Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Not far from Casius, in whose bounteous womb,
Great Pompeys dust lies crowned with his tomb,
Westward, betwixt Arabia and Iudæa,
Is situate a Country, called Idumæa,
There dwelt a man (brought from his Lineage,
That for his belly, swopt his Heritage,)
His name was Iob, a man of upright Will,
Iust, fearing Heaven, eschewing what was Ill,
On whom his God had heapd in highest measure,
The bounteous Riches of his boundlesse Treasure,
As well of Fortune, as of Grace, and Spirit,
Goods for his Children, Children to inherit;
As did his Name, his wealth did dayly wexe,
His Seed did germinate in either Sexe
A hopefull Issue, whose descent might keepe
His righteous Race on foot; seven thousand sheepe
Did pay their Summer-tribute, and did adde
Their Winter blessings to his Fold: He had
Three thousand Camels, able for their load,
Five hundred Asses, furnisht for the road,
As many yoake of Oxen, to maintaine
His houshold, for he had a mighty Traine;
Nor was there any in the East, the which
In Vertue was so rare, in Wealth so rich.
Great Pompeys dust lies crowned with his tomb,
Westward, betwixt Arabia and Iudæa,
Is situate a Country, called Idumæa,
There dwelt a man (brought from his Lineage,
That for his belly, swopt his Heritage,)
His name was Iob, a man of upright Will,
Iust, fearing Heaven, eschewing what was Ill,
On whom his God had heapd in highest measure,
The bounteous Riches of his boundlesse Treasure,
As well of Fortune, as of Grace, and Spirit,
Goods for his Children, Children to inherit;
As did his Name, his wealth did dayly wexe,
His Seed did germinate in either Sexe
A hopefull Issue, whose descent might keepe
His righteous Race on foot; seven thousand sheepe
Did pay their Summer-tribute, and did adde
Their Winter blessings to his Fold: He had
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Five hundred Asses, furnisht for the road,
As many yoake of Oxen, to maintaine
His houshold, for he had a mighty Traine;
Nor was there any in the East, the which
In Vertue was so rare, in Wealth so rich.
Vpon a time, his Children (to improve
The sweet affection of their mutuall love)
Made solemne Feasts; each feasted in his turne,
(For there's a time to mirth, as well as mourne)
And who, by course, was Master of the Feast,
Vnto his home invited all the rest.
The sweet affection of their mutuall love)
Made solemne Feasts; each feasted in his turne,
(For there's a time to mirth, as well as mourne)
And who, by course, was Master of the Feast,
Vnto his home invited all the rest.
Even as a Hen (whose tender brood forsake
The downy closet of her Wings, and take
Each its affected way) markes how they feed,
This, on that Crum; and that, on t'other Seed;
Moves, as they move; and stayes, when as they stay,
And seemes delighted in their infant-play:
Yet (fearing danger) with a busie eye,
Lookes here and there, if ought she can espy,
Which unawares might snatch a booty from her,
Eyes all that passe, and watches every commer.
Even so th'affection of this tender Syre,
(B'ing made more fervent, with the selfe-same fire
Of dearest love, which flamed in their brests,
Preserved (as by fuell) in those Feasts)
Was ravisht in the height of joyes, to see
His happy Childrens ten-fold unity:
As was his joy, such was his holy feare,
Lest he, that plants his Engines every where,
Baited with golden Sinnes, and re-insnares
The soule of Man, turning his Wheat to Tares,
Should season Error with the taste of Truth,
And tempt the frailty of their tender youth.
The downy closet of her Wings, and take
Each its affected way) markes how they feed,
This, on that Crum; and that, on t'other Seed;
Moves, as they move; and stayes, when as they stay,
And seemes delighted in their infant-play:
Yet (fearing danger) with a busie eye,
Lookes here and there, if ought she can espy,
Which unawares might snatch a booty from her,
Eyes all that passe, and watches every commer.
Even so th'affection of this tender Syre,
(B'ing made more fervent, with the selfe-same fire
Of dearest love, which flamed in their brests,
Preserved (as by fuell) in those Feasts)
Was ravisht in the height of joyes, to see
His happy Childrens ten-fold unity:
As was his joy, such was his holy feare,
Lest he, that plants his Engines every where,
Baited with golden Sinnes, and re-insnares
The soule of Man, turning his Wheat to Tares,
Should season Error with the taste of Truth,
And tempt the frailty of their tender youth.
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No sooner therefore had the dappled skie
Opened the Twilight of her waking eye,
And in her breaking Light, had promis'd day,
But up he rose, his holy hands did lay
Vpon the sacred Altar (one by one)
An early Sacrifice for every Sonne:
For who can tell, (said he?) my Sonnes (perchance)
Have slipt some sinne; which neither Ignorance
Pleaded, nor want of heed, nor youth can cure.
Opened the Twilight of her waking eye,
And in her breaking Light, had promis'd day,
But up he rose, his holy hands did lay
Vpon the sacred Altar (one by one)
An early Sacrifice for every Sonne:
For who can tell, (said he?) my Sonnes (perchance)
Have slipt some sinne; which neither Ignorance
Pleaded, nor want of heed, nor youth can cure.
Sin steales, unseene, when men sleep most secure:
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