Francis Quarles: Hosanna or divine poems on the passion of Christ and Threnodes Edited by John Horden |
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Of the Innocents. |
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Of the Innocents.
Harke what is that I heare? O tis the soundOf Rachel! cause her children can'nt be found.
Herod that Fox: so is his title good
He slayes the tender Lambs, and sucks their blood.
Strange tempered hearts whose edges would not yeeld
Suppled with all the teares that day were spild;
Hearts of the Rock which like to Diamonds must
Be cut, or ne're be cut, with their owne dust.
There a child giving death a lovely looke
Smiles on his executioner; there another
Asleep is slaine; Sleep chang'd to death his brother.
Dennis who sweats to put on ranke and file
Heav'ns Spirits by nine orders; doth beguile
Himselfe and me; his memorie was too blame
This order of the Innocents not to name.
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