Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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The amazed Pilot finding no successe,
(But that the storme grew rather more than lesse,
For all their toilsome paines, and needlesse praiers,
Despairing both of life, and goods) repaires
To Ionahs drowsie Cabbin; mainly cals;
Cals Ionah, Ionah; and yet lowder yawles;
Yet Ionah sleepes; and gives a shrug, or two,
And snores, (as greedy sleepers use to doe.)
The wofull Pylot jogs him, (but in vaine.)
(Perchance he dreames an idle word, or twaine;)
At length he tugs and puls his heavy coarse,
And thunders on his brest, with all his force:
But (after many yawnes) he did awake him,
And (being both affrighted) thus bespake him:
(But that the storme grew rather more than lesse,
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Despairing both of life, and goods) repaires
To Ionahs drowsie Cabbin; mainly cals;
Cals Ionah, Ionah; and yet lowder yawles;
Yet Ionah sleepes; and gives a shrug, or two,
And snores, (as greedy sleepers use to doe.)
The wofull Pylot jogs him, (but in vaine.)
(Perchance he dreames an idle word, or twaine;)
At length he tugs and puls his heavy coarse,
And thunders on his brest, with all his force:
But (after many yawnes) he did awake him,
And (being both affrighted) thus bespake him:
“Arise, O Sleeper; O arise and see,
“There's not a twiny thred'twixt death, and thee:
“This darkesome place (thou measur'st) is thy grave,
“And sudden Death rides proud on yonder wave;
“Arise, O sleeper, O arise, and pray;
“Perhaps thy God will heare, and not say, Nay:
“Repaire the losse of these our ill spent houres,
“Perchance thy God's more powerfull than ours;
“Heavens hand may cease, and have compassion on us,
“And turne away this mischiefe it hath done us.
“There's not a twiny thred'twixt death, and thee:
“This darkesome place (thou measur'st) is thy grave,
“And sudden Death rides proud on yonder wave;
“Arise, O sleeper, O arise, and pray;
“Perhaps thy God will heare, and not say, Nay:
“Repaire the losse of these our ill spent houres,
“Perchance thy God's more powerfull than ours;
“Heavens hand may cease, and have compassion on us,
“And turne away this mischiefe it hath done us.
The sturdy Saylors (weary of their paine)
Finding their bootlosse labour lost, and vaine,
Forbare their toilesome task and wrought no more,
Expecting Death, for which they lookt before;
They call a parley, and consult together,
They count their sinnes, (accusing one another)
That for his sinne, or his, this ill was wrought:
In fine, they all proove guilty of the fault:
But yet the question was not ended so:
One sayes, 'Twas thine offence; but he sayes, No,
But 'twas for thy sake, that accuses me;
Rusht forth a third (the worser of the three)
And swore it was another, which (he hearing)
Deny'd it slat, and said, 'Twas thine for swearing:
In came a fift, accusing all; (replying
But little else) they all chid him for lying;
One said it was, another said 'twas not:
So all agreed, to stint the strife by Lott:
Then all was whist, and all to prayer went;
(For such a bus'nesse a fit complement)
The Lott was cast; t'pleas'd God by Lots to tell,
The Lott was cast; the Lott on Ionah fell,
Finding their bootlosse labour lost, and vaine,
Forbare their toilesome task and wrought no more,
Expecting Death, for which they lookt before;
They call a parley, and consult together,
They count their sinnes, (accusing one another)
That for his sinne, or his, this ill was wrought:
In fine, they all proove guilty of the fault:
But yet the question was not ended so:
One sayes, 'Twas thine offence; but he sayes, No,
But 'twas for thy sake, that accuses me;
Rusht forth a third (the worser of the three)
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Deny'd it slat, and said, 'Twas thine for swearing:
In came a fift, accusing all; (replying
But little else) they all chid him for lying;
One said it was, another said 'twas not:
So all agreed, to stint the strife by Lott:
Then all was whist, and all to prayer went;
(For such a bus'nesse a fit complement)
The Lott was cast; t'pleas'd God by Lots to tell,
The Lott was cast; the Lott on Ionah fell,
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