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Diuine fancies digested into epigrammes, meditations, and observations / by Fra. Quarles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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Compleat Without Degrees Eternall without space Of time At all times Present without Place Think thus And wheÌ„ thy thoughts can sore no higher Stay there Stand humbly silent and admire 97. On Faith HE that wants Faith and apprehends a Griefe Because he wants it hath a true Beliefe And he that grieves because his griefe 's so small H 'as a true Griefe and the best Faith of all 98. On Mans Folly IDeots and Sense-bound Lunaticks discerne 'Twixt Salt and Suger very Babes will learne To know a Counter from the currant Coyne Bruit Beasts by ' Instinct of Nature will decline Th'alluring Bait and sense-beguiling Snare Though that seeme ne'r so sweet this ne'r so faire Yet Man heav'ns greatest Master-piece will chuse What Fooles and Mad-men Beasts and Babes refuse Delights in dangerous Pleasures and beneath The name of Ioyes pleases himselfe to death 99. On Glory THat Saint in Heav'n whose Glory is the least Has ev'n as perfect Glory as the best There 's no Degrees but in a finite Treasure No difference 'twixt Pauls glory mine but measure 100. On Reward WHen holy Scriptures mention the Rewarding Of works we read not For but stil According The end of the third Booke DIVINE FANCIES The fourth Booke 1. A Good Morrow T Is day Vnfold thine Armes Arise and rouze Thy leaden Spirits and pay thy Mcrning Vowes Send up thy Incense Let her early smoke Renew that League thy very dreames have broke Then mayst thou worke or play Nothing shall be Displeasing to thy God that pleases thee 2. A Good-night CLose now thine eyes and rest secure Thy Soule is safe enough thy Body sure He that loves thee he that keepes And guards thee never slumbers never sleepes The smiling Conscience in a sleeping brest Has onely peace has onely rest The musicke and the mirth of Kings Are all but very Discords when she sings Then close thine Eyes and rest secure No Sleepe so sweet as thine no rest so sure 3. On a Printing-House THe world 's a Printing-house our words our thoughts Our deeds are Characters of sev'rall sizes Each Soule is a Compos'ter of whose saults The Levits are Correctors Heav'n revises Death is the common Press from whence being driveÌ„ W' are gathered Sheet by Sheet bound for Heaven 4. A Dialogue betweene GABRIEL and MARY GABRIEL HAile blessed Mary MA What celestial tongue Cals sinfull Mary blessed GAB It is I MA. Who art thou GA. I am Gabriel that belong To the high Quire of Heaven MA. I faint I dye GA. Feare not sweet Virgin all the Earth shall be Son Made debters to thy Womb and blest in Thee MA. How Lord GA Thy Virgin womb shal beare a That shal redeem the world MA. My Lord how can Such wonders come to passe such things be done By a poore Virgin never knowne by Man GA. The holy Ghost at his appointed howre Shall make thee pregnant by his sacred powre MA. Wonder of wonders GA. At whose height the Quire Of heav'n stand ravisht tremble admire MA. O may it be according to thy Word GA. Before that twice five Moons compleated be Thou shalt be knowne the Mother of our Lord And thou shalt dance thy Saviour on thy knee MA. Both heav'n earth shall triumph the frame Of hell shall tremble at Maria's name GA. All Ages past and present and to come Shall joy in Mary and in Marye's wombe 5 On RHEMVS IF Heav'n would please to purge thy Soule as well As Rome thy purse thou needst not feare a Hell 6. On the life of Man MAns day 's a Song compos'd by th'great Musition Full of harmonious Ayres and dainty choyce But spoyld with Discords and too much Division Abus'd and lost for want of skill and voyce We misse our Rests and we neglect our Graces Our life the Trebble and our death the Base is 7. On MARY FOure Marye's are eterniz'd for their worth Our Saviour found out three our Charls the fourth 8. On the Church LEt not thy blacknesse moove thee to despaire Black Women are belov'd of men that 's faire What if thy hayre her flaxen brightnes lack Thy face is comely though thy Brow be black 9. On the two Essences GOds sacred Essence represents the bright And glorious body of the greater light 'T is perfect hath a Being of her owne Giving to all receiving light from none Mans Essence represents the borrowed light And feeble luster of the Lampe of night Her Rayes are faint and her Reflection thin