Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Meditat. 3.
Heav'n is Gods Magazen; wherein, he hath
Stor'd up his Vials both of love, and wrath;
Iustice and Mercy, waite upon his Throne;
Favours and Thunderbolts attend upon
His sacred Will and Pleasure; Life and Death
Doe both receive their influence from his breath;
Iudgements attend his left; at his right hand
Blessings and everlasting Pleasures stand:
Heav'n is the Magazen; wherein, he puts
Both good and evill; Pray'r is the key, that shuts
And opens this great Treasure; Tis a key,
Whose wards are Faith, and Hope, and Charity.
Wouldst thou prevent a judgement, due to sinne?
Turne but the key, and thou maist locke it in:
Or wouldst thou have a Blessing fall upon thee?
Open the doore, and it will shower on thee.
Can Heav'n be false? or can th'Almighties tongue,
That is all very truth, doe truth that wrong,
Not to performe a vow? His lips have sworne,
Sworne by himselfe, that if a Sinner turne
To him, by pray'r; his pray'r shall not be lost
For want of eare; nor his desier, crost:
How is it then we often aske and have not:
We aske, and often misse, because we crave not
The things we should: his wisdome can foresee
Those blessings, better, that we want, than we.
Hast thou not heard a peevish Infant baule
To gaine possession of a knife? And shall
Th'indulgent nurse bee counted wisely kinde,
If she be mov'd to please his childish minde?
Is it not greater wisdome, to deny
The sharp-edg'd knife, and to present his eye
With a fine harmlesse Puppit? We require
Things, oft, unfit; and our too fond desire
Fastens on goods, that are but glorious ills,
Whilst Heav'ns high wisdome contradicts our wils,
With more advantage, for we oft receive
Things that are farre more fit, for us, to have:
Experience tels; we seeke, and cannot finde:
We seeke, and often want, because we binde
The Giver to our times: He knows we want
Patience; and, therefore he suspends his grant,
T'encrease our faith, that so we may depend
Vpon his hand; he loves to heare us spend
Our childish mouthes: Things easily obtain'd,
Are lowly priz'd; but what our prayers have gain'd
By teares, and groanes, that cannot be exprest,
Are farre more deare, and sweeter, when possest.
Stor'd up his Vials both of love, and wrath;
Iustice and Mercy, waite upon his Throne;
Favours and Thunderbolts attend upon
His sacred Will and Pleasure; Life and Death
Doe both receive their influence from his breath;
Iudgements attend his left; at his right hand
Blessings and everlasting Pleasures stand:
Heav'n is the Magazen; wherein, he puts
Both good and evill; Pray'r is the key, that shuts
And opens this great Treasure; Tis a key,
Whose wards are Faith, and Hope, and Charity.
Wouldst thou prevent a judgement, due to sinne?
Turne but the key, and thou maist locke it in:
Or wouldst thou have a Blessing fall upon thee?
Open the doore, and it will shower on thee.
Can Heav'n be false? or can th'Almighties tongue,
That is all very truth, doe truth that wrong,
Not to performe a vow? His lips have sworne,
Sworne by himselfe, that if a Sinner turne
To him, by pray'r; his pray'r shall not be lost
For want of eare; nor his desier, crost:
How is it then we often aske and have not:
We aske, and often misse, because we crave not
The things we should: his wisdome can foresee
Those blessings, better, that we want, than we.
Hast thou not heard a peevish Infant baule
To gaine possession of a knife? And shall
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If she be mov'd to please his childish minde?
Is it not greater wisdome, to deny
The sharp-edg'd knife, and to present his eye
With a fine harmlesse Puppit? We require
Things, oft, unfit; and our too fond desire
Fastens on goods, that are but glorious ills,
Whilst Heav'ns high wisdome contradicts our wils,
With more advantage, for we oft receive
Things that are farre more fit, for us, to have:
Experience tels; we seeke, and cannot finde:
We seeke, and often want, because we binde
The Giver to our times: He knows we want
Patience; and, therefore he suspends his grant,
T'encrease our faith, that so we may depend
Vpon his hand; he loves to heare us spend
Our childish mouthes: Things easily obtain'd,
Are lowly priz'd; but what our prayers have gain'd
By teares, and groanes, that cannot be exprest,
Are farre more deare, and sweeter, when possest.
Great God! whose power hath so oft prevail'd
Against the strength of Princes, and hast quail'd
Their prouder stomaks; with thy breath, discrown'd
Their heads, & thrown their Scepters to the groūd,
Striking their swelling hearts with cold despaire,
How art thou conquer'd and o'recome by Pray'r!
Infuse that Spirit, Great God, into my heart,
And I will have a blessing ere we part.
Against the strength of Princes, and hast quail'd
Their prouder stomaks; with thy breath, discrown'd
Their heads, & thrown their Scepters to the groūd,
Striking their swelling hearts with cold despaire,
How art thou conquer'd and o'recome by Pray'r!
Infuse that Spirit, Great God, into my heart,
And I will have a blessing ere we part.
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