Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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10
Medita. 2.
Bvt stay: this was a strange and uncouth word:
Did Ionah flye the presence of the Lord?
What mister word is that? He that repleats
The mighty Vniverse, whose lofty seat's
Th'imperiall Heaven, whose footstoole is the face
Of massie Earth? Can he from any place
Be barr'd? or yet by any meanes, excluded,
That is in all things? (and yet not included)
Could Ionah finde a resting any where
So void, or secret, that God was not there?
I stand amaz'd, and frighted at this word:
Did Ionah flye the presence of the Lord?
Mount up to Heaven, and there thou shalt discover
The exc'lent glory of his kingly power:
Bestride the earth beneath (with weary pace)
And there he beares the Olive branch of Grace:
Dive downe into th'extreme Abisse of Hell,
And there in Iustice doth th'Almighty dwell.
What secret Cloister could there then afford
A screene 'twixt faithlesse Ionah, and his Lord?
Did Ionah flye the presence of the Lord?
What mister word is that? He that repleats
The mighty Vniverse, whose lofty seat's
Th'imperiall Heaven, whose footstoole is the face
Of massie Earth? Can he from any place
Be barr'd? or yet by any meanes, excluded,
That is in all things? (and yet not included)
Could Ionah finde a resting any where
So void, or secret, that God was not there?
I stand amaz'd, and frighted at this word:
Did Ionah flye the presence of the Lord?
Mount up to Heaven, and there thou shalt discover
The exc'lent glory of his kingly power:
Bestride the earth beneath (with weary pace)
And there he beares the Olive branch of Grace:
Dive downe into th'extreme Abisse of Hell,
And there in Iustice doth th'Almighty dwell.
What secret Cloister could there then afford
A screene 'twixt faithlesse Ionah, and his Lord?
Ionah was charg'd, to take a charge in hand;
But Ionah turn'd his backe on Gods command;
Shooke off his yoke, and wilfully neglected,
And what was strictly charg'd, he quite rejected:
And so he fled the power of his Word;
And so he fled the presence of his Lord.
But Ionah turn'd his backe on Gods command;
Shooke off his yoke, and wilfully neglected,
And what was strictly charg'd, he quite rejected:
And so he fled the power of his Word;
And so he fled the presence of his Lord.
Good God! how poore a thing is wretched man?
So fraile, that let him strive the best he can,
With every little blast hee's overdon:
If mighty Cedars of great Lebanon,
Cannot the danger of the Axe withstand,
Lord! how shall we, that are but bushes, stand:
How fond, corrupt, how senselesse is mankinde?
How faining deafe is he? How wilfull blinde?
He stops his eares, and sinnes: he shuts his eyes,
And (blindfold) in the lap of danger flyes:
He sinnes, despaires; and then to stint his griefe,
He chuses death, to baulke the God of life.
So fraile, that let him strive the best he can,
With every little blast hee's overdon:
If mighty Cedars of great Lebanon,
Cannot the danger of the Axe withstand,
Lord! how shall we, that are but bushes, stand:
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How faining deafe is he? How wilfull blinde?
He stops his eares, and sinnes: he shuts his eyes,
And (blindfold) in the lap of danger flyes:
He sinnes, despaires; and then to stint his griefe,
He chuses death, to baulke the God of life.
Poore wretched sinner, travell where thou wilt,
Thy travell shall be burthen'd with thy guilt:
Climb tops of hils, that prospects may delight thee,
There wil thy sins (like wolves & bears) afright thee,
Fly to the vallies, that those frights may shun thee,
And there, like Mountains, they will fall upon thee:
Or to the raging Seas, (with Ionah) goe;
There will thy sinnes like stormy Neptune flow.
Poore shiftlesse Man! what shall become of thee?
Wher'ere thou fly'st, thy griping sinne will flee.
Thy travell shall be burthen'd with thy guilt:
Climb tops of hils, that prospects may delight thee,
There wil thy sins (like wolves & bears) afright thee,
Fly to the vallies, that those frights may shun thee,
And there, like Mountains, they will fall upon thee:
Or to the raging Seas, (with Ionah) goe;
There will thy sinnes like stormy Neptune flow.
Poore shiftlesse Man! what shall become of thee?
Wher'ere thou fly'st, thy griping sinne will flee.
But all this while, the ship where Ionah sleepes,
Is tost and torne, and batter'd on the Deeps,
And well-nigh split upon the threatning Rocke,
With many a boistrous brush, and churly knocke:
God helpe all desp'rate voyagers, and keepe
All such as feele thy wonders on the deepe.
Is tost and torne, and batter'd on the Deeps,
And well-nigh split upon the threatning Rocke,
With many a boistrous brush, and churly knocke:
God helpe all desp'rate voyagers, and keepe
All such as feele thy wonders on the deepe.
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