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Gods love and mans unworthiness whereunto is annexed a discourse between the soul & Satan : with several divine ejaculations / written by John Quarles.
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Quarles, John, 1624-1665.
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Wing Q131; ESTC R11088
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friend But my Religion tutors me to say Nay and affirm You neither can nor may I 'm sure it is if Reason dare prove true One thing to speak another thing to do Your words are airy messengers which fly Into my ears and there enroul a lye Many untruths have broke the Common Goal Of thy foul mouth thou sayst thou canst prevail To make me glorious and thou canst encrease My Joys and crown me with eternal Peace Thou sayst th' art good and great that thy paths Lead to Salvation thou declarest thy Laws To be most just If all these things be â—â—ue I needs must call the Scriptures false or you Truth bids me tell thee boldly when thou cry'st Th' art great and good and rich and rare thou ly'st If thou art good and great pray tell me why Thou wilt behold so vile a wretch as I These things bespeak thee humble unto which Thou plead'st not guilty and if thou art rich How can it be that thou wilt condescend To feed my wants that am so poor a friend Strange is that charity which seems to shine From such a â—iabolick brest as thine If my belief could keep an equal pace With thy swift tongue how full of Faith Grace Should I appear Such Faith as would devast My wanton Soul and make me weep as fast It is impossible to find a Sion That has no Governor except a Lyon The Souls Petition to God Oh Heav'n I crave that thou wouldst keep me still From this most â—ile Progenitor of Ill Suffer him noâ— t' infold me in his arms â—r overcome me with his wanton charms Oh make my heart obdure that he may knock Upon my Soul as on a Marble Rock Be thou my Fort and then I shall endure His furious on-sets and repose secure Give me thy grace that I may be content Make me as strong as he is impudent Now let the spring-tyde of thy fierce desires Flow to the height thou shalt not quench my â—â—â—â— Know Satan know my heart reserves no place For thy abode I scorn thee to thy face The well-dy'd colours of my Soul declares Defiance to thee and my brest prepares To give thee battel strike I fear thee not Whose arm'd with Faith needs fear no Canon-shot What impious tongue is that which dares defie Sat. My power with so much boldness So. Wretch 't is I 'T is I infernal Traytor that will spend My strength to prove thou art a flatt'ring friend Sat. Move me to anger do and thou shalt find A courteous friend at last may prove unkind Have I not woo'd thee almost night and day To go to Heaven Sou. The quite contrary way Sat. Have I not labour'd like a watchful father To nourish thee Sou. Or like a Devil rather Sat. Have I not always taken great delight Sâ—ll To take away good gold and give me light Sat. How much nocturnal and diurnal care Have I sustain'd for thee Sou. True t' insnare Sat. Have I not been assiduous to a wait Upon thy pleasure Sou. And corrupt my state Sat. Have I not proffer'd all that can be given To a sick Soul Sou. To drive my Soul from Heaven Sat. Did I not promise to be true and just Sâ—ll Did I not say I 'd neither try nor trust Sat. Did I not promise that I 'd make thee wise Sou. Did I not say thou wert compos'd of lyes Sat. Did I not promise to encrease thy store Sou. Did I not say such wealth would make me poor Sat. Did I not promise to advance thy flame Sou. Did I not say thy honors were thy shame Sat. Did I not promise to uphold thy peace Sou. Did I not say such wars would never cease Sat. Did I not promise thee a Crown of life Sou. Did I not say that Crown would crown my strife Sat. Did I not promise thee eternal glory Sou. Did I not say that promise was a story Sat. Did I not promise I would give thee all Sou. Did I not say such promises were small Sat. Did I not tell thee I was great and good Sou. Did I not answer 't was in shedding blood Sat. Did I not tell thee that my ways were best Sou. Did I not answer that they were unblest Sat. Did I not tell thee that thou shouldst have joy Sou. Did I not answer such as would destroy Sat. Did I not tell thee that I did lament Sou. Did I not answer that I was content Sat. Did I not tell thee what a friend I 'd prove Sou. Did I not answer that I could