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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56828	Judgement & mercy for afflicted soules, or, Meditations, soliloquies, and prayers by Fra. Quarles.; Boanerges and Barnabas	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1646 (1646)	Wing Q101; ESTC R20980	53,966	136

salve for many desperate sores BUt hark my soule there 's something rounds mine eare and calls my language to a recantation The Lord hath spoken it Liers shall have their part in the lake which burneth with ●ire and brimstone Revel. 2 1. 8. Exod. 20. Thou shalt not raise a false report Levit. 19. 11. ●e shall not deale falsly neither lie one to another Prov. 12. 22. Lying lips are abomination to the Lord but they that deale truly are his delight Prov. 19. 5. He that speaketh lies shall not escape Ephes. 4. 25. Put away lying and every one speake truth with his neighbour for we are members one of another Revel. There shall in no wise enter into the new Ierusalem any thing that worketh abomination or that maketh a lie St. August Whosoever thinkes there 's any kind of lie that is not a sinne shamefully deceives himselfe mistaking a lying or c●usening knave for a square or honest man Gregor. Eschew and avoid all falshood though sometime certaine kind of untruths are lesse sinfull as to tell a lie to save a mans life yet because the Scripture saith The lyer slayeth his owne soule and God will destroy them that tell a lie therefore religious and honest men should alwayes avoyd even the best sort of lies neither ought another mans life be secured by our falshood or lying lest we destroy our own soule in labouring to secure another mans life VVHat a child O my soule hath thy false bosome harbord And what reward can thy indulgence expect from such a father What blessing canst thou hope from heaven that pleadest for the sonne of the devill and crucifyest the Sonne of God God is the Father of truth To secure thy estate thou denyest the truth by framing of a lie To save thy brothers life thou opposest the truth in justifying a lie Now tell me O my soul art thou worthy the name of a Christian that denyest and opposest the nature of Christ Art thou worthy of Christ that preferrest thy estate or thy brothers life before him O my unrighteous soul canst thou hold thy brother worthy of death for giving thee the lie and thy selfe guiltlesse that makest a lie I but in some cases truth destroyes thy life a lie preserves it My soule was God thy Creator then make not the devill thy preserver Wilt thou despaire to trust him with thy life that gave it and make him thy Protector that seeks to destroy it Reforme thee and repent thee O my soule hold not thy life on such conditions but trust thee to the hands that made thee His Prayer O God that art the God of truth whose word is truth that hatest lying lips and abominatest the deceitfull tongue that banishest thy presence all such as love or make a lie and lovest truth and requirest uprightnesse in the inward parts I the most wretched of the sonnes of men and most unworthy to bee called thy sonne make bold to cast my sinfull eyes to heaven Lord I have sinned against heaven and against truth and have turned thy grace into a lie I have renounced the wayes of righteousnesse and have harbour'd much iniquitie within me which hath turned thy wrath against me I have transgrest against the checks of my owne conscience and have vaunted of my transgression which way soever I turne mine eye I see no object but ●hame and confusion Lord when I look upon my self I find nothing there but fuell for thy wrath and matter for thine indignation and my condemnation And when I cast mine eyes to heaven I there behold an angry God and a severe revenger But Lord at thy right hand I see a Saviour and a sweet redeemer I see thy wounded sonne cloathd in my flesh and bearing mine infirmities and interceding for my numerous transgressions for which my soule doth magnifie thee O God and my spirit rejoyceth in him my Saviour Lord when thou lookest upon the vast score of my offences turne thine eyes upon the infinite merits of his satisfaction O when thy justice calls to minde my sinnes let not thy mercy forget his sufferings Wash mee O wash mee in his blood and thou shalt see me cloathed in his righteousnesse Let him that is all in all to mee be all in all for me make him to me sanctification justification redemption Inspire my heart with the spirit of thy truth and preserve me from the deceitfulnesse of double tongue Give mee an inward confidence