am Sir Your Servant to Command JOHN QUARLES To the Reader Kinde Reader LET me lay this Injunction upon thee before thou permittest thy eye to survey this little Volume which is That thou wilt resolve to pardon I will not say for what for fear thou shouldst be sâ—rupulous and not Read The Subject is Divine and I confess too good to be so badly handled however I have done my best endeavour and Alexander did no more when he conquered Kingdomes But Reader because I will not detain thine eye too long in one place I bid thee Farewell To my Muse TEL me presumptuous Muse how dar'st thou treat Upon a Subject so sublime so great Alas how dare thy infancy aspire So high as Heaven where the caelestial quire Of soul-enchanting Angels hourely sing Anthems of Joy to their mellifluous King This is a taske that invocates the best And loftiest quils Heav'ns love must not b' exprest With wanton language he that shall presume To labour in this work must first persume His Soul with true divinity and breathe Celestiall ayres that Readers may perceive Their Author labours with a serious heart T' embalm his actions with divinest art This is a field whose spacious bounds extend Themselves to infinite who strives to end Shall still begin and having once begun This pleasing progress must not cease to run Untill he stops in Heaven there lyes the gain Who runs with Faith is certain to obtain If then my Muse thou canst divinely mount This Sacred Stage thou needst not fear t' account Thy actions prosperous strive thou to stand Guarded with Faith and Heav'n will lend a hand To prop thee up his power will infuse Sufficient matter for an active Muse To work upon his wisdome will direct Thy painfull hand his mercies will correct Thy rambling thoughts and teach thee to proclaim Th' unsum'd up glories of his Royall Name Abandon earth and bid vain thoughts adeu Thou canst not serve thy God and Mammon too Rouse then and let thy well-prun'd Eagles wings Mount thee aloft let not terrestiall things Disturbe thy resolutions let them all Evade thy minde thy thoughts must grow too tall For such low toyes stir up thy zealous fire And what thou canst not well expresse admire See heer a Phoenix rare rais'd from ye dust of precious Parents Fathers Effigies just Who for his Genius ingenious Parts Of Learning Worth Witt to Conquer hearts By pleasant Poetry Seemes to inherit By Transmigration his rare Fathers Spirit As old Pythag'ras held So sweetly Hee Doth Patrizare in full Ex'ssencie Gods Love AND Mans Unworthiness GOD how that word hath thunder-clapt my Soul Into a ravishment I must condole My forward weakness Ah where shall I find Sufficient Metaphors t' express my mind Thou heart-amusing word how hast thou fil'd My Soul with Halelujahs and distil'd Wonders into me Oh that I could break My heart in pieces and divinely speak My mind in Raptures that the frantique Earth May bathe it felf in these sweet streams of mirth Then rouze my Soul and practise how to turn Thy wonders into language do not burn Thy sacred fuel in a place where none Can have the benefit but thee alone Hoist up thy Sails and let thy speedy motion Hurry thee hence into the boundless Ocean Observe thy compass keep a constant pace And Heav'n will steer thee to the Port of Grace â—is strange to think how the Almighty can That is so pure love such a thing as Man Whose primitive corruption makes him worse Then nothing whose Rebellion claims a curse More then affection How can Heav'n endure A thing that can be nothing but impure Man like a word that 's voyd of reason sounds In every ear his very name expounds A misery at best he needs must be But vain And how can Heav'n love vanitie Man like a shadow flies before the Sun Of his afflictions and is still undone By his own doing he 's his own pursuer And how can Heav'n love such a self-undoer Man like a naked worm is often found Digging himself into the loathsom ground Of ruine he 's a Traytor to his Bliss And how can Heav'n love such a worm as this Man like a flash of lightning courts the world With lavish flames and by and by is hurl'd Into that Nothing whence at first it came Then how can God love such a short-liv'd flame Man like a Reed is evermore inclin'd To shake and totter with each blast of wind He 's always running to the ground with speed And how can Heav'n love such an earthly Reed Man like the dust is always blown and â—ost From place to place and flies till it has lost Its Center never resting in one place Then how can Heav'n love that which flies in 's face Man like a Fly still buzzes up and down From cup to cup and sips on till he drown Himself in pleasure fears no stander by And how can Heav'n love such a drunken Fly Man like a Rain-bow oftentimes appears Clothed in colours but can claim no years No days nay hardly hours but must decay And how can heav'n love that which loves no stay Man like a bubble floats upon the