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A10262
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Hadassa: or The history of Queene Ester with meditations thereupon, diuine and morall. By Fra. Quarles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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plants the tree deserues the fruit 't is fit That he that bought the purchase hansell it Hang Haman there It is his proper good So let the Horseleach burst himselfe with blood They straight obey'd Lo here the end of Pride Now rests the King appeas'd and satisfi'de Meditatio decimaquarta CHeere vp and caroll forth your siluer ditty Heau'ns winged Quiristers and fill your Citty The new Ierusalem with iolly mirth The Church hath peace in heauen hath peace on earth Spread forth your golden pinions and cleaue The flitting skies dismount and quite bereaue Our stupid senses with your heauenly mirth For lo there 's peace in heauen there 's peace on earth Let Haleluiah fill your warbling tongues And let the ayre compos'd of Saintly songs Breathe such Celestiall Sonnets in our eares That whosoe'r this heauenly musicke heares May stand amaz'd and rauish't at the mirth Chaunt forth There 's peace in heauen there 's peace on earth Let Mountaines clap their ioyfull ioyfull hands And let the lesser Hills trace o'r the lands In equall measure and resounding Woods Bow downe your heads and kisse your neighb'ring floods Let peace and loue exalt your key of mirth For loe there 's peace in heauen there 's peace on earth You holy temples of the highest King Triumph with ioy Your sacred Anthemes sing Chaunt forth your Hymnes and heauenly Roundelayes And touch your Organs on their deeper keyes For Haman's dead that daunted all your mirth And now there 's peace in heau'n there 's peace on earth Proud Haman's dead who liuing thee opprest Seeking to cut and seare thy Lilly brest The rau'ning Fox that did annoyance bring Vnto thy Vineyard 's taken in a Spring ¶ Seem'd not thy Spouse vnkind to heare thee weepe And not redresse thee Seem'd he not asleepe No Sion no he heard thy bitter pray'r But let thee weepe for weeping makes thee faire The morning Sunne reflects and shines most bright When Pilgrims grope in darknesse all the night The Church must conquer e'r she gets the prize But there 's no conquest where 's no enemies The Day is thine In triumph make thy mirth For now there 's peace in heauen there 's peace on earth What man 's so dull or in his braines vndone To say because he sees not There 's no Sunne Weake is the faith vpon a sudden griefe That sayes because not now There 's no reliefe God's* bound to helpe but loues to see men sue Though datelesse yet the bond 's not present due ¶ Like to the sorrowes of our Child-bed wines Is the sad pilgrimage of humane liues But when by throes God sends a ioyfull birth Then find we Peace in heauen and Peace on earth Meditatio decimaquinta TO breathe 's a necessary gift of nature Whereby she may discerne a liuing Creature From plants or stones 'T is but a meere degree From Vegitation and this hath she Like equally shar'd out to brutish beasts With man who lesse obserues her due behests Sometimes than they and oft by accident Doe lesse improue the gift in the euent But man whose organs are more fairly drest To entertaine a farre more noble Ghest Hath through the excellence of his Creation A Soule Diuine Diuine by inspiration Diuine through likenesse to that pow'r Diuine That made and plac'd her in her mortall shrine From hence we challenge lifes prerogatiue Beasts onely breathe 'T is man alone doth liue The end of mans Creation was Society Mutuall Communion and friendly Piety The man that liues vnto himselfe alone Subsists and breathes but liues not Neuer one Deseru'd the moity of himselfe for he That 's borne may challenge but one part of three Triparted thus his Country claimes the best The next his Parents and Himselfe the least He husbands best his life that freely giues It for the publike good He rightly liues That nobly dies 't is greatest mastery Not to be fond to liue nor feare to dye On iust occasion He that in case despises Life earnes it best but he that ouer-prizes His dearest blood when Honour bids him dye Steales but a life and liues by Robbery ¶ O sweet Redeemer of the world whose death Deseru'd a world of liues Had Thy deare breath Been deare to Thee Oh had'st Thou but deny'd Thy precious Blood the world for e'r had dy'd O spoyle my life when I desire to saue it By keeping it from Thee that freely