to relie upon thy fatherly providence that neither feare may deterre mee nor any advantage may turne me from the wayes of thy truth Let not the specious goodnesse of the end encourage mee to the unlawfulnesse of the meanes but let thy Word bee the warrant to all my actions Guide my footsteps that I may walke uprightly and quicken my conscience that it may reprove my faylings Cause me to feele the burthen of this my habituall sinne that comming to thee by a true and serious repentance my sinnes may obtaine a full and a gratious forgivenesse Give me a heart to make a Covenant with my lips that both my heart and and tongue being sanctified by thy Spirit may bee both united in truth by thy mercy and magnifie thy name for ever and for ever The Revengefull mans rage O What a Iul●p to my scorching soule is the delicious blood of my offender and how it cooles the burning Fever of my boyling veynes It is the Quintessenee of pleasures the height of satisfaction and the very marrow of all delight to bath and paddle in the blood of such whose bold affronts have turn'd my wounded patience into fury How full of sweetnesse was his death who dying was reveng'd upon three thous●nd enemies How sweetly did the younger brothers blood allay the soule-consuming flames of the elder who tooke more pleasure in his last breath then heaven did in his first Sacrifice Yet had not heaven condemned his action nature had found an Advocate for his passion What sturdy spirit hath the power to rule his suffering thoughts or curbe the headstrong fury of his Irascible affections Or who but fooles that cannot taste an injury can moderate their high-bred spirits and stop their passion in her full carreire Let heavy Cynicks they whose leaden soules are taught by stupid reason to stand bent at every wrong that can digest an injury more easily then a complement that can protest against the Lawes of nature and cry all naturall affection downe let them be Andirons for the injurious world to work a Heate upon let them find shoulders to receive the painefull s●ripes of peevish Mortalls and to beare the wrongs of daring insolence Let them bee drawne like Calves prepar'd for slaughter and bow their servile necks to sharpe destruction let them submit their slavish bosomes to be trod and trampled under foot for every pleasure My Eagle spiri● flies a higher pitch and like ambitious Phaeton climbes into the fiery Chariot and drawne with fury scorne revenge and honor

Items to thy bedrid view when all diseases and the evils of age shall muster up their Forces in thy crazy bones where be thy comforts then COnsider O my soule and know that day will come and after that another wherein for all these things God will bring thee to judgement Eccles. 11. 9. Prov. 14. 13. Even in laughter the heart is sorrowfull and the end of that mirth is heavinesse Eccles. 2. 2. I said in my heart Goe to now I will prove thee with mirth and therefore enjoy pleasure and behold this also is vanitie I said of laughter It is madde and of mirth What doth it St. James Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth and been wanton ye have nourished your hearts as in the day of slaughter Eccles. 7. 4. The heart of the wise man is in the house of mourning but the heart of fooles is in the house of mirth Isid. in Synonymis Pleasure is an Inclination to the unlawfull objects of a corrupted mind allured with a momentary sweetnesse Hugo Sensuality is an immoderate indulgence of the flesh a sweet payson a strong plague a dangerous Potion which effeminates the body and enerves the soule Cass. Lib. 4. Ep. They are most sensible of the burthen of affliction that are most taken with the pleasures of the flesh VVHat hast thou now to say O my soule why this judgement seconded with divine proofes backt with the harmony of holy men should not proceed against thee Dally no longer with thy owne Salvation nor flatter thy owne Corruption Remember the wages of flesh are sinne and the wages of sinne death God hath threatned it whose judgements are terrible God hath witnessed it whose words are truth Consider then my soule and let not momentary pleasures flatter thee into eternitie of torments How many that have trod thy steps are now roaring in the flames of Hell and yet thou triflest away the time of thy Repentance O my poore deluded soule presume no longer Repent to day left to morrow come too late Or couldst thou ravell out thy dayes beyond Methusalem tell me alas what will Eternitie bee the shorter for the deduction of a thousand yeers Be wisely provident