Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Medita. 11.
He that invites his Maker to a Feast,
(Advising well the greatnesse of his Guest)
Must purge his dining chamber from infections,
And sweepe the Cobwebs of his lewd affections,
And then provide such Cates, as most delight
His Palate, and best please his Appetite:
And such are holy workes and pious deeds,
These are the dainties whereon heaven feeds:
Faith plaies the Cook, seasons, directs, and guides;
So man findes meate, so God the Cooke provides:
His drinke are teares, sprung from a midnight cry,
Heaven sips out Nectar from a sinners eye;
The dining chamber is the soule opprest;
God keepes his revells in a Sinners brest:
The musicke that attends the Feast, are grones,
Deep-sounding sighes, and loud lamenting mones:
Heav'n heares no sweeter musick, than complaints;
The Fasts of sinners, are the Feasts of Saints,
To which heav'n dains to stoop, & heav'ns hie King
Descends, whilst all the quire of Angels sing,
And with such sense-bereaving Sonets fill
The hearts of wretched men, that my rude quill
(Dazeld with too much light) it selfe addressing
To blaze them forth, obscures thē in th'expressing:
Thrice happy man, and thrice-thrice happy Feast,
Grac'd with the presence of so great a Guest;
To him are freely giv'n the privy keyes
Of heav'n and earth, to open when he please,
And locke when e're he list; In him it lyes
To ope the showring flood-gates of the skies,
Or shut them at his pleasure; in his hand
The Host of heaven is put; if he command,
The Sunne (not daring to withstand) obeyes,
Out-runnes his equall howres, flies back, or stayes,
To him theres nought uneasie to atchieve;
Heele rouze the graves, and make the dead alive.
(Advising well the greatnesse of his Guest)
Must purge his dining chamber from infections,
And sweepe the Cobwebs of his lewd affections,
And then provide such Cates, as most delight
His Palate, and best please his Appetite:
And such are holy workes and pious deeds,
These are the dainties whereon heaven feeds:
Faith plaies the Cook, seasons, directs, and guides;
So man findes meate, so God the Cooke provides:
His drinke are teares, sprung from a midnight cry,
Heaven sips out Nectar from a sinners eye;
The dining chamber is the soule opprest;
God keepes his revells in a Sinners brest:
The musicke that attends the Feast, are grones,
Deep-sounding sighes, and loud lamenting mones:
Heav'n heares no sweeter musick, than complaints;
The Fasts of sinners, are the Feasts of Saints,
To which heav'n dains to stoop, & heav'ns hie King
Descends, whilst all the quire of Angels sing,
And with such sense-bereaving Sonets fill
The hearts of wretched men, that my rude quill
(Dazeld with too much light) it selfe addressing
To blaze them forth, obscures thē in th'expressing:
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Grac'd with the presence of so great a Guest;
To him are freely giv'n the privy keyes
Of heav'n and earth, to open when he please,
And locke when e're he list; In him it lyes
To ope the showring flood-gates of the skies,
Or shut them at his pleasure; in his hand
The Host of heaven is put; if he command,
The Sunne (not daring to withstand) obeyes,
Out-runnes his equall howres, flies back, or stayes,
To him theres nought uneasie to atchieve;
Heele rouze the graves, and make the dead alive.
Lord, I'me unfit t'invite thee to my home,
My Cates are all too coorse, too meane my Roome:
My Cates are all too coorse, too meane my Roome:
Yet come and welcome: by thy pow'r Divine,
Thy Grace may turne my Water into Wine.
Thy Grace may turne my Water into Wine.
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