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A10266
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Iob militant with meditations diuine and morall. By Fra. Quarles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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1624
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how to sunder nor yet Force can part His Belching rucks forth flames his mouing Eye Shines like the glory of the morning Skie His craggie Sinewes are like wreathes of brasse And from his mouth quicke flames of fier passe As from an Ouen the temper of his Heart Is like a Nether-milstone which no Dart Can pierce secured from the threatning Speare Affraid of none he strikes the World with feare The Bow-mans brawnie arme sends Shafts in vaine They fall like Stubble or bound backe againe Stones are his Pillow and the Mud his Downe In earth none greater is nor equall none Compar'd with him all things he doth deride And well may challenge to be King of Pride So said th' amazed Iob bent downe his eyes Vpon the ground and sadly thus replyes I know Great God there 's nothing hard to Thee Thy thoughts are pure and too too deepe for me I am a Foole and my distempered Wits Longer out-strayed my Tongue then well befits My knowledge slumbred while my Lips did chat And like a Foole I spake I knew not what Lord teach me Wisdome lest my proud Desire Cinge her bold Feathers in thy sacred Fire Mine Eare hath oft been rounded with thy storie But now these very Eyes haue seene thy Glorie My sinfull Words I not alone lament But in the horror of my Soule repent Repent with Teares in Sackcloth mourne in Dust I am a sinfull man and Thou art Iust Thou Eliphaz that mak'st my sacred Word An Engine of Despaire said then the Lord Behold full vyals of my Wrath attends On thee and on thy two too-partiall Friends For you haue iudg'd amisse and haue abus'd My Word to worke your Ends falsely accus'd My righteous Seruant Of you all there 's none Hath spoke vprightly as my Iob hath done Haste then before my kindling Fire begin To slame and each man offer for his Sin A Sacrifice by Iob my seruants hand And for his sake your Offrings shall withstand The Wages of your sinnes for what can I If Iob my Seruant make request denie So strait they went and after speedy pardon Desir'd and had the righteous Iob for guerdon Of his so tedious Griefe obtain'd the health Of a sound Body and encrease of Wealth So that the second Haruest of his store Was double that which he enioy'd before Ere this was blazed in the Worlds wide Eares The frozen brests of his Familiars And cold Allyes being now dissolu'd in Griefe His backward Friends came to him with Reliefe To feede his Wants and with sad showring eyes To moane his yet supposed Miseries Some brought him Sheepe to blesse his emptie Fold Some precious Earerings others Rings of Gold God blest his loines from whence there sprang again The number of his children that were slaine Nor was there any in the Land so rare In vertue as his Daughters or so faire Long after this he liu'd in peace to see His childrens children to the fourth Degree Till at the length cut short by Him that stayes For none he dyed in Peace and full of Dayes Meditatio vltima EVill's the defect of Good and as a shade That 's but the Ruines of the Light decay'd It hath no Beeing nor is vnderstood But by the Opposition of Good What then is man whose purest thoughts are prest For Satans warre which from the tender brest With Infant silence haue consented to Such sinfull Deeds as babes they could not doe What then is man but Nothing being Euill His Lunatick affections doe vnleuell What Heauen created by iust Waight and Measure In Pleasures sincke he takes a swinelike Pleasure His span of life and beautie's like a Flower Faire flourishing and fading in an hower He breakes into the World with Teares and then Departs with Griefe nor knowing How nor When. His life 's a Bubble full of seeming Blisse The more it lengthens the more short it is Begot in darknesse hee 's brought forth and cryes For succour passes ore the Stage and dyes Yet like a Moale the earth he vndermines Making the World the Forge of his designes He plots complots foresees preuents directs He hopes he feares he doubts pursues effects Each hath his Plot each one his course doth bend Each hath his Proiect and each one his end Thus restlesse man doth still his soule molest To finde out that which hath no Being Rest Thus trauels sinfull man in endlesse toyle Taking a pleasure in his owne turmoyle Fond man first