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

He could not beare his crosse, his crosse must try
To beare the burthen of his Majesty,
A burthen which the Legendaries write
Made Christopher to stoope, maugre his might,
Which maz'd him, till 'twas whisper'd in his eare
He had borne him, that all the world did beare.

His Yoke is easie; yet on him they lay
A heavie crosse to carry; who dares say
That this was just? yet thus we men requite
Him, who professed that his burthen's light,
But this 'twas made it heavie, there came in
His Fathers wrath to boot, and the worlds sin.
Poore Simon then comming out of the field
Where haply he had plow'd, not us'd a Shield;
Receives the crosse for's armes; no Herauld can
Produce me such another Gentleman.
So he walkes on to Golgotha, where hee
Commends his Saviour to the fatall Tree
Where Death and Life were wond in mutuall strife,
It was his tree of death, our tree of life.

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