gaue it THE ARGVMENT Letters are sent by Mordecai That all the Iewes vpon the day Appointed for their death withstand The fury of their foe-mens hand Sect. 16. FOrthwith the Scribes were summon'd to appeare To eu'ry Prouince and to eu'ry Shiere Letters they wrote as Mordecai directed To all the Iewes the Iewes so much deiected To all Lieu-tenants Captaines of the Band To all the States and Princes of the Land According to the phrase and diuers fashion Of Dialect and speech of eu'ry Nation All which was stiled in the name of King And canonized with his Royall Ring Loe here the tenor of the Kings Commission Whereas of late through Hamans foule sedition Decrees were sent and spred throughout the Land To spoyle the Iewes and with impartiall hand Vpon a day prefixt to kill and slay We likewise grant vpon that very day Full power to the Iewes to make defence And quit their liues and for a Recompence To take the spoyles of those they shall suppresse Shewing like mercy to the mercilesse On posts as swift as Time was this Decree Commanded forth As fast as Day they flee Spurr'd on and hast'ned with the Kings Command Which straight was noys'd publisht through y e Land As warning to the Iewes to make prouision To entertaine so great an opposition So Mordecai disburthen'd of his griefe Which now found hopefull tokens of reliefe Departs the presence of the King addrest In Royall Robes and on his lofty Crest He bore a Crowne of gold his body spred With Lawne and Purple deeply coloured Fill'd are the Iewes with triumphs and with noyse The common Heralds to proclaime true ioyes Like as a prisner muffl'd at the tree Whose life 's remou'd from death scarce one degree His last pray'r said and hearts confession made His eyes possessing deaths eternall shade At last vnlook'd for comes a slow Reprieue And makes him euen as dead once more aliue Amaz'd he rends deaths Muffler from his eyes And ouer-ioy'd knowes not he liues or dyes So ioy'd the Iewes whose liues this new Decree Had quit from death and danger and set free Their gasping soules and like a blazing light Disperst the darknesse of th'approching night So ioy'd the Iewes and with their solemne Feasts They chas'd dull sorrow from their pensiue brests Meane while the people startl'd at the newes Some grieu'd some enui'd some for feare turn'd Iewes Meditatio decimasexta AMong the Noble Greekes it was no shame To lose a Sword It but deseru'd the name Of Warres disastrous fortune but to yeeld
his rip'ned griefe In bloody tearmes they thus appli'd reliefe Erect a Gibbet fifty Cubits hie Then vrge the King what will the King denie When Haman sues that slauish Mordecai Be hang'd thereon his blood will soone allay The heate of thine His cursed death shall fame The highnesse of thy power and his shame So when thy suit shall finde a faire euent Goe banquet with the King and liue content The Counsell pleas'd The Gibbet fairely stands Soone done as said Reuenge findes nimble hands Meditatio duodecima SOme Eu'ls I must approue All Goods I dare not Some are and seeme not good some seeme and are not In chusing Goods my heart shall make the choyce My flattring eye shall haue no casting voyce No outward sence may chuse an inward blisse For seeming Happinesse least happy is The eye the chiefest Cink-port of the Hart Keepes open doores and playes the Panders part To painted pleasures luring the Affections And maskes foule faces vnder false complections It hath no pow'r to iudge nor can it see Things as they are but as they seeme to be There 's but one happinesse one perfect blisse But how obtaind or where or what it is The world of nature ne'r could apprehend Grounding their labours on no other end Then supposition dinersly affecting Some one thing some another still proiecting Prodigious fancies till their learned Schooles Lent so much knowledge as to make them fooles One builds his blisse vpon the blaze of Glory Can perfect happinesse be transitory In strength another summes Felicity What horse is not more happy farre than he Some pile their happinesse on heapes of wealth Which sicke they 'd loath if gold could purchase health Be done to him the King shall most affect In Robes Imperiall be his body drest And brauely mounted on that very Beast The King bestrides then be the Crowne of State Plac'd on his lofty browes let Princes waite Vpon his Stirrop and in triumph leade This Impe of Honour in Assuerus stead And to expresse the glory of his name Like Heralds let the Princes thus proclaime This peerlesse honour and these Princely