Great ones would not let us feed thy flock Vnles we plaâ—'d the fooles and wore a Frock We were forbid unles wee 'd yeeld to signe And crosse their browes they say a mark of thine To say the truth great Iudge they were not fed Lord here they be but Lord they be all dead Ah cruel Shepheards Could your conscience serve Not to be fooles and yet to let them sterve What if your Fiery spirits had bin bound To Antick Habits or your heads bin crownd With Peacocks Plumes had ye bin forc'd to feed Your Saviours dear-bought Flock in a fools weed He that was scorn'd revil'd endur'd the Curse Of a base death in your behalfs nay worse Swallow'd the cup of wrath charg'd up to th' brim Durst ye not stoope to play the fooles for him 34. Doe this and live DOe this and live T is true Great God then who Can hope for life for who hath power to Doe Art thou not able Is thy Taske too great Canst thou desier help Canst thou intreat Aid from a stronger Arm Canst thou conceive Thy Helper strong enough Canst thou beleeve The suffrings of thy dying Lord can give Thy drooping shoulders rest Doe this and live 35. On Ioseph and his Mistresse WHen as th' Egyptian Lady did invite Wel-favor'd Ioseph to unchast delight How well the motion and the place agreed A beastly Place and t was a beastly Deed A place well season'd for so foule a sin Toâ— sweet to serve so foule a Master in 36. On Scriptum est SOme words excell in vertue and discover A rare conclusion thrice repeated over Our Saviour thrice was tempted thrice represt Th'assaulting tempter with thrice SCRIPTVM EST. If thou would'st keepe thy soule secure from harme Thoâ— know'st the words It is a potent Charme 37. On the flourishing of the Gospell HOw doe our Pastures florish and refresh Our uberous Kine so faire so full of flesh How doe our thriving Cattell feed our young With plenteous Milk with their flesh the strong Heav'n blest our Charles and he did our late Iames From Pharohs troubles and from Pharohs Dreames 38. On Ioseph's Speech to his Brethren GOe â—etch your Brother said th' Egyptian Lord If you intend our Garniers shall afford Your craving wants their so desir'd supplies If He come not by Pharoes life y' are Spies Ev'n as your Suits expect to find our Grace Bring him or dare not to behold my face Some little food to serve you on the way We here allow but not to feed delay When you present your Brother to our Hand Ye shall have plenty and possesse the Land Away and let your quicke obedience give The earnest of your Faiths Do this and live If not your wilfull wants must want supply For ye are Spies and ye shall surely dye Great God th' Egyptian Lord resembles Thee The Brother 's Iesus and the Suitors Wee 39. Of common Devotion OVr God and Souldiers we alike adore Ev'n at the Brink of danger not before After deliverance both alike requited Our God 's forgotten and our Souldier's slighted 40. On the Day of Iudgement O When shal that time come wheÌ„ the loud Trump Shall wake my sleeping Ashes from the Dump Of their sad Vrne That blessed Day wherein My glorifi'd my metamorphiz'd Skin Shall circumplexe and terminate that fresh And new refined substance of this flesh When my transparent Flesh dischargd froÌ„ groanâ—s And paynes shall hang upon new polisht Bones When as my Body shall re-entertaine Her cleansed Soule and never part againe VVhen as my Soule shall by a new Indenture Possesse her new-built house come down and enter VVhen as my Body and my Soule shall plight Inviolable faith and never fight Nor wrangle more â—or alcercat agin About that strife-begetting question Sin VVhen Soule and Body shall receive their Doome Of O yee Blessed of my Father Come VVhen Death shall be exil'd and damn'd to dwell VVithin her proper and true Center Hell VVhere that old Tempter shall be bound in Chaynes And over-whelm'd with everlasting paynes VVhilst I shall sit and in full Glory sing Perpetuall Anthems to my Iudge my King 41. On Death VVHy should we not as well desier Death As Sleep No diffrence but a little Breath 'T is all but Rest 't is all but a Releasing Our tyred lims VVhy then not alike pleasing Being burthen'd with the sorrowes of the Day VVe wish for night which being come we lay Our Bodies downe yet when our very Breath Is yrkesome to us w' are affraid of Death Our Sleepe is oft accompanied with â—rights Distracting Dreames and dangers of the nights VVhen in the Sheets of Death our Bodie 's sure From all such Evils and we sleepe secure VVhat matter Doune or Earth what boots it whether Alas Our Bodye's sensible of neither Things that are senslesse feele nor paynes nor ease Tell me and why not Wormes as well as Fleas In Sleepe we know not whether our clos'd eyes Shall ever wake from Death w' are sure to rise I but 't is long first O is that our feares Dare we trust God for Nights and not for Yeares 42. On the Body of Man MAns Body 's like a House His greater Bones Are the maine Timber And the lesser Ones Are smaller