seeke to purchase that diuine And sacred Prize and all the World is thine Great Salomon made suit for Wisedome and he found Not barely Wisedome but that Wisedome crown'd With Diademes of wealth and faire encrease Of princely Honours with long dayes of peace With safe respect and awfull reuerence To Mystryes Meditation doth commence An earnest doubt Was Iobs dispoyled Flock Restored double Was his former Stock Renew'd with double vantage Did heauen adde To all his fortunes double what he had Yet those sweet Emblemes of his dearest loue His sonnes whom Death vntimely did remoue From off the face of the vnthankfull earth Why likewise sprang not they in double birth Bruit beasts that perish once are lost for euer Their substance and their All consume together Once hauing giuen a farewell to the light They dye and with them is perpetuall night But man vnorgan'd by the hand of Death Dyes not is but transplanted from beneath Into a fairer soyle or as a stranger Brought home secure from the worlds pleasing Danger Iobs Flocks were lost and therefore double giuen His Issu's equall shar'd 'twixt Earth and Heauen One halfe in heauen are glorious in their doome Ingag'd as Pledges till the other come Great God! my Time 's but short and long my Way My Heart hath lost her Path and gone astray My spirit 's faint and fraile my soul 's imbost If thou helpe not I am for euer lost Though Dust and Ashes yet am I thy Creature How e're my sinnes are great thy Mercy 's greater Of Nothing did'st thou make me and my sinne Hath turn'd me back to Nothing once agin Create me a new heart great God inspire My cold Affections with thy sacred Fire Instruct my Will and rectifie my Wayes O teach me Lord to number out my Dayes The Digestion of the whole HISTORIE 1 In Prosperity THou whose lanke fortunes heauē hath sweld with Make not thy selfe by ouer-wishing poore store Husband that Good which else Abuse makes Bad Abstracting where thy base Desire would adde Lines flowing from a Sophoclean Quill Deserue no Plaudit ' being Acted ill 2 In Aduersity Hath heauē withdrawn the Talent he hath giuē thee Hath enuious Death of all thy Sons bereau'n thee Haue foule Diseases foyl'd thee on the floore He earnes no sweet that neuer tasted sowre Thou art a Scholler if thy Tutor doe Pose thee too hard Hee will instruct thee too 3 In Tentation Art thou oppos'd to thine vnequall Foe
mark'd the Earth of what a bulke she is Know'st thou the place whence Light or Darknesse springs Can thy deepe age vnfold these secret things Know'st thou the cause of Snow or Haile which are My fierce Artill'ry in my time of warre Who is 't that rends the gloomy Clouds in sunder Whose sudden rapture strikes forth Fire Thunder Or who bedewes the Earth with gentle showres Filling her pregnant soyle with fruits and flowres What Father got the Raine from what chill wombe Did Frosts and hard-congealed Waters come Canst thou restraine faire Maia's course or stint her Or sad Orion vshering in the Winter Will scorching Cancer at thy summons come Or Sun-burnt Autumne with her fruitfull wombe Knowst thou Heauens course aboue or dost thou know Those gentle Influences here below Who was 't inspir'd thy Soule with Vnderstanding And gaue thy Spirit the spirit of Apprehending Dost thou command the Cesternes of the Skie To quench the thirsty soyle or is it I Nay let thy practice to the Earth descend Proue there how farre thy power doth extend From thy full hand will hungry Lions eate Feed'st thou the empty Rauens that cry for meate Sett'st thou the Season when the fearefull Hind Brings forth her painefull birth Hast thou assign'd The Mountaine Goate her Time Or is it I Canst thou subiect vnto thy soueraigntie The vntam'd Vnicorne Can thy hard hand Force him to labour on thy fruitfull land Did'st thou inrich the Peacock with his Plume Or did that Steele-digesting Bird assume His downie flags from thee Didst thou endow The noble Stallion with his Strength Canst thou Quaile his proud courage See his angry breath Puffes nothing forth but feares summ'd vp in death Marke with what pride his horny hoofes doe tabor The hard resounding Earth with how great labor How little ground he spends But at the noyse And fierce Alar'm of the hoarse Trumpets voyce He breakes the rankes amidst a thousand Speares Pointed with death vndaunted at the feares Of doubtfull warre he rushes like a Ranger Through euery Troope scornes so braue a danger Doe loftie Haggards cleaue the flitting Ayre With Plumes of thy deuising Then how dare Thy rauenous lips thus thus at randome runne And