Francis Quarles: Hosanna or divine poems on the passion of Christ and Threnodes ::

Francis Quarles: Hosanna or divine poems on the passion of Christ and Threnodes

Edited by John Horden

Quarles, Francis (1592-1644)

HOSANNA,

VPON THE DAY OF OVR SAVIOVRS NATIVITY.

Borne of a Virgin.

Borne in Augustus time.

Borne in Winter.

Borne in the Night.

The Angels tell it to the Shepheards.

Of the Starres that appeared to the wise men.

Of the wise men.

Of the Innocents.

Of St. Stephen.

Of our Saviours Circumcision, or New-yeares day.

Vpon Our Saviours Passion.

They put a Crowne of Thornes upon his head.

They gave him Vineger and Gall, Mat. 27. And Wine mingled with Mvrrh, Mark 15.

They compell'd Simon of Syrene to beare his Crosse.

Crucified.

Crucified between two Theeves.

The Earth did quake.

The Sunne was in a totall Eclips, and not as naturally it should have been in the Sign with the Moon.

The Graves opened, and many of the Saints arose.

Buried in a Garden.

Buried in a new Tombe hewen out of a Rock.

The Mount of Olives.

Whit-Sunday: There was a noise from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind.

There appeared unto them Tongues.

Tongues of fire, and sate upon each of them.

Threnodes On the Lady Marsham, late wife to Sir William Marsham of High Laver in the County of Essex Bnt AND William Cheyne Esquire the late Husband to That Vertuous and Mournefull Lady Lucie, Youngest Daughter of Sir Thomas Barington Knight and Baronet.

THRENODES Consecrated To the pretious Memory OF The Lady Marsham.

Threnodes On William Cheyne Esquire.

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Of St. Stephen.

Some names are ominous, wherein wise fate
Writes in fare Characters mens future state;
Hippolitus who scorn'd incestuous sports
Was torne with horses, as his name imports.
Stephen was a Crowne, which shew'd in time to come
He should put on the Crown of Martyrdome.
A Crowne enchas'd with stones, nay such a one
Earth cannot boast, 'twas all of precious stone;
The storme of stones which at this Martyr flew
Recoild, inriched with an Orient hue.
The meanest flint which at this Saint was throwne,
Reflects a Rubie, or some richer stone.

The stones advanced to a heap, become
As first our Martyrs Crowne, so now his tombe.
Muse, make a Pagan wonder: thus set down,
Here lyes a man intombed in his crowne.

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Of St. Stephen.