Divine Fancies Digested into Epigrammes, Meditations, and Observations. By Fra: Quarles |
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Divine Fancies | ||
36. On my Soule.
My weather-beaten Soule long time has binBecalm'd, and tiding in the Sea of Sin;
But now Afflictions Storme does drive and tosse
Her batterd Keele: The wind is loud and crosse:
Feare fills her tatterd Sailes, & doubts doe drive her,
She knowes not where; & of all hopes deprive her:
Thus, thus transported by the troubled Ayre
Amongst the swallowing Quick-sands of despaire,
If not prevented by a greater power,
She looks for wreck and ruine ev'ry hower;
O, that mine Eyes could raine a Showre of Teares,
That, that would lay the Storme of all my Feares.
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