Distain'd with nat'rall blemishes within Inconstant various having of her owne No light at all or light as good as none When too much earth shall interpose and slipps Betwixt these Lights our soules are in th' Eclips 10. On our Saviours Passion THe earth did tremble and heav'ns closed eye Was loth to see the Lord of Glory dye The Skyes were clad in mourning the Spheares Forgat their harmony The Clouds dropt teares Th' ambitious Dead arose to give him roome And ev'ry Grave did gape to be his Tombe Th' affrighted heav'ns sent down elegious Thunder The Worlds Foundation loos'd to lose their Founder Th' impatient Temple rent her Vaile in two To teach our hearts what our sad hearts should do Shall senslesse things doe this and shall not I Melt one poore drop to see my Saviour dye Drill forth my Teares and trickle one by one Till you have pâ—irc'd this heart of mine this Stone 11. On PETER VVHat luck had Peter For he tooke a Fish That stor'd his purse as well as fill'd his dish Whose bounty did inrich as well as feed him But they are better Fishers that succeed him He catcht by chance These catch the like by skill He catcht but once These catch them when they will They cast their Angles into better Seas Their bayts are only for such Fish as these Brave sport and full of curious pleasure Come There is no Fishing to the Sea of Rome 12. On HERODIAS I 'Le tell thee Light-skirts whosoever taught Thy feet to dance thy dancing had a Fault Thou 'lt find it deare Herodias if thou do'st Compare thy pen'worth with the price it cost 13. On Faith and Hope HOw much the stronger Hopes on life relye So much the weaker is my Faith to dye 14. On Water and Wine THe happy diff'rence and sweet change of life When a chast Virgin turnes a loyall Wife Our blessed Lord in Cana did divine And turnd cold Water into lusty Wine 15. On Age. HOw fresh blood dotes O how green Youth delires It most disdaines the thing it most desires 16. On a Figg-tree A Christian's like a Figg-tree that does beare Fruit greene or ripe or blossomes all the yeare No wonder then our Saviour curst that Tree Figg-trees are alwayes dead where no Figgs be 17. On RHEMVS RHemus upon a time I heard thee tell A Wall divideth Purgatory ' and Hell And that a gold-bought Masse will cleare th' offence That brought us thither and redeeme us thence Ah
last If thou wilt give me Davids heart I le voyce Great God with David and make Davids choyce But stay deare Lord my tongue 's too bold too free To speake of choyce that merits all the Three 28. On Mans unequall division LOrd 't is a common course w' are apt and free To take the Best and share the worst to Thee We Fleet the Mornings for our owne Designe Perchance the Flotten Afternoones are thine Thou giv'st us Silke we offer Cammills hayre Thy Blessings march i th' Front our thanks i th' Reare 29. On Beggers NO wonder that such swarmes of Beggers lurke In every street 'T is a worse trade to worke Then begge Yet some if they can make but shift To live will thinke it scorne to thrive by gift 'T is a brave mind but yet no wise foreâ—cast It is but Pride and Pride will stoope at last We all are Beggers should be so at least Alas we cannot worke The very best Our hands can doe will not maintaine to live VVe can but hold them up whilst others give No shame for helples Man to pray in aid Great Sol'mon scornd not to be free o' th' Trade He begg'd an Almes and blusht not For the Boone He got was trâ—ble fairer then his Crowne No wonder that he thriv'd by begging so He was both Begger and a Chuser too O who would trust to Worke that may obtaine The Suit he beggs without or sweat or paine O what a priviledge Great God have we That have the Honour but to begge on thee Thou dost not â—right us with the tort'ring Whips Of Bedels nor dost answere our faint lips With churlish language Lord thou dost not praise The stricter Statute of last Henries dayes Thou dost not dampe us with the empty voyce Of Nothing for yee If our clam'rous noyse Should chance t' importune turn'st thy gracious eye Vpon our wants and mak'st a quick supply Thou dost not brand us with th'opprobrious name Of idle vagabonds Thou know'st w' are lame And canâ—ot worke Thou dost not Pharo-like Deny us Straw and yet requier Brick Thou canst not heare us grone beneath our Taske But freely giv'st what we have Faith to aske The most for which my large desire shall plead To serve the present's but a Loafe of Bread Or but a Token ev'n as Beggers use That of thy love