therefore O my soule and bid vanitie the common sorceresse of the world farewell life and death are yet before thee Chuse life and the God of life will seale thy ●boyee Prostrate thy selfe before him who delights not in the death of a sinner and present thy Petitions to him who can deny thee nothing in the name of a Saviour His Prayer O God in the beautie of whose holinesse is the true joy of those that love thee the full happinesse of those that feare thee and the onely rest of those that prize thee In respect of which the transitory pleasures of the world are lesse then nothing in comparison of which the greatest wisdome of the world is folly and the glory of the earth but drosse and dung How dare my boldnesse thus presume to presse into thy glorious presence What can my prayers expect but thy just wrath and heavy indignation O what returne can the tainted breath of my polluted lipps deserve but to bee bound hand and foot and cast into the flames of Hell But Lord the merits of my Saviour are greater then the offences of a sinner and the sweetnesse of thy mercy exceeds the sharpnesse of my misery The horrour of thy judgments have seized upon mee and I languish through the sense of thy displeasure I have forsaken thee the rest of my distressed soule and set my affections upon the vanitie of the deceitfull world I have taken pleasure in my foolishnesse and have vaunted my selfe in mine iniquitie I have flattered my soule with the hony of delights whereby I am made sensible of the sting of my affliction wherefore I loath and utterly abhorre my selfe and from the bottome of my heart repent in dust and ashes Behold O Lord I am impure and vile and have wallowed in the puddle of mine owne Corruptions The Sword of thy displeasure is drawne out against mee and what shall I plead O thou preserver of mankind Make mee a new Creature O my God and destroy the old man within mee Remove my affections from the love of transitory things that I may runne the way of the Commandements Turne away mine eyes from beholding vanitie and make thy Testimonies my whole delight Give me strength to discerne the emptinesse of the creature and inebriate my heart with the fulnesse of thy joyes Bee thou my portion O God at whose right hand stand pleasures for evermore Bee thou my refuge and my shield and suffer me not to sinke under the corruptions of my heart let not the house of mirth beguile mee but give mee a sense of the evill to come Accept the free-will offerings of my mouth and grant my petitions for the honour of thy Name then will I magnifie thy mercies O God and praise thy Name for ever and ever The vain● glorious mans Vaunt VVHat tell'st thou me of Conscience or a pious life They are good trades for a leaden spirit that can stand bent at every frowne and want the braines to make a higher Fortune or cou●age to atchieve that honour which might glorifie their names and write their memories in the Chronicles of Fame T is true Humilitie is a needfull gift in those that have no Qualitie to exercise their pride and patience is a necessary Grace to keepe the world in peace and him that hath it in a whole skinne and often proves a vertue borne of meere nec●ssi●ie And civill Honesty is a faire pretense for him that hath not wit to act the Knave and makes a man capable of a little higher stile then Fo●le And blushing modesty is a pretty innocent qualitie and serves to vindicate an easie nature from the imputation of an ill-breeding These are inferiour Graces that have got a good opinion in the dull wisdome of the world and appeare like water among the Elements to moderate the body Poli●ique and keepe it from combustion nor doe they come into the worke of honour Virtue consists in Action and the reward of action is Glory Glory is the great soule of the little world and is the Crowne of all sublime attempts and the point whereto the crooked wayes of policy are all concentrick Honour consults not with a pious life Let those that are ambitious of a religious reputation abjure all honorable Titles and let their dough-bak'd spirits take a pride in sufferance the Anvile of all injuries and bee thankfully baffled into a quiet pilgrimage Rapes mur●hers treasons dispossessions riots are veniall things to men of honour and oft co-incident in high pursuits Had my dull Conscience stood upon such nice points that little honour I have wonne had glorified some other arme and left mee begging Morsells at his Princely gates Come come my soule 1d factum juvat quod 〈◊〉 non licet Feare not to doe what crownes thee