not love Sat. Thus by fair terms â— labour'd to obtain Sou. Thus in â—oul terms â— told thee 't was in vain Sat. Then I begun to threaten thee with grief Sou. And then I fled to Heav'n and found relief Sat. I threatened to afflict thee with large pains Sou. I told thee such afflictions were my gains Sat. I told thee more then now I will express Sou. My answers made thee wish I had spoke less Sat. But now I see my real words can find No rest within the center of thy mind For 't is in vain to sow the seeds of life In a dead heart that is manur'd with strife I 'le therefore cease my importuning love I 'le shew my Serpent and keep close my Dove Do do thy worst vile wretch I 'le make thee know Griefs abstract and the quintessence of woe I 'le load thee with extremities thy brest Shall always crave but find no place of rest Had but my grave advice receiv'd a place Within thy heart thou hadst been fil'd with grace But now the inundations of thy trouble Shall overflow thee and I will redouble My new-contrived plagues I 'le make thee feel My melting heart is now transform'd to steel Thy tongue shall like a bolt of thunder roul And roar within thy mouth thy sulphurous Soul Shall flash forth lightening and thy blood-red eyes Shall blaze like Comets in the troubled Skies Thy teeth shall gnash as if they scorn'd to be Concomitants in so much miserie Oh how I 'le carbonado every part And sill thy body with increasing smart Thy Soul shall lure for death but that shall hate To pierce upon thee and contemn thy state Life shall be still incroaching but thy breath Shall scorn that life and hate it unto death Thy flesh shall drop forth brimstone and thy bones Shall court each other in their crackling tones Horror shall be thy watchman curses shall Possess thy tongue one torment still shall call Upon another when thy voyce shall cry But for a drop Confusion shall reply No no thou shalt not if a golden Myne â—ould buy a drop that drop should not be thine Then shalt thou say if thou hadst been at first Advis'd by me thou hadst not been accurst Thus in this sad Dilemma shalt thou roar And crave my succour but I 'le not deplore Thy woful state because thou wert averse To goodness after folly comes a curse Then shalt thou know and find
thou not acknowledg him that gave Large blessings to thee and desires to save Thy Soul from torments if thou wouldst incline Thy will to his whose thoughts are all divine Forget obduracy and learn the art Of loving him that loves an upright heart Go ruminate upon thy base estate And be unto thy self compassionate Yield to thy Maker with a cheerful brow First know what 't is to love and after how Love is the Laws Fulfiller he that will Love God aright must practise how to fill His Soul with true affection for the ways Of Heav'n are pav'd with Love Immortal praise Attend his Courts He that forgets to love Forgets his God They that desire to prove Heav'ns amatorious Guests must first admire How such a spark as Man came to aspire To such a flame and how he came to be Not only Earths but Heav'ns Epitomie Be serious then and let thy thoughts reflect Upon Heav'ns goodness and thy disrespect God out of Nothing except Love compil'd This spacious World as if some princely child Were to be born His providential care Was as it were ambitious to prepare The quintessence of pleasures to invite Some stately Guest to banquet with delight First he extracted from a darksom Cell A glorious Light whose beauty pleas'd him well Then he prepar'd a Canopie inlayd With glittring Pearl whose twinkling luster made A heav'nly shew and afterwards his hand Dasht back the waters from the naked Land Then he commanded that the Earth being come Out from the Oceans new delivered womb Should be adorn'd with an imbroidered Gown That so her new-warm'd bowels might abound With several fruits Thus having playd his part Upon this Theatre this life of art He usher'd in a thing which pleas'd him best He made the Feast and after made the Guest Call'd by the name of Man a naked small And dusty shiftless Creature this was all And all this nothing but a lump of death Until inspir'd by Heav'ns all quick'ning breath Vain simple wretch ah how couldst thou behave Thy self before a Judg so great so grave Hadst thou but seen thy self thou wouldst have Thy self to death and with a blush defy'd cry'd Thy base estate to think that thou shouldst be Natures most rude and base Anatomie Couldst thou expect that Heav'n would