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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Buried in a new Tombe hewen out of a Rock.

When Emperours were crown'd, Tomb-makers brought
Severall stones, and what the Emperour thought
Best in his choise, that stone was laid aside
To be the Emperours Tomb-stone when he died.
This Emperour was crown'd but choose no stone,
Ioseph supplies that want, and chooseth one,
And such a one, as might be censur'd fit
For him that was to be inclos'd in it.

That wondrous stone, which Daniel saith was cut
Out of the Rock, that stone it selfe was put
Into a stone, which lately had forsaken
The rockie Quarrie, whence it had been taken.
That for his Epitaph it might be read,
Here in a stone, a stone lies buried.
'Twas a new Tombe, and was it not most fit
For that pure body which was put in it?
How like his Tombe and maiden Mother is,
Man never lay with her, nor man in this.
He that was taken from a Virgin Wombe
Where should he lye but in a Virgin Tombe.

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Buried in a new Tombe hewen out of a Rock.