Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Meditat. 5.
When God had with his Al-producing Blast;
Blown up the bubble of the World, & plac't
In order that, which he had made in measure,
As well for necessary use, as pleasure:
Then out of earthy mould he fram'd a creature
Farre more Divine, and of more glorious feature
Than earst he made, indu'd with understanding,
With strength, victorious, & with awe commanding,
With Reason, Wit, repleate with Majesty,
With heavenly knowledge, and Capacity,
True embleme of his Maker: Him he made
The sov'raigne Lord of all; Him all obay'd;
Yeelding their lives (as tribute) to their King;
Both Fish, and Bird, and Beast, and every thing:
His body's rear'd upright, and in his eye,
Stand radient beames of awfull sov'raignty;
All Creatures else pore downward to the ground,
Man looks to heaven, and all his thoughts rebound
Vpon the Earth (where tydes of pleasures meete)
He treads, and daily tramples with his feete;
Which reade sweet Lectures to his wandring eyes,
And teach his lustfull heart to moralize:
Naked he liv'd, nak'd to the world he came;
For he had then nor fault to hide, nor shame:
His state was levell, and he had free will
To stand or fall, unforc't to good or ill;
Man had (such state he was created in)
Within his pow'r, a power not to sinne:
But Man was tempted, yeelded, sinn'd, and fell,
Abus'd his free-will, lost it, then befell
A worse succeeding state; who was created
Complete, is now become poore, blinde, and naked;
He's drawne with head-strong bias unto ill,
Bereft of active pow'r to will, or nill;
A bless'ed Saint's become a balefull Devill,
His free-will's onely stinted now to evill:
Pleasure's his Lord, and in his Ladies eyes
His Christall Temple of devotion lyes:
Pleasures the white, whereat he takes his levell,
Which (too much wronged with the name of evill)
With best of blessings takes her lofty seat,
Greatest of goods, and seeming best of great:
Whats good, (like Iron) rusts for want of use,
And what is bad is worsed with abuse;
Pleasure, whose apt, and right ordained end
Is but to sweeten labour, and attend
The frailty' of man is now preferr'd so hie,
To be his Lord, and beare the sov'raignty,
Ruling his slavish thoughts, ignoble actions,
And gaines the conquest of his best affections,
Sparing no cost to bolster up delight,
But force vaine pleasures to unwonted height:
Blown up the bubble of the World, & plac't
In order that, which he had made in measure,
As well for necessary use, as pleasure:
Then out of earthy mould he fram'd a creature
Farre more Divine, and of more glorious feature
Than earst he made, indu'd with understanding,
With strength, victorious, & with awe commanding,
With Reason, Wit, repleate with Majesty,
With heavenly knowledge, and Capacity,
True embleme of his Maker: Him he made
The sov'raigne Lord of all; Him all obay'd;
Yeelding their lives (as tribute) to their King;
Both Fish, and Bird, and Beast, and every thing:
His body's rear'd upright, and in his eye,
Stand radient beames of awfull sov'raignty;
All Creatures else pore downward to the ground,
Man looks to heaven, and all his thoughts rebound
Vpon the Earth (where tydes of pleasures meete)
He treads, and daily tramples with his feete;
Which reade sweet Lectures to his wandring eyes,
And teach his lustfull heart to moralize:
Naked he liv'd, nak'd to the world he came;
For he had then nor fault to hide, nor shame:
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To stand or fall, unforc't to good or ill;
Man had (such state he was created in)
Within his pow'r, a power not to sinne:
But Man was tempted, yeelded, sinn'd, and fell,
Abus'd his free-will, lost it, then befell
A worse succeeding state; who was created
Complete, is now become poore, blinde, and naked;
He's drawne with head-strong bias unto ill,
Bereft of active pow'r to will, or nill;
A bless'ed Saint's become a balefull Devill,
His free-will's onely stinted now to evill:
Pleasure's his Lord, and in his Ladies eyes
His Christall Temple of devotion lyes:
Pleasures the white, whereat he takes his levell,
Which (too much wronged with the name of evill)
With best of blessings takes her lofty seat,
Greatest of goods, and seeming best of great:
Whats good, (like Iron) rusts for want of use,
And what is bad is worsed with abuse;
Pleasure, whose apt, and right ordained end
Is but to sweeten labour, and attend
The frailty' of man is now preferr'd so hie,
To be his Lord, and beare the sov'raignty,
Ruling his slavish thoughts, ignoble actions,
And gaines the conquest of his best affections,
Sparing no cost to bolster up delight,
But force vaine pleasures to unwonted height:
Who addes excesse unto a lustfull heart,
Commits a costly sin, with greater Art.
Commits a costly sin, with greater Art.
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