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Divine Fancies

Digested into Epigrammes, Meditations, and Observations. By Fra: Quarles
  
  
  

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23. On those that deserve it.

O when our Clergie, at the dreadfull Day,
Shal make their Audit; when the Iudge shal say
Give your acompts: What, have my Lambs bin sed?
Say, doe they all stand sound? Is there none dead
By your defaults? come shephards, bring them forth
That I may crowne your labours in their worth:
O what an answer will be given by some,
We have bin silenc'd: Canons strucke vs dumbe;
The Great ones would not let vs feed thy flock,
Vnles we plai'd the fooles, and wore a Frock:
We were forbid vnles wee'd yeeld to signe
And crosse their browes, They say, a mark of thine.
To say the truth, great Iudg, they were not fed,
Lord, here they be; but, Lord, they be all dead:
Ah cruel Shepheards! Could your conscience serve
Not to be fooles, and yet to let them sterve?
What if your Fiery spirits had bin bound
To Antick Habits; or your heads bin crownd
With Peacocks Plumes; had yee bin forc'd to feed
Your Saviours dear-bought Flock in a fools weed;
He that was scorn'd, revil'd; endur'd the Curse
Of a base death, in your behalfs; nay worse,
Swallow'd the cup of wrath charg'd vp to th'brim,
Durst yee not stoope to play the fooles for him?