Splints His Ribs are Laths daubd o'er Plaister'd with flesh and bloud his Mouth 's the Doore His Throat 's the narrow Entry And his Heart Is the Great Chamber full of curious Art His Midreife is a large partition Wall 'Twixt the Great Chamber and the spacious Hall His Stomacke is the Kitchin where the Meate Is often but halfe sod for want of Heate His Spleen 's a Vessell Nature does allot To take the skimme that rises from the Pot His Lungs are like the Bellowes that respire In ev'ry office quickning ev'ry Fire His Nose the Chimney is whereby are vented Such Fumes as with the Bellowes are augmented His Bowels are the Sinke whose part 's to drâ—ine All noysome filth and keepe the Kitchin cleane His Eyes like Christall Windowes cleare and bright Lets in the Obâ—ect and le ts out the sight And as the Timber is or great or small Or strong or weake 't is apt to stand or fall Yet is the likelyest Building sometimes knowne To fall by obvious Chances overthrowne Oft-times by Tempests by the full mouth'd Blasts Of Heav'n Sometimes by Fire Somtimes it wasts Through unadvis'd neglect Put case the Stuffe Were ruin-proofe by nature strong enough To conquer Time and Age Put case it should Ne'er know an end Alas Our Leases would What hast thou then proud flesh and bloud to boast Thy Dayes are ev'll at best but few at most But sad at merryest and but weake at strongest Vnsure at surest and but short at longest 43. On the young man in the Gospell HOw well our Saviour and the landed Youth Agreed a little while And to say truth Had he had will and power in his hand To keepe the Law but as he kept his Land No doubt
DIVINE FANCIES Digested into EPIGRAMMES MEDITATIONS AND OBSERVATIONS BY FRA QVARLES LONDON Printed by M. F. for IOHN MARRIOT and are to be sold at his Shop in St. Dunstans Churchyard in Fleetstreet 1633. TO THE ROYALL BVDDE OF MAIESTIE and Center of all our Hopes and Happinesse CHARLES Prince of Great BRITAINE France and Ireland SONNE and HEYRE Apparant to the High and Mighty CHARLES by the Grace of GOD King of Great BRITAINE FRANCE and IRELAND c. Illustrious Infant GIve mee leave to acknowledge my selfe thy Servant ere thou knowst thy Selfe my Prince My Zeale burnes mee and my desires are impatient My breeding Muse longs for greene fruit and cannot stay thy ripenesse Sweet Babe The loyalty of my Service makes bold to consecrate these early Leaves to thy sacred Infancie not knowing how to glorifie themselues more then by the Patronage of such Princely Innocencie Modell of Sweetnesse Let thy busie Fingers entertaine this slender Present and let thy harmelesse Smiles crowne it When thy Infancie hath crackt the Shell let thy Childhood tast the Kernell In the meane while let thy little hands and Eyes peruse it Lugge it in thy tender Armes and lay thy burthen at thy Royall Parents feet for whose sake it may gaine some honor from their glorious Eyes Heaven blesse thy Youth with Grace and crowne thy Age with Glorie Angells conduct thee from the Cradle to the Crowne Let the English Rose and the French Lilly florish in thy louely Cheeke And let their united Colours presage an euerlasting League Let the eminent Qualities of both thy renowned Grand-fathers meet in thy Princely Heart that thou mayst in Peace be honourable and in Warre victorious And let the great addition of thy Royall Parents Vertues make thee vp a most incomparable Prince the firme Pillar of our happines and the future Object of the Worlds wonder Expected and prayd for by Your Highnesses most Loyall and humble servant FRA QVARLES TO THE RIGHT HONOVrable and truely vertuous Lady MARY Countesse of Dorset Governesse to that Royall Infant CHARLES Prince of Great BRITAINE France and Ireland the Mirror of unstained HONOVR Most excellent LADY YOV are that Starre which stands over the place where the Babe lyes By whose directions light I am come from the East to present my Myrrh and Frankincense to the yong Child Let not our Royall JOSEPH nor his Princely MARY be affrayd there are no Herods here We have all seene his Starre in the East and have rejoyced Our loyall hearts are full for our eyes have seene him in whom our Posterity shall bee blessed To him most honorable Lady I addresse my thoughts To Him I presume to consecrate these Lines which since it hath pleased our gracious Soveraigne to appoint you the Governesse of his Royall Infancy I have made bold to present first to your noble hands not daring in my very thoughts to disjoyne whom his Sacred Majestie in so great Wisedome hath put together or to consider severally where his Highnesse hath made so in violable a Relation Madam May your Honors increase with your howers and let eternall Glory crowne your Uâ—rtues that when this Age shall sleepe in Dust our Children yet unborne may honour your glorious Memory under the happinesse of his Government whose Governesse you are which shall be daily the Subject of his Prayers who is The sworne-Servant of your