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A91574	Solomons recantation, entituled Ecclesiastes, paraphrased. With a soliloquie or meditation upon every chapter. / By Francis Quarles. Opus posthumum. Never before printed. With a short relation of his life and death.	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Quarles, Ursula, b. 1601.	1645 (1645)	Wing Q116; Thomason E284_13; ESTC R200060	37,689	73

not thy hand nor let thy tongue upbraid His sacred Person Hee 's by heav'n appointed To be thy Prince O touch not heav'ns Anointed What if he lend the fulnesse of his pow'r To those imperious Spirits that devour Subjects like bread and drinke the loyall blood Of men like water men not once allow'd To plead for life but silently subscribe To those that cannot judge without a Bribe What if his power pleases to commit His past'rall staffe to such as are more fit To kill and eat or recommend his flocks To such dumb dogs of whom nor wolfe nor fox Will stand in awe or show their feares by flight That have not tongues to bark nor teeth to bite Rebell not thou nor in a hostile way Accoast thy Prince Or suffer or obey What if the Common Favorite of the times Vers 6 The Courtly Fool grown great with count'nance climes Vp to a Lordship when the Man of merit Broke on the wheele of Fortune must inherit Nothing but scorne and want and a poore name Betraid to pity and to empty Fame Be thou thy self let not thine eye be evill To a wise heart both hills and dales are levell Vers 17 How happy is that land how blest the Nation Whose Prince directs by Power not by Passion Whose sacred wisdome knowes how great a price True vertue beares and how to punish Vice Whose royall Majesty and princely love Can both incorporate and joyntly move In a self glorious Orbe and from one Sphear Breathe such rare influence of love and fear Into the hearts of Men that all the land Shall cry a Solomon and sweetly stand Rapt with sweet Peace and sacred admiration How happy is that land how blest the Nation CAP. II. 1 Directions for Charitie 7 Death in life 9 and the day of judgement in the dayes of youth are to be thought on Vers 1 VPon the waters let thy bread be cast And thou shalt finde it when some dayes are past Vers 2 Give lib'rall Almes for it 's unknown to thee How full of wants thy after dayes shall be Vers 3 If clouds be full will they deny to powr Their fruitfull Blessings in a lib'rall show'r Or North or South or wheresoere the Tree Shall fall no question it shall fall to thee Vers 4 He that observes the wind shall never sow Who marks the clouds shall never reap nor mow Vers 5 Like as the Embryo's growth within their wombes Is strange to thee and how the soule becomes The bodies inmate ev'n so all the rest Of Heavn's high workes are strangers to thy brest Vers 6 Cast thou thy morning seed upon the land And at the evening hold not back thy hand For who is he can tell thee which of these Shall prosper best or bring the best encrease Vers 7 'T is true the light is sweet and every one Takes pleasure in the world-rejoycing Sunne Vers 8 But who lives many joyfull yeares if he But count how long his after shades shall be In earths darke bosome how can he refraine To think these short-liv'd flattering pleasures vaine Vers 9 Rejoyce ô young man in thy youthfull wayes Let thy heart cheer thee in thy youthfull dayes Delight thine eyes thy heart and take thy way But know that heavens accompt will finde a day Vers 10 Then banish fals-ey'd mirth Be dispossest Of those lewd fires that so inflame thy brest For childhood youth and all their joyes remain But for a season and they all are vain SOLILOQUIE II. SO now my soul thy wisdome-season'd brest May eat and drink and labour and digest Thy carefull morsels and with holy mirth Disperse the clouds of melancholy earth Now maist thou sit beneath thy clustred Vine And presse thy Grapes and drinke thy frolick wine In soft and plenteous Peace and leave to morrow To beare the burden of her selfe-borne sorrow Now maist thou walke secure from all those threats of peevish Fortune and the sly deceits Of flattering pleasure Plenty cannot drown Thine eyes in mirth nor misery cast thee down If the blew Rafters of the falling skies Should leave their spangled Mansion and surprise Thy feeble strength well may their ruines smite thee And grinde thy clod to dust but not affright thee What want'st thou then my soule that may augment The reall happinesse of a true content What vertue 's wanting now whose absence may Encourage boldfac'd vanity to betray Thy even-spunne dayes to sorrow or