Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Medit. 1.
How great's the love of God unto his creature?
Or is his Wisedome, or his Mercy greater?
I know not whether: O th'exceeding love
Of highest God! that from his Throne above
Will send the brightnesse of his grace to those
That grope in darknesse, and his grace oppose:
He helpes, provides, inspires, and freely gives,
As pleas'd to see us ravell out our lives;
He gives us from the heape, He measures not,
Nor deales (like Manna) each his stinted lot,
But daily sends the Doctors of his Spouse,
(With such like oyle as from the Widowes cruse
Did issue forth) in fulnesse, without wasting,
Where plenty still was had, yet plenty lasting.
I, there is care in heaven, and heavenly sprights,
That guides the world, and guards poore mortall wights,
There is; else were the miserable state
Of Man, more wretched and unfortunate
Than salvage beasts: But O th'abounding love
Of highest God! whose Angels from above
Dismount the Towre of Blisse, flye to and fro,
Assisting wretched Man, their deadly foe.
What thing is Man, that Gods regard is such?
Or why should heaven love rechlesse Man so much?
Or is his Wisedome, or his Mercy greater?
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Of highest God! that from his Throne above
Will send the brightnesse of his grace to those
That grope in darknesse, and his grace oppose:
He helpes, provides, inspires, and freely gives,
As pleas'd to see us ravell out our lives;
He gives us from the heape, He measures not,
Nor deales (like Manna) each his stinted lot,
But daily sends the Doctors of his Spouse,
(With such like oyle as from the Widowes cruse
Did issue forth) in fulnesse, without wasting,
Where plenty still was had, yet plenty lasting.
I, there is care in heaven, and heavenly sprights,
That guides the world, and guards poore mortall wights,
There is; else were the miserable state
Of Man, more wretched and unfortunate
Than salvage beasts: But O th'abounding love
Of highest God! whose Angels from above
Dismount the Towre of Blisse, flye to and fro,
Assisting wretched Man, their deadly foe.
What thing is Man, that Gods regard is such?
Or why should heaven love rechlesse Man so much?
Why? what are men? but quickned lumps of earth?
A Feast for Wormes; a bubble full of mirth;
A Looking glasse for griefe; A flash; A minute;
A painted Toombe, with putrifaction in it;
A mappe of Death; A burthen of a song;
A winters Dust; A worme of five foot long:
Begot in sinne; In darknesse nourisht; Borne
In sorrow; Naked; Shiftlesse, and forlorne:
His first voice (heard) is crying for reliefe;
Alas! He comes into a world of griefe:
His Age is sinfull; and his Youth is vaine;
His Life's a punishment; His Death's paine;
His Life's a houre of Ioy; a world of Sorrow;
His death's a winters night, that findes no morrow:
Mans Life's an Hower-glasse, which being run,
Concludes that houre of joy, and so is done.
Jonah must goe; nor is this charge confinde
To Jonah, but to all the world enjoyn'd;
You Magistrates, arise, and take delight
In dealing Iustice, and maintaining Right;
There lyes your Niniveh: Merchants arise,
And mingle conscience with your Merchandise:
Lawyers arise, make not your righteous Lawes,
A tricke for gaine; Let Iustice rule the cause:
Tradesmen arise, and plye your thriving shops,
With truer hands, and eate your meate with drops:
Paul to thy Tents, and Peter to thy Net,
And all must goe that course, which God hath set.
A Feast for Wormes; a bubble full of mirth;
A Looking glasse for griefe; A flash; A minute;
A painted Toombe, with putrifaction in it;
A mappe of Death; A burthen of a song;
A winters Dust; A worme of five foot long:
Begot in sinne; In darknesse nourisht; Borne
In sorrow; Naked; Shiftlesse, and forlorne:
His first voice (heard) is crying for reliefe;
Alas! He comes into a world of griefe:
His Age is sinfull; and his Youth is vaine;
His Life's a punishment; His Death's paine;
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His death's a winters night, that findes no morrow:
Mans Life's an Hower-glasse, which being run,
Concludes that houre of joy, and so is done.
Jonah must goe; nor is this charge confinde
To Jonah, but to all the world enjoyn'd;
You Magistrates, arise, and take delight
In dealing Iustice, and maintaining Right;
There lyes your Niniveh: Merchants arise,
And mingle conscience with your Merchandise:
Lawyers arise, make not your righteous Lawes,
A tricke for gaine; Let Iustice rule the cause:
Tradesmen arise, and plye your thriving shops,
With truer hands, and eate your meate with drops:
Paul to thy Tents, and Peter to thy Net,
And all must goe that course, which God hath set.
Great God awake us, in these drowsie times,
Lest vengeance finde us, sleeping in our Crymes,
Encrease succession in thy Prophets liew,
For loe, thy Harvest's great, and workmen few.
Lest vengeance finde us, sleeping in our Crymes,
Encrease succession in thy Prophets liew,
For loe, thy Harvest's great, and workmen few.
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