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. 5.
Say, is not Satan justly stiled than,
A Tempter, and an enemy to Man?
What could he more? His wish would not extend
To death, lest his assaults, with death should end:
Then what he did, what could he further doe?
His Hand hath seiz'd both goods and body too.
The hopefull Issue of a holy straine,
In such a dearth of holinesse, is slaine.
What hath the Lazar left him, but his griefe,
And (what might best been spar'd) his foolish wife?
Cold mischief bin more hard (though more in kind)
To nip the flowers, and leave the weeds behind
A Tempter, and an enemy to Man?
What could he more? His wish would not extend
To death, lest his assaults, with death should end:
Then what he did, what could he further doe?
His Hand hath seiz'd both goods and body too.
The hopefull Issue of a holy straine,
In such a dearth of holinesse, is slaine.
What hath the Lazar left him, but his griefe,
And (what might best been spar'd) his foolish wife?
Cold mischief bin more hard (though more in kind)
To nip the flowers, and leave the weeds behind
Woman was made a Helper by Creation,
A Helper, not alone for Propagation,
Or fond Delight, but sweet Society,
Which Man (alone) should want, and to supply
Comforts to him for whom her Sex was made,
That each may ioy in eithers needfull ayde:
But fairest Angels, had the foulest fall;
And best things (once abus'd) prove worst of all,
Else had not Satan beene so foule a Fiend,
Else had not Woman prov'd so false a Friend.
A Helper, not alone for Propagation,
Or fond Delight, but sweet Society,
Which Man (alone) should want, and to supply
Comforts to him for whom her Sex was made,
That each may ioy in eithers needfull ayde:
But fairest Angels, had the foulest fall;
And best things (once abus'd) prove worst of all,
Else had not Satan beene so foule a Fiend,
Else had not Woman prov'd so false a Friend.
Ev'n as the treachrous Fowler, to entice
His silly winged Prey, doth first devise
To make a Bird his stale, at whose false call,
Others may chance into the selfe-same thrall:
Even so, that crafty snarer of Mankind,
Finding mans righteous Palate not enclin'd
To taste the sweetnesse of his gilded baites,
Makes a collaterall Sute, and slily waites
Vpon the weakenesse of some bosome friend,
From whose enticement, he expects his end.
His silly winged Prey, doth first devise
To make a Bird his stale, at whose false call,
Others may chance into the selfe-same thrall:
Even so, that crafty snarer of Mankind,
Finding mans righteous Palate not enclin'd
To taste the sweetnesse of his gilded baites,
Makes a collaterall Sute, and slily waites
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From whose enticement, he expects his end.
Ah righteous Iob, what crosse was left unknowne?
What griefe may be describ'd, but was thine owne?
What griefe may be describ'd, but was thine owne?
Is this a just mans case? What doth befall
To one man, may as well betide to all.
To one man, may as well betide to all.
The worst I'le looke for, that I can project,
If better come, 'tis more then I expect;
If otherwise, I'm arm'd with Preparation;
No sorrow's sudden to an expectation.
If better come, 'tis more then I expect;
If otherwise, I'm arm'd with Preparation;
No sorrow's sudden to an expectation.
Lord, to thy Wisedome I submit my Will,
I will be thankfull, send me good or ill;
If good, my present State will passe the sweeter;
If ill, my Crowne of glory shall be greater.
I will be thankfull, send me good or ill;
If good, my present State will passe the sweeter;
If ill, my Crowne of glory shall be greater.
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