Ladiships Perfections FRA QVARLES To the Readers REaders I wil not like One that knowes the strength of his owne Muse commit Rape upon your Vnderstandings nor rayle at your Ignorances if our Wits jumpe not I have written at my owne peril understand you at your owne pleasures I have nor so little Man in me as to want my faults nor so much Foole in me as to thinke it nor so little Modesty as to sweare it nor so much Childe in me as to whine at Zoilus My request is That the faultles hand may cast the first stone So although I cannot avoyd the common Lot of man Error I may escape the punishment of the Common Man Censure I heere present thee with a Hive of Bees laden some with Waxe and some with Honey Feare not to approach There are no Waspes there are no Hornets here if some wanton Bee should chance to buzze about thine eares stand thy Ground and hold thy hands There 's none wil sting thee if thou strike not first If any doe she hath Honey in her Bagge will cure thee too In playner tearmes I present thee with a Booke of Fancies Among which as I have none to boast of so I hope I shall have none to blush at All cannot affect all If some please all or all some 't is more then I expect I had once thought to haue melted the Title and cast it into severall Bookes and have lodg'd Observations Meditations and Epigrams by themselves but new thoughts have taken place I have required no helpe of Herauld either to place or to proclaime them Cards well shuffled are most fit for Gamesters And oftentimes the pastime of Discovery adds pleasure to the Enioyment The Generous Faulkner had rather retrive his Partridge in the open Feilds then meet her in his coverd Dish Only this when you read a Meditation let me entreate thee to forget an Epigramme Fare-well AD LECTORES VTRIVSque GENERIS Candide si mala sint nostra inter carmina parce Et bona si quae sint Zoile parco tibi To GOD. GLorious and Great whose power did divide The Waves and made them Walls on either side That didst appeare in Cloven-tongues of Fyre Divide my thoughts and with thy selfe inspire My soule O cleave my Tongue and make it scatter Various Expressions in a various Matter That like the painefull Bee I may derive From sundry Flow'rs to store my slender Hive Yet may my Thoughts not so divided be But they may mixe againe and fixe in Thee DIVINE FANCIES Digested into EPIGRAMMES MEDITATIONS AND OBSERVATIONS 1. On the Musique of Organs OBserve this Organ Marke but how it goes 'T is not the hand of him alone that blowes The unseene Bellowes nor the Hand that playes Upon th'apparent note-dividing Kayes That makes these wel-composed Ayres appeare â—â—fore the high Tribunall of thine earâ— They both concurre Each acts his severall part Th' one gives it Breath the other lends it Art Man is this Organ To whose every action Heav'n gives a Breath a Breath without coaction Without which Blast we cannot act at all Without which Breath the Vniverse must fall To the first Nothing it was made of seeing In Him we live we move we have our Being Thus fill'd with his Diviner breath and back't With his first power we touch the Kayes and act He blowes the Bellowes As we thrive in skill Our Actions prove like Musicke Good or Ill. 2 On the contingencie of Actions I Saw him dead I saw his Body fall Before Deaths Dart whoÌ„ tears must not recall Yet is he not so dead but that his Day Might
strength and double power To draw those sinfull Shafts that shoot at heaven Thou knewst our easie Nature would be driven By ev'ry Breath and that our thoughts would fall From bad to worse from worse to worst of all Thou knowst that growing Time wold more unlevell Our rugged Wills and tookst the best of evill Lord take it and betimes that being possest Of that thou mayst prescribe for all the rest 81. On PARTIO THou sayst thy will is good and glory'st in it And yet forgetst thy Maker ev'ry minit Say Partio was there ever Will allow'd When the Testators mem'ry was not good 82. On an evill Conscience WHat hells of Horror an evill Conscience brings What strange Chimera's what prodigious things A pregnant womb of wonders Ev'ry minit We Sin but least when most we sin agin it 83. To MVNDANO NEre thinke Mundaeno that one Roome will hold Thy God and all thy gold If ere they chance to meete within a heart They 'l either fight or part So long as Earth seemes glorious in thine eyes Thy thoughts can never rise Beleeve 't Mundano by how much more neare Thou getst to Heav'n the lesse will earth appeare 84. To my Friend VVOuld'st thou be prosp'rous tho the beÌ„ded brow Of Fortune threaten thee He teach thee how Call home thy dearest wishes and recall Thy hopes Expect the worst that can befall If come thy heart will be the more secure The lesse amaz'd and abler to endure If it come not Expectance is no losse Perchance it armes thee for another Crosse Thus wisely sheltred under this reliefe Thy Ioy shall be the lesse and lesse thy Griefe 85. To Malfido CHeare up