entertain A thing so poor so weak so vile so vain Which like a spark blown from a new-made fire Can only shew it self and then expire Was it for this the All-Creator made Such large Provisions Was 't for this he layd Such rich Foundations Was 't for this his Power Deckt this well-pleasing odoriferous Bower Was it for this this little world he form'd A world so great Was it for this he warm'd The Earths chill bosom Was 't for this he spent His six days labour Was 't for this intent He made a Paradise where Flora spread Her fragrant Off-spring and made Earth a bed Of rare compounded Pleasures where he plac'd This new-come Guest whose very looks disgrac'd The face of beauty to whose thriftless hand He gave that Government with this Command Of all the trees that here thou dost behold Thy lips being authoriz'd thou mayst be bold To taste with freedom only one which I Conjure thee from therefore restrain thine eye From lusting after it if not thy breath Shall glut it self in everlasting death Forget not my Commands but let thy brest Be always faithful and thou shalt be blest Thus the Recorder having spoke at large This well-deliv'red although ill-kept Charge He after said It is not good that Man should be alone Without a help I le therefore make him one Oh sacred Prudence Here we may discern A sweet Conjunction here our Souls may learn Wisdom and Love both which if not enjoy'd Pleasures prove vanities and Blessings voyd Heav'n whose unidle artful hand had set Man as a Jewel in his Cabinet Thought it unfit that those delights which he Had made by his most powerful Love should be Monopoliz'd by one he therefore laid Adam asleep and having done he made Out of a crooked rib strange kind of art A woman fair compleat in every part Nay and a helper too for in conclusion She helpt poor Adam to his own confusion Oh most detested deed Unconstant wife To prove a Traytor to thy husbands life As soon as made Fond wretch could nothing suit With thy nice pallate but forbidden fruit Ah could thy longing lie no longer hid What didst thou long because thou wert forbid Was there no tree that could content thine eye But only that which was forbidden Fie Oh shame to think thou shouldst so quickly waste Thine hours of pleasure for a minutes taste Couldst thou not like or fall in love with any But that Heav'n had but one thou hadst many Wherewith to please thine appetite and yet Wouldst thou prove so ambitious as to sit Upon the highest twigg Ah could th' advice Of Satan tempt thee to this avarice With so much ease and make thee rashly do So foul a deed and tempt thy Adam too Preposterous wretch how hast thou spread a cloud Over thy head What didst thou think to shrowd Thy self from vengeance Having eat thy death Couldst thou expect to live Oh no thy breath Offended Heav'n but ah hadst thou but thought Before thy heart had entertain'd a fault So great as this what 't was to dye thy mind Had made thee more abstemious and confin'd Thy base inordinate desires thy meat Had prov'd delightful and thy comforts great But now unhappy now thy crimes have made Thy Soul Deaths debtor and thou art betray'd By thine own self therefore prepare to meet Thy wrathful Judg 't is said stoln goods are sweet But thine provd sour the fruits wch thou hast stole Sugar'd thy mouth but wormwoodiz'd thy Soul VVhen thou hadst eaten Ah! why didst thou â—oâ— Tremble to dâ—ath to think thou hadst forgot Thy Gods Commands that his Judgments must Follow thy Soul and blow thee into dust Thus â—ivâ— thus Adam having vilipended Their Gods Commands their happines soon ended Their joys were turn'd to mourning their light VVas turn'd to darkness and their day to night Both being too much conscious fled with speed To hide themselves from God but not the deed Even as some poor distressed wretch desires To hide himself from the enraged fires Of his incensed Foe runs up and down To shun the rage of a condemning frown At last observing his enquiring Foe Approach the place lies still and dares not blow For fear the wordless Eccho of his breath Should soon betray him to a sudden death Being at last discry'd his throbbing heart Gives an Alarum to each trembling part Fear like an Earthquake then begins to shake His loos'ned joynts he knows not how to make A ready answer to his foes demands But as a sad convicted man he stands Subjected to his will that can dispence With nothing but with death to calm th' offence Even so guilt-loaded Adam having done A