rites Be done to him in whom the King delights Said then the King O sudden change of fate Within the Portall of our Palace Gate There sits a Iew whose name is Mordecai Be he the man Let no peruerse delay Protract But what thy lauish tongue hath said Doe thou to him So Haman sore dismaid His tongue ty'd to his Roofe made no reply But neither daring answere nor deny Perforce obeyd and so his Page became Whose life he sought to haue bereau'd with shame The Rites obserued Mordecai return'd Vnto the Gate Haman went home and mourn'd His visage muffled in a mournfull vale And told his wife this melancholy Tale Whereat amaz'd and startl'd at the newes Despairing thus she spake If from the Iewes This Mordecai deriue his happy line His be the Palme of victory not thine The highest heau'ns haue still conspir'd to blesse That faithfull seed and with afaire successe Haue crown'd their iust designes If Mordecai Descend from thence thy hopes shall soone decay And melt like waxe before the mid-day Sunne So said her broken speech not fully done Haman was hasted to Queene Esters Feast To mirth and ioy an indisposed Ghest Meditatio decimatertia THere 's nothing vnder heauen more glorifies The name of Kings or in a subiects eyes Winnes more obseruance or true loyalty Than sacred Iustice shared equally No greater glory can belong to Might Than to defend the feeble in their right To helpe the helplesse and their wrongs redresse To curbe the haughty-hearted and suppresse The proud requiting eu'ry speciall Deed With punishment or honourable meed Herein Kings aptly may deserue the name Of Gods inshrined in an earthly frame Nor can they any way approach more nye The full perfection of a Deity Then by true Iustice imitating heauen In nothing more than in the poyzing euen Their righteous ballance Iustice is not blind As Poets faine but with a sight refin'd Her Lyncian eyes are cleer'd and shine as bright As doe their errours that deny her sight The soule of Iustice resteth in her eye Her Contemplation is to descry Thy hand maid hath found fauour let my Lord Grant me my life my life so much abhorr'd To doe him seruice and my peoples life Which now lye open to a Tyrants knife Our liues are sold 't is I 't is guiltlesse I Thy loyall Spouse thy Queene and hers must dye The spotlesse blood of me thy faithfull Bride Must sivage the swelling of a Tyrants pride Had we been sold for drudges to attend The busie Spindle or for slaues to spend Our weary howers to deserue our bread So as the gaine stood but my Lord in stead I had been silent and ne'r spent my breath But neither he that seekes it nor my Death Can to himselfe the least aduantage bring Except Reuenge nor to my Lord the King Like to a Lion rouzed from his rest Rag'd then the King and thus his rage exprest Who is the man that dares attempt this thing Where is the Traitor What Am I a King May not our subiects serue but must our Queene Be made the subiect of a villaines spleene Is not Queene Ester bosom'd in our heart What Traitor then dares be so bold part Our heart and vs Who dares attempt this thing Can Ester then be slaine and not the King Repli'd the Queene The man that hath done this That cursed Haman wicked Haman is Like as a Felon shakes before the Bench Whose troubled silence proues the Euidence So Haman trembled when Queene Ester spake Nor answere nor excuse his Guilt could make The King no longer able to digest So foule a Trechery forsooke the Feast Walk'd in the Garden where consuming rage Boyl'd in his heart with fire vnapt t' asswage So Haman pleading guilty to the fault Besought his life of her whose life he sought When as the King had walk'd a little space So rage and choller often shift their place In he return'd where Haman fallen flat Was on the bed whereon Queene Ester sate Whereat the King new cause of rage debates Apt to suppose the worst of whom he hates New passion adds new fuell to his fire And faines a cause to make it blaze the higher Is 't not enough for him to seeke her death Said he but with a Lechers tainted breath Will he inforce my Queene before my face And make his Brothell in our Royall Place So said they vailed Hamans face as he Vnfit were to be seene or yet to see Said then an * Eunuch sadly standing by In Hamans Garden fifty Cubits high There stands a Gibbet built but yesterday Made for thy loyall seruant Mordecai Whose faithfull lips thy life from danger freed And merit leads him to a fairer meed Said then the King It seemeth iust and good To shead his blood that thirsted after blood Who