Malfido Lay thy thoughts more level Make sure of Grace and ne'r suspect thy Food He that is Good can give a thing that 's evill No more then thou being evill canst wish a good He better knowes to give then thou to begge Thou whin'st for Stones and grumblest at an Egge O let his better will suspend thy wish And thou shalt find no Scorpion if no Fish 86. On CRVCIO THou stil complainst that sorrowes do attend thee And that their savours do so much annoy thee Mistake not they are weapons to defend thee They be not Engins Crucio to destroy thee Wilt thou mislike thy Cropps of swelling Corne Because th' are trencht fenc'd about with thorn 87. To RHEMVS T Is true we are but dust but wormes nay men That are more base then either And what then Shall wormes or dust or men be well advis'd To goe in person where we have despis'd Before a God a glorious God I doe Who bids thee Come will bid thee Welcome too Rhemus when call'd in person you appeare By Proxy tell me where 's your manners there 'T is better to be wisely bold then make Thy selfe unmannerly for manners sake Some ill-bred Clownes there be that being loath To foule a Napkin draw a filthy Cloath 88. To MACIO DRoope not beneath thy wants as if forlorne Thou must be made a Iewell to be worne In Abrams bosome Macio he that comes To Abrams bosome finds his way by Crumms 89. On Reproofe T Is not enough to strive agin the Act Or not to doe 't we must reprove the Fact In others too The Sin being once made knowne To us if not reprov'd becomes our owne We must disswade the Vice we scorne to follow We must spit out as well as never swallow 90. On CVRIO TWo Eares to let in Knowledge Nature gave To entertaine true Faith one heart we have Why so I le tell thee Curio in briefe Our knowledge twice exceeds our halfe beleefe 91. On ZELVSTVS ZElustus thinks his paines are worth his labour If he love God though he traduce his Neighbour His hot-mouth'd Zeale false-gallops on so fast In the Table't tyers in the last Art thou a faithfull Steward of Gods store Zelustus that spendst Sixe and keepst but Foure 92. On Philautos PHilauto's Charity is like a Mouse That keepes at home and never leaves the house Till it be fir'd It stirres for no mans cause Vnlesse to feed on Crumms of vaine Applause Take heed Philautos lest thou heed too late The Mouse in time will eate up thy Estate 93. On Dubius DVbius Thy eares are two Thy tongue but one Heare God and Priest Confesse to God alone 94. To Sir Julius Cesar Master of the Rolâ—es THe high Perfections wherwith heav'n do's please To crowne our transitory dayes are these Goods well possest and not possessing thee A faithfull Friend equall in love degree Lands fruitfull and not conscious of a Curse A boastlesse hand a Charitable purse A smiling Conscience A contented Mind A sober knowledge with true Wisedome jâ—ynd A Brest well temper'd Dyet without Art Surfeit or want A wisely-simple Heart Pastimes ingenious lawfull manly sparing A Spirit not contentious rash but daring A Body healthfull found and fit for labour A House well order'd and an equall Neighbour A prudent wife and constant to the roofe Sober but yet not sad and faire enough Sleepe seasonable moderate and secure Actions heroicke constant blamelesse pure A life as long as faire and when expir'd A glorious Death unfeard as undesir'd 95. On LVCRO LVcro how poor thy Tyrant-wealth has made thee How miserable poore It has betrayd thee To thy owne seeming selfe And it is growne As little thine or lesse then thou thy owne Alas poore Lucro how thy fruitfull pawnes Abuse thy Stomacke that so often yawnes For a good Morsell whilst thy Saint does rome Like a Dâ—coy t' entice evill Angels home Whose more imperious presence must controule And fright the peace of thy perplexed Soule Lucro be slave no longer to thy pelse Sub due thy Gold and make thy selfe thy selfe But if thy Saint be growne too strong for thee He tell thee Lucro Turne thy Saint to me 96. On MENDAX FAire-spoken Mendax on the least occasion Sweares by his Faith and by his owne Salvation Is rashâ—brayne Mendax well advised then To pawne his Faith in God for Faith with Men Sure small 's thy Wit or Credit to be drawne For Wares so poore to leave so great a Pawne 97. On BLANDVS VVHen ere I wish my Blandus a Good morâ—ow He is my Servant If I come to borrow Or but salute my Blandus passing by I am your Servant Blandus does reply If court my Blandus I must understand He is my Servant and does kisse my hand Discourse with Blandus ev'ry Clause shall be I am your Servant If he drinke to me My Servant does it I returne his Love My Servant pledges If my lips doe move A Suit he is my Servant Though I doe Abuse my Blandus hee 's my Servant too How blest am I his service should be such To me He never told his God so much How much dear Blandus hast thou bound me thine That art his Servant not so much as mine 98. On Rebellio THe stout Rebellio scourged by his God Slights his Correction and