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A56853	Fons lachrymarum, or, A fountain of tears from whence doth flow Englands complaint, Jeremiah's lamentations paraphras'd, with divine meditations, and an elegy upon that son of valor Sir Charles Lucas / written by John Quarles.	Quarles, John, 1624-1665.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.	1649 (1649)	Wing Q128; ESTC R235077	54,591	166

still fear the Rod Of his Correction yet appear I must Sure sure he 's merciful as well as just Cheer up dejected Soul and thou shalt see His mercy's greater then thy sins can be MEDITAT. 9. Can Heav'n forget himself or can he say That thing o're night he cannot do next day Can friends forget their children or deny Their dearest blood or can a mountain fly Heav'n says he 'l be a Father till the end Then he 's a fool that doubts so true a friend MEDITAT. 10. A friend indeed but how can I expect To purchase friendship by my own neglect For ah how often hath Heav'n pleas'd to say Ye that are heavy loaden come away And I will give you ease Alas but I Thought sin no burthen neither thought to dye MEDITAT. 11. But now I see the frailty of my mind I thought I was imprison'd when confin'd Only one hour to goodness nay that hour I thought a year until I had the power To free my self when freed I had forgot What goodness was as though I 'd heard it not MEDITAT. 12. And should I strive to reckon up my sins How can he make an end that still begins The sands upon the Seas nay and the hair Upon my head are Cyphers in compare Of my excessive sins yet Heav'n can call Me as he did the spend-thrift Prodigal MEDITAT. 13. I know my sins are great and do increase Within my Sion and disturb my Peace O what am I dear Heav'n I am thy creature My sins are great but yet thy mercy 's greater Pardon blest Heav'n forgive what I have done Thou art my Father own me as thy Son MEDITAT. 14. It is a happiness to scorn the mirth Of this confused transitory Earth And he who is ambitious to create A happiness must make the world his hate Then if self-love appear we know for what We love our selves in truly hating that MEDITAT. 15. Life is the lifes preparative and Death The deprivation of unconstant breath A well directed life shall always find Society in Death a glorious mind Shall have a glorious a celestial friend To guard his glory to a glorious end MEDITAT. 16. But can a mind enammel'd with the glory Of Heav'n have end or else is Death a story Death is the end of Life and yet we see Life is deriv'd from Deaths soveraigntie 'T is quickly known the Death of Sin must give The para'ned Soul a priviledg to live MEDITAT. 17. Heav'n is the seat of Happiness and Hell The place of fury where the Furies dwell Then mount my Soul upon the spreading wings Of lofty Faith fly towards the King of Kings Whilest here thou shalt inhabit learn to know That Heav'n's too high for them that fly too low MEDITAT. 18. I am but sordid earth that 's dayly plow'd With grief and care and sorrows hourly croud Into my weak dominions and remain Like greedy Tenants thirsting after gain My eyes