Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Medita. 22.
How is our story chang'd? O, more then strangeEffects of so small time! O, sudden change;
Is this that holy Nazarite, for whom
Heaven shew'd a Miracle on the barren wombe?
Is this that holy Thing, against whose Birth
Angels must quit their thrones, and visit Earth?
Is this that blessed Infant, that began
To grow in favour so with God and man?
What, is this he, who (strengthn'd by heav'ns hand)
Was borne a Champion, to redeeme the Land?
Is this the man, whose courage did contest
With a fierce Lyon, grapling brest to brest;
And in a twinkling, tore him quite in sunder?
Is this that Conquerour, whose Arme did thunder
Vpon the men of Askalon, the power
Of whose bent fist, slew thirty in an hower?
Is this that daring Conquerour, whose hand
Thrasht the proud Philistines in their wasted land?
And was this He, that with the helpe of none,
Destroy'd a thousand with a silly Bone?
Or He, whose wrists, being bound together, did
Break Cords like flax, and double Ropes like thrid?
Is this the man whose hands unhing'd those Gates,
And bare them thence, with pillars, barrs & Grates?
And is he turn'd a Mill-horse now? and blinde?
Must this great Conquerour be forc'd to grinde
For bread and water? Must this Heroe spend
His latter times in drudgery? Must he end
His weary dayes in darknesse? Must his hyer,
Be knotted cords, and torturing whips of wyer?
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That miserie's wanting there, where God forsakes?
Had Samson not abus'd his borrow'd power,
Samson had still, remain'd a Conquerour:
The Philistins did act his part; No doubt,
His eyes offended, and they pluck'd them out:
Heaven will be just: He punishes a sin,
Oft in the member, that he findes it in:
Then faithlesse Zacharias did become
Too curious, his lips were strucken dumbe:
Samson whose lustfull view did overprize
Vnlawfull beautie's punisht in his eyes;
Those flaming eyes seduc'd his wanton minde
To act a sinne; Those eyes are stricken blinde;
The beauty he invaded, did invade him,
And that faire tong, that blest him so, betraid him:
That strength, intemperate lust imploy'd so ill,
Is now a driving the laborious Mill;
Those naked sides, so pleas'd with lusts desire,
Are now, as naked, lasht with whips of wire:
Lord, shouldst thou punish every part in me
That does offend, what member would be free?
Each member acts his part; They never lin
Vntill they joyne, and make a Body' of sin:
Make sinne my burthen; Let it never please me;
And thou hast promis'd, when I come, to ease me.
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