counter-maund what I the Lord haue done Think'st thou to learne fond Mortall thus by diuing Into my secrets or to gaine by striuing Pleade then No doubt but thine will be the Day Speake peeuish Plaintiffe if th' ast ought to say Iob then reply'd Great God I am but Dust My heart is sinfull and thy hands are Iust I am a Sinner Lord my words are wind My thoughts are vaine Ah Father I haue sinn'd Shall Dust replie I spake too much before I 'le close these lips and neuer answere more Meditatio octauadecima O Glorious Light A light vnapprehended By mortall Eyes O Glorie neuer ended Nor e're created whence all Glorie springs In heauenly bodies and in earthly things O power Immense deriued from a Will Most Iust and able to doe all but ill O Essence pure and full of Maiestie Greatnesse it selfe and yet no Quantitie Goodnesse and without Qualitie producing All things from out of Nothing and reducing All things to nothing past all comprehending Both First and Last and yet without an Ending Or yet beginning filling euery Creature And not it selfe included aboue Nature Yet not excluded of it Selfe subsisting And with it Selfe all other things assisting Diuided yet without diuision A perfect Three yet Three entirely One Both One in Three and Three in One together Begetting and begotten and yet neither The Fountaine of all Arts Confounding Art Both All in All and All in euery part Still seeking Glorie and still wanting none Though Iust yet reaping where Thou ne'r hast sowne Great Maiestie since Thou art euery where O Why should I misdoubt thy Presence here I long haue sought Thee but my ranging heart Ne'r quests and cannot see thee where thou art There 's no Defect in thee thy light hath shin'd Nor can be hid Great God but I am blind O cleare mine eyes and with thy holy Fire Inflame my brest and edge my dull desire Wash me with Hysope clense my stained thoughts Renew my spirit blurre forth my secret faults Thou tak'st no pleasure in a Sinners death For thou art Life thy Mercy 's not beneath Thy sacred Iustice Giue thy seruant power To seek aright and hauing sought discouer Thy glorious Presence Let my blemisht Eye See my saluation yet before I dye O then my Dust that 's bowell'd in the ground Shall rise with Triumph at the welcome sound Of my Redeemers earth-awaking Trumpe Vnfrighted at the noyse no sullen Dumpe Of selfe-confounding Conscience shall affright me For Hee 's my Iudge whose dying Blood shall quite me THE ARGVMENT God speakes to Iob the second time Iob yeelds his sinne repents his crime God checks his Friends restores his health Giues him new issue double wealth Sect. 19. ONcemore the Mouth of heauē rapt forth a voice The troubled Firmament was fill'd with noise The Rafters of the darkned Skie did shake For the Eternall thundred thus and spake Collect thy scattred senses and aduise Rouze vp fond man and answere my replies Wilt thou make Comments on my Text and must I be vnrighteous to conclude thee Iust Shall my Decrees be licenced by thee What canst thou thunder with a Voyce like Me Put on thy Robes of Maiestie Be clad With as bright glorie Iob as can be had Make fierce thy frownes and with an angry face Confound the Proud and his high thoughts abase Pound him to Dust Doe this and I will yeeld Thou art a God and need'st no other shield Behold the Castle-bearing Elephant That wants no bulke nor doth his greatnesse want An equall strength Behold his massie bones Like barres of Yron like congealed stones His knottie sinewes are Him haue I made And giuen him naturall weapons for his aide High Mountaines beare his food the shady boughes His Couerts are Great Riuers are his Troughs Whose deepe Carouses would to standers-by Seeme at a watring to draw Iordan drie What skilfull huntsman can with strength out-dare him Or with what Engins can a man ensnare him Hast thou beheld the huge Leuiathan That swarthy Tyrant of the Ocean Can Thy bearded hooke impierce his Gils or make him Thy landed Pris'ner Can thy Angles take him Will he make suite for fauour from thy hands Or be enthralled to thy fierce Commands Will he be handled as a Bird Or may Thy fingers bind him for thy childrens play Let men be wise for in his lookes he hath Displayed Banners of vntimely death If Creatures be so dreadfull how is he More bold then wise that dares encounter Me What hand of man can hinder my designe Are not the Heauens and all beneath them mine Dissect the Greatnesse of so vast a Creature By view of seuerall parts Summe vp his feature Like Shields his Scales are plac't which neither Art Knowes