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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56853	Fons lachrymarum, or, A fountain of tears from whence doth flow Englands complaint, Jeremiah's lamentations paraphras'd, with divine meditations, and an elegy upon that son of valor Sir Charles Lucas / written by John Quarles.	Quarles, John, 1624-1665.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.	1649 (1649)	Wing Q128; ESTC R235077	54,591	166

Star-chamber where our God controuls We have rebelliously transgrest and thou Thou hast not pard'ned with a cheerful brow Thine anger hath o'reshadowed us thou hast Slain without pity we thy anger taste Th' ast vail'd thy self with clouds which will not let Our prayers pass thorough to discharge our debt And as th' off-scouring thou O Lord hast made us Amongst those factious people that betray'd us Our greedy enemies have op'ned wide Their mouths against us and our pains deride Fear like a snare incloses us about And desolation will not keep without Mine eyes run down like hasty floods of water For the destruction of my peoples Daughter Mine eyes are full and tears do stream upon My cheeks without an intermission Till Heav'n look'd down on my enriver'd face And view'd my weeping from his holy place Mine eyes affect my pining heart with pity Because of all the Daughters of my City And causless like a frighted bird that flies I still am chased by my enemies They have destroy'd me in the dungeon nay They cast a stone upon me where I lay Th' imperious waves mounted above my head And then I cry'd Alas alas I 'm dead I call'd upon thy Name O Lord my voyce Out of the dungeon made a dreadful noise Th' ast heard my cries Oh let thy ears not lie Hid from the breathing of my doleful cry And in that day when I on thee did call Thou cam'st and bid me never fear at all And when my Soul O Lord was fil'd with strife Thou didst both plead my cause and save my life And thou hast plainly seen my wrong'd estate Judg thou my cause be thou my Advocate For thou hast seen their vengeance thou dost see Their deep imaginations against me Thou their reproach hast heard and apprehended What against me their busie thoughts intended Thou know'st the very lips of them that rose Against me and the malice of my foes Behold their sitting and their rising I Am all their musick and their melody Render to them a recompence O God And let them feel thy handy-work thy rod O give them grief of heart O let them burst With dregs of sorrow let them be accurst And let thy angry persecuting hand Destroy confound and sweep them from the Land Meditatio in Capitulum COme come my Soul do not obnubilate Thy self with smoky pleasures nor create More vain delights to please thy toyish minde Be serious now let pleasures be confin'd Th' Almighty's angry and his angry Breath Expresses nothing but resolved Death His wrath is kindled and his furious hand Threatens a ruine to a sinful Land His bow is bent behold he stands prepar'd T is he 't is he that will not be out-dar'd And should his roving messenger impart A secret sorrow to a private heart What then Can all the balsams may be found ●ecure so great so terrible a wound No no O then let thy discerning eye ●e truly watchful for discovery ●ft-times prevents a mischief he 's a stranger ●o Heav'ns high Court that thinks t' outbrave a danger ●ehold my soul thou art inviron'd round ●ith troops of adversaries hark they sound Their vilifying trumpets hark they mock And make thy sorrows but their laughing stock Dost thou not hear them how they shout and cry As though they 'd cleave th' unseparable sky O be not deaf rouze up thy self advance Thy backward thoughts sleep not in ignorance Provoke not Heav'n too much O do not still Vrge more and more his most unwilling will Observe but how unpleasantly his arm Draws up his bow as one that 's loath to harm Methinks I hear him say O can ye tell Why will ye dye ye house of Israel Methinks I hear his never-ending breath Breathe a disdain against a sinners death Methinks I hear his grieved spirit say Ye that are weary come O come away And lay your burthens on my back and I Will bear them all I 'l bear them willingly Why will ye dye why will ye shut your eyes And thus run head-long after vanities Open your Adder ears come and rejoyce With me and mine let my harmonious voyce Invite you Ah what pleasures can accrue From shadows to such substances as you Cast off the works of darkness let true light Expel those mists O come when I invite What do ye mean O tell me tell me why Ye love to tumble