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A10266
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Iob militant with meditations diuine and morall. By Fra. Quarles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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1624
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STC 20550; ESTC S115485
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the more my griefes oppresse me He hath dispoyld my ioyes and goes about My Branches being lopt to stroy the Root His Plagues like souldiers trench within my bones My friends my kindred fly me all at once My neighbours my familiars haue forgon me My houshold stares with strangers eyes vpon me I call my seruant but his lips are dumbe I humbly beg his helpe but hee 'l not come My owne wife loathes my breath though I did make My solemne suit for our dead childrens sake The poore whose wants I haue supply'd despise me And he that liu'd within my brest denyes me My bones are hide-bound there cannot be found One piece of skin vnlesse my gummes that 's sound Alas complaints are barren shaddowes to Expresse or cure the substance of my woe Haue pitty oh my friends haue pitty on me 'T is your Gods hand and mine that lyes vpon me Vexe me no more O let your anger be If I haue wrong'd you calm'd with what ye see O! that my speeches were ingrauen then In Marble Tablets with an yron Pen For sure I am that my Redeemer liues And though pale death consume my flesh and giues My Carkas to the wormes yet am I sure Clad with this selfe-same flesh but made more pure I shall behold His glory These sad eyes Shall see his Face how-e're my body lies Mouldred in dust These fleshly eyes that doe Behold these Sores shall see my Maker too Vnequall hearers of vnequall griefe Y' are all ingag'd to the selfe-same beliefe Know ther 's a Iudge whose Voyce will be as free To iudge your words as you haue iudged me Said Zophar then I purpos'd to refraine From speaking but thou mou'st me back againe For hauing heard thy haughty Spirit breake Such hasty termes my Spirit bids me speake Hath not the change of Ages and of Climes Taught vs as we shall our succeeding times How vain 's the tryumph and how short the blaze Wherein the wicked sweeten out their dayes Though for a while his Palmes of glorie flourish Yet in conclusion they grow seire and perish His life is like a Dreame that passes o're The eye that saw him ne're shall see him more The Sonne shall slatter whom the Syre opprest And poore he shall returne what he did wrest He shall be bayted with the Sinnes that haue So smil'd vpon his childhood to his Graue His Plenty purchac't by oppression shall Be Hony tasted but digested Gall It shall not blesse him with prolonged stay But euilly come it soone shall passe away The man whose griping hath the poore opprest Shall neither thriue in state nor yet find rest In soule nought of his fulnesse shall remaine His greedy Heyre shall long expect in vaine Soak't with extorted Plenty others shall Squeeze him and leaue him dispossest of all And when his Ioyes doe in their height abound Vengeance shall strike him groaning to the ground If Sword forbeare to wound him Arrowes shall Returning forth anoynted with his Gall No shade shall hide him and an vnblowne Fyer Shall burne both him and his Heauen like a Cryer Shall blaze his shame and Earth shall stand his Foe His wandring Children shall no dwelling know Behold the mans Estate whom God denies Behold thine owne pourtracted to thine Eyes Meditatio duodecima CAn mercy come from bloody Cain Or hath His angry Brow a smile Or can his Wrath Be quencht with ought but righteous Abels Blood Can guiltie Pris'ners hope for any Good From the seuerer Iudge whose dismall Breath Doomes them to die breathes nothing else but Death Ah righteous Iudge wherein hath Man to trust Man hath offended and thy Lawes are Iust Thou frownest like a Iudge but I had rather That thou would'st smile vpon me like a Father What if thy Esau be austere and rough Thou hast a Iacob that is smooth enough Thy Iacobs tender Kid brings forth a blessing While Esau's tedious Ven'zon is a dressing Thy face hath smiles as well as frownes by turnes Thy fier giueth light as well as burnes What if the Serpent stung old Adam dead Young Adam liues to breake that Serpents Head Iustice hath struck me with a bleeding wound But Mercy Powr's in Oyle to make it sound The milke-white Lambe confounds the roaring Lion Blasted by Sinah I am heal'd by Sion The Law finds guiltie and Death Iudgement giues But sure I am that my Redeemer liues How wretched was mans case in those darke dayes When Law was onely read which Law dismaies And taking vantage through the breach of it The Letter kils and can no way admit Release by Pardon for by Law we dye Why then hop'd man without a reason Why Although there was no Sunne their Morning eies Saw by the Twilight that the Sunne would rise The Law was like a mistie Looking-Glasse Wherein the shaddow of a Sauiour was Treates in a darker straine by Types and Signes And what should passe in after-dayes diuines The Gospell sayes That He is come and dead And thus the Riddle of the Law is read Gospell is Law the Myst'ry being seal'd And Law is Gospell being once reueal'd Experience tells vs when as Birth denies To man through Natures ouer-sight his eyes Nature whose curious workes are neuer vaine Supplies them in the power of his Braine So they whose eyes were barr'd that glorious sight Of the Messiah's day receiu'd more Light Inspyred by the Breath of Heauen then they That heard the tidings of that happy Day The man that with a sharpe contracted eye Looks in a cleare Perspectiue-Glasse doth spie Obiects remote which to the sense appeare Through helpe of the Perspectiue seeming neere So they that liu'd within the Lawes Dominion Did heare farre off a Bruit and buzz'd Opinion A Sauiour one day should be borne but hee That had a Perspectiue of Faith might see That long-expected Day of Ioy as cleere As if the Triumph had been then kept there Lord so direct me in thy perfect VVay That I may looke and smile vpon that Day O! bathe me in his Blood spunge euery Staine That I may boldly sue my Counter-paine O! make me Glorious in the Doome he giues For sure I am that my Redeemer liues THE ARGVMENT Earths happinesse is not Heauens brand Arash recounting of Iob's crimes Iob trusts him to th' Almighties hand God tyes his Iudgements not to Times Sect. 13. THen Iob replyde O let your patience proue You came not to afflict me but in Loue. O! beare with me heare me speak at leisure My speech once ended mock scoffe your pleasure Myst'ries I treat not Toyes If then I range A thought beyond my selfe it is not strange Behold my case and stand amaz'd forbeare me Be still and in your deeper silence heare me Search you the hearts of man my Friends or can You iudge the Inward by the Outward man How haps the Wicked then so sound in Health So ripe in Yeeres so prosperous in Wealth They multiplie their House is