occasion Thy faire-contriv'd designes to tast vexation Wouldst thou have Honor thou enjoyst it Treasure Thou hast it wouldst thou gain the greater pleasure Of a true noble Spouse whose life may show Vertues rare quintessence Thou hast that too Wouldst thou have hopefull Sonnes to crowne thy Last With Peace and Honor Such rare Sonnes thou hast Thy Princes favour Or thy peoples love All this thou hast Wisdome in things above Thou hast it Knowledge in these Toyes beneath Thou hast it Skill in th' Arts or curious breath Of whispering State All this thou hast Where then Shall thy new wishes fix Rare Man of men I but my soule one good is wanting still To summe a full Perfection and to fill Thy Cruise with happinesse which if possest Thou hast a Diademe crownes all the rest Hadst thou the tongues of men and couldst thou break Thy lips in Oracles Or couldst thou speak The dialects of Angels when they sing Their sacred Canzons to their soveraigne King A tinkling Cymball or the hideous sounds Of discomposed discords or the Rounds Of frolick midnight madnesse would requite Thy wilde attention with as much delight And breathe as sweetly in the Almighties eare If heart-rejoycing Charity be not there Hadst thou what strength the Parnassean Muse Can blesse thy fancy with or heaven infuse Hadst thou a Faith to make the mountaines fly In the vast Orbe like Atomes in thine eye Lesse then those Atomes would thy Faith appeare If faith-confirming Charity be not there Shouldst thou to purchase heaven renounce thy Right Of all thy goods and turne an Anchorite Or should thy courage to deserve the name Of Martyr give thy body to the flame When that blood pleads heav'n will not lend an eare If heav'n-engaging Charity be not there Since then my soul both Faith and Works lie dead Vers 1 If Charity fail be wise and cast thy bread Upon the Waters As the Waters runne Deal thou thy dole untill thy dole be done Man is Gods Husbandry If then the Plough Of carefull want hath struck the furrow'd Brow Vers 6 And make it fit for seed Hold not thy hand He robs himself that faintly sows the Land Stay not for showres The soile if overflowne Will drown thy seed-corn and return thee none Let not some weeds discourage thee to sow The Plough will root them up or if they grow Too sturdy for the Coulters point to kill Fear not thy harvest A hard Winter will Cast not lank grain upon too lean a ground Fair Crops from off all Corn are

rarely found Sow closely what thou sow'st and least in sight The eyes of Doves will make thy harvest light But stay Thou mayst surcharge as well as sterve The soile But wise men know what seed will serve Thy work thus wisely done what then remains Give Heav'n the glory and expect the Gains CAP. XII 1 The Creatour rs to be remembred in due time 8 The Preachers care to edifie 13 The feare of God is the chief Antidote of vanity Vers 1 REmember thy Creator in thy prime Of present youth before the black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach before the day Thy dying pleasures find a dull decay Vers 2 Before the Sun and Moon and Stars appear Dark in thy Microcosmal Hemisphear Vers 3 Before the Clouds of sorrows multiply And hide the Crystall of thy gloomy sky Before the Keepers of thy crazy Tow'r I 'e palsie-stricken and thy men of pow'r Sink as they march and Grinders cease to grind Distastfull bread and windows are grown blind Vers 4 Then shall the Castles two-leafd gates be barr'd When as the Milstones language is not heard The horn-mouth Belman shal affright thy slumbers Thy untun'd ear shall loath harmonious numbers Vers 5 Each obvious mole-hill shall encrease thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs A fly shall load thy shoulders Thy desire And all thy bed-rid passions shall expire Pale death 's at hand and mourners come to meet Thy tear-bedabled fun'rals in the Street Vers 6 Then shall the sinews silver cord be los'd Thy brains gold bowle be broke The undispos'd And idle liver 's ruby fountain dri'd The blouds Meandring Cisterns unsuppli'd Vers 7 Then shall the dust her dust to dust deliver Whose spirit shall return to God the Giver Vers 8 Whereto th'Ecclesiastick thus replies All all is vain and vainest vanities Vers 9 Because his true repentant soul was wise He read this wisdome-lecture did advise And search the Fountain whence he did convay The fruitfull streams in a Proverbiall way Vers 10 He sought and found such words which had the might To entermingle profit with delight And what his spirit-prompted pen did write Was truth it self and most exact upright Verse 11 The