will fill my slender Cruse Lord during life I le begge no greater Boone If at my Death thou 'lt give me but a Crowne 30. On the two Children MY Flesh and Spirit Lord are like those payre Of Infants whose sad Mothers did repayre To Iustice T'one is quick the other dead The two promiscuous Parents that doe plead For the live Childe is Thee and Sathan Lord Both claime alike Iustice cals forth the Sword And seeing both with equall teares complaine Proffers to cleave the Children both in twaine And make them equall sharers in the same That both doe challenge and what both disclaime Sathan applaudes tho motion and replyde Nor thine nor mine but let them both divide And give alike to both But thou deare Lord Dislik'st the Iustice of th'unequall Sword Rather then share it dead thou leav'st to strive And wilt not own't at all if not alive The Sword 's put up straight condemnes the other To be the false calls Thee the nat'rall Mother Lord of my Soule It is but Sathans wilde To cheate thy bosome of thy living Childe Hee 'd have the Question by the Sword decided Knowing the Soule 's but dead if once divided My better part is thine and thine alone Take thou the Flesh and let him gnaw the Bone 31. On two Mysteries A Perfect Virgin to bring forth a Son One three entyre and Three entirely One Wonder of Wonders How might all this come We must be deafe when th' holy Spirit 's dumb Spare to enquire it Thou shalt never know Till Heav'n dissolve and the last Trump shall blow 32. A forme of Prayer IF thou wouldst learne not knowing how to pray Adde but a Faith and say as Beggers say Master I 'm poore and blinde in great distresse Hungry and â—ame and cold and comfortlesse O succour him that 's graveld on the Shelf Of payne and want and cannot help himself Cast downe thine eye upon a wretch and take Some pitty on me for sweet Iesus sake But hold Take heed this Clause be not put in I never begg'd before nor will agin Note this withall That Beggers move their plaints At all times Ore tenus not by Saints 33. On Solomon and the Queene of Sheba IT spreds The sweet perfume of Salomons Fame Affects the Coasts And his illustrious name Cannot be hid The unbeliev'd report Must flye with Eagles wings to th'honourd Court Of princely Sheba Sheba must not rest Vntill her eye become th'invited Guest Of Fames loud Trumpet her impatience strives With light-foot Time while her Ambition drives Her Chariot wheeles and gives an ayry passage To'th'quick deliv'ry of her hearts Embassage True wisdome planted in the hearts of Kings Needs no more glory then the glory'it brings And like the Sun is viewd by her owne light B'ing by her owne reflection made more bright The emulous Queen 's arriv'd Shee 's gon toth ' Court No eye-delighting Masque no Princely Sport To entertaine her No her â—ye her eare Is taken up and scornes to see to heare Inferiour things Sh'allowes her eare her eye No lesse then Oracles and Maiestie How empty pastimes doe resolve and flye To their true nothing when true wisdome's by Th'arrived Queene has Audience moves disputes Wise Solomon attends replyes confutes Sh' objects he answers She afresh propounds She proves maintaines it he decides confounds She smiles she wonders being overdaz'd With his bright beams stands silent stands amaz'd How Scripture-like Apoâ—rypha's appeare To common Bookes how poore when Scripture's neare The Queene is pleas'd who never yet did know The blast of Fame lesse prodigall then now For now the greatest part of what she knew By Fame is found the least of what is true We often finde that Fame in prime of youth Does adde to Falshood and subtract from Truth The thankfull Queene do's with a lib'rall hand Present him with the Riches of her Land Where Wisdome goes before we often finde That temp'rall Blessings seldome stay behinde Lord grant me wisdome and I shall possesse Enough have more or have content with lesse 33. On REHOBOAM COuld dying Parents at their peacefull death Make but a firme Assurance or bequeath Their living Vertues Could they recommend Their wisdome to their heyrs Could hearts descend Vpon the bosome of succeeding Sons As well as Scepters doe as well as Thâ—â—nes Sure Rehobeams Reigne had found increase Of Love and Honour and had dyed in peace Kingdomes are transitory Scepters goe FroÌ„ hand to hand and Crownes from brow to brow But Wisâ—dome marches on another guize Theyâ—â— two things to be Worldly great and wise It was the selfe same Scepter that came downe From Solomon