in impurity Ah now my Soul let admiration prove That Heav'n's compos'd of nothing but of Love O Love beyond expression My deserts Rather then Mercy claim a thousand darts Call home thy wandring thoughts and let them all Like servants be obedient to thy Call Examine them the very best will show Thy best deserts are but an overthrow Review thy actions see if they can yeeld One grain of comfort see if they can shield Thy threatned state The more men strive to smother Their sins the more one sin begets another Then fly dull soul to Heav'ns high Court there Melt melt into an everlasting tear Attone thy God let not thy tongue deny The truth to him when he shall ask thee why Why hast thou done this wickedness Confess 'T is thou hast sinn'd 't is he that must depress That head-increasing Hydra Then shalt thou ●ehold with what a voluntary brow He 'l entertain thee and those joys impart To thee which wait upon a contrite heart He will have pity though he sends a grief In multitudes of mercy lies relief The God of Love did never take delight ●o mantle sinners with the clouds of night ●e's an indulgent Father and his care ● infinite as all his mercies are Compose thy numerous thoughts my Soul and run O tell that Father thou wilt be his Son CHAP. IV. Contents 1 Sion bewaileth her pitiful estate 13 She confesseth her sins 21 Edom is threatned 22 Sion is comforted HOw is the gold grown dim how is the fine The purest changed that was wont to shine The stones that pav'd the Sanct'ary are thrown Into the streets for beasts to trample on The sons of Sion which I could compare To finest gold behold see now they are Esteem'd as earthen pitchers which the hands Of the industrious Potter still commands The ill-shap'd monsters which the Ocean owns As proper guests nourish their little ones But ah my Daughters are grown pitiless Like Ostriches within the wilderness The wordless tongues of thirsty children cleave To their unliquid mouths they never leave Their integrating cries Poor hearts in vain They cry for food but can no food obtain And they that fed upon delicious sweets Are desolate in the unquiet streets They that were brought up in a scarlet dress Embrace a dunghil as their happiness For ah my peoples Daughter suffers more For her great sins then Sodom did before Her beautified Nazarites could show A purer white then milk whiter then snow Their bodies then the rubies were more red With shining Saphire were they polished But now their changed visages excel The coal in

Physician And if God once deny his Patient bliss Whose must the fault be when the fault 's not his Alas alas 't is but in vain for any To strive to cure one grief that had so many As sad Jerusalem had her plagues were more Then all the world could reckon up before She had a Monop'ly she need not borrow She was the Hierogliphick of all sorrow Yet if in time she 'd made repentant moan Heav'n could have cur'd them all as well as one There is no Sin let it be great or small But Heav'n can find a balsam for them all My Soul thou art my Monarch therefore I May boldly look into thy Monarchy First praise thou Heav'n then learn to be content With what he sends thee let thy government Be still Monarchical and fenc'd about With fervent prayers to keep Sedition out Let watch and ward be kept lest Traytor Sin Betray thee Let not Faction come within Thy lists And still be careful to surprize Rebellious thoughts as soon as they arise For if they once appear within thy borders They 'l breed confusion and confus'd disorders Learn to be wisely politick and be Ready to let Religion counsel thee Let Reason be thy guide and let thy Laws Be truly executed Let thy Cause Be just and real then my Soul be sure To let thy fundamental Laws endure Till he that sits on the refulgent Throne Shall take thee hence and keep thee for his own CHAP. II. Contents 1 Jeremiah lamenteth the misery of Jerusalem 20 He complaineth thereof to God BEhold Heav'ns Metropolitan hath spread His gloomy clouds of anger on the head Of sad Jerusalem He hath destroy'd Those bounteous treasures Israel enjoy'd And from his mem'ry hath his footstool thrown When he with floods of anger was o'reflown And Jacobs habitations he unfram'd And wrathfully consum'd them Thus inflam'd The strongest Castles Judahs Daughter had He tumbled down and made her people sad And he to shew what his grand power could do Defil'd the Kingdom and the Princes too His two-edg'd passion hath cut off the horn And Chief of Israel made him a scorn To his deriding Foes and also stayd Yea and withdrawn his right hand from his ayd His fury like an all consuming flame Burn'd against Jacob and devour'd his name His wrestless arm hath bent his yeelding bow He stood resolved like a dauntless foe And in the Tabernacle he hath flew The eyes delight like fire his anger flew He threw down Israels strongest scituations And fill'd Jerusalem with lamentations And like a fruitless garden hath layd voyd Th' infected Tabernacle and destroy'd Th' Assemblies structures and an angry wind Hath blown their Feasts and Sabbaths from his mind Both Kings Priests in anger he forgot And look'd on them as if he saw them not His holy places and his Altar he Abhor'd and gave unto the Enemie Her fairest Palaces their ill-tun'd voyces As on a feast-day fill'd the Church with noises His hand stretch'd forth a line when he intended To ruine Sion that so much offended He hath resolv'd destruction therefore all The rampart languish'd with the gliding wall He hath destroy'd and batter'd down her grates The gaping Earth imbowel'd all her Gates Her King and Princes dwell with Gentiles and Her Laws are banish'd from her lawless Land Her Prophets gaze about the frowning skies Do represent no vision to their eyes Her mournful Elders on the ground repose And silently consent unto their woes They cloth'd themselves with sackcloth and they crown'd Their heads with dust they borrowed from the ground No joys were pleasing to the eys of them That were the Virgins of Jerusalem My bowels yern my tear-distilling eyes Are sore with gazing on the miseries Of frail Jerusalem Alas the feet Of her dear sucklings stagger in the street And like the wounded in the City send Their sighs for food unto their dearest friend And whilst they slumbred on their mothers brest They pour'd their Souls into eternal rest What shall I witness for thee O thou Gem Thou pining Daughter of Jerusalem To what shall I compare thee What can be O Sions Daughter equal unto thee Let all the world recure thee if they can For Ah thy breach is like the Ocean Alas thy purblind Prophets all have been Hoodwink'd with folly vain things have seen But ne'er discover'd thine iniquity Which was the cause of thy captivity Their mis-informed senses were content To see false Reasons for thy Banishment All that past by and saw thee thus decaying Clapt their rude hands yea hist at thee thus saying Is this the City that the wordlings call Beauties perfection This the joy of all Thy foes revile thee and as they pass by They gnash their teeth against thee thus they cry This is the day we look'd for now we know She is destroy'd we see her overthrow That which the King of Heav'n devised now He hath enacted and fulfil'd his vow He hath thrown down without remorse O see Thy adversaries triumph over thee This hath th' Almighty done for them at length He made thē strong yea advanc'd their strength They mov'd the Lord with their uncessant cries O wall of Sions daughter let thine eyes Run down like rivers give thy self no sleep Forget to smile and practise how to weep Arise and in the silent night bemoan Thy grief O cry unto th' Almighty One In the beginning of the watch implore Thy growing sorrows make a flood before Th' Eternals face O crave that he would please To sent thy young faint hungry children ease Consider Lord to whom thou 'st done this great lie This unrepented ill Shall women eat Their span-long children Shall thy slain Priests Tomb'd with thy Prophet in thy Sanct'ary The young and old have shar'd in equal harms They lie and tumble in each others arms Upon the flinty streets my Virgins fall With my young men the sword disliv'd them all Thus in thine anger hast thou struck them dead Thus hast thou kill'd and never pitied As in a solemn day my terrors round About thou 'st called so that none was found In the Lords day of anger to remain Those that I swadled and brought up in vain I brought them up the enemy infum'd Envy'd this off-spring and their days consum'd Meditatio in Capitulum SEe see my Soul what Heav'n hath done O see What 't is t' offend a pow'rful Majestie Go go and quickly tell the sons of men What 't is to rouze a Lion from his Den Bid them keep peace and quietness in Sion Bid them turn Lambs or Heav'n will turn a Lion Bid them take notice she that was the stem Of honour now is poor Jerusalem Alas alas experience made her know Griefs abstract and the quintescence of wo And ah my Soul who knows the course of sorrow There 't is to day it may be here to morrow Then have a care let thy well tutor'd grief Know rather how to purchase a relief Then plagues and torments