wise mans words are like to Goads that doe Stir up the drowzy and spur up the slow And like to nailes to be made fast and driv'n By hands to th' hearts of mē sent down from heav'n Verse 12 Make use my Son of what this hand hath penn'd There is no end of Pamphlets to no end These tire the flesh and after age is spent They breathe some knowledge but no true content Verse 13 Mark then the ground where the main building Fear thou thy God Observe his just Commands Within the limits of this sacred Ground stands Mans duty lies true Happinesse is found Verse 14 No work shall passe untri'd No hand hath done What shall not plead at heav'ns Tribunall Throne All secrets good and bad attend his Eye His Eyes behold where day could never prye Deus his quoque finem SOLILOQUIE XII NOw launch my soul into this Sea of Tears Fear storms and Rocks yet smile upon thy fears Weigh Anchor Hoist thy weather-beaten Sailes The Tides run smooth The wind breaths prosp'rous Gales Tridented Neptune now hath struck a peace With full-mouth'd Aeolus and the wars surcease They sound a parley and begin to treat And Sea-green Triton sounds a shrill Retreat March new my soul through Hadadrimmons Vale Without a tear or if thou must bewaile Mourn for vain Earth and drop in alms one teare For him that finds no happinesse but there Now mayst thou trample on the Asp and tread on the young Lyon and th' old Dragons head Wisdome shall guide thee Love shall circumclose thee That fraud shall not beguile or force oppose thee Thy Prince shall honor thee thy Peers embrace thee No Crime shall shame thee and no tongue disgrace thee The rich shall rev'rence thee the poor shall blesse thee Wrath shall not over-rule nor pride oppresse thee Thy want shall not afflict nor wealth betray thee This shall not puffe thee up nor that dismay thee Pleasure shall not ensnare nor pains torment thee This shall not make thee sad nor that repent thee Blest shall thy Labours be and sweet thy Rest Blest shall thy Thoughts be and thy Actions blest Blest in thy peace and blest in thy promotion Blest in thy sports and blest in thy devotion Blest in thy losses blest in thy encreases Blest in thy health and blest in thy diseases Blest in thy Knowledge blest in thy Corrections Blest in thy Soul and blest in thy Affections O then my soul let thy Affections flow In streams of love to Him that lov'd thee so Let not his high-priz'd benefits depart From thy remembrance grave them in thy heart With Tools of Adamant that they may last To after times that when thy days be past Thy well-instructed children may emblaze Thy Makers goodnesse to the last of days Blesse thou the Lord my soul Let thy whole frame And all within thee magnifie that Name That blest thee so Blesse thou the Lord my soul Report his precious favour● and enroll His numerous mercies in thy gratefull brest Vers 1 Remember thy Creator O protest His praises to the world and let thy tongue Make him the subject of thy youthfull song Give him the firstlings of thy strength even than When fading Childehood seeks to ripen man Vpon thy downy cheeks when vigour trains The sparkling blood through thy Meandring veins Before thy flowing marrow shall foment Thy lust full fires before the false content Of frothy pleasures shall begin t' invite Thy fond Affections to a vain delight Then then my soul whilst thy supplies are fresh And strong wage war with thy rebellious ftesh Gird up thy loyns and march spare neither sweat Nor blood take courage strike subdue defeat Sing a triumphant song sing Io Paean Adorn thy brows with Palm and again sing Io Paean Take time while time shall serve 't is thine to day But secret danger still attends delay Doe while thou mayst To day has eagle wings And who can tell what change to morrow brings Advantage wasts and strength of body wears Life has no Lease and Youth no Tearm for years Vers 3 When creeping Age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breathe cold Winter on thy chill desires Vers 2 What fire shall burn thy offerings O what praise Can issue forth from cold decrepit dayes When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy lims With trembling Palsies when dry Age bedims The optick sunshine of thy bed-rid days What boots thy cold thy Paralytick praise When secret Vlcers shall attaint thy breath With fumes more noysome then the sinks of death What pleasure shall thy great Creator raise From thy breath-tainted and unsav'ry praise Come then my soul Rouze up thy dull desire And quicken thy faint coals of sacred fire That lie rak'd up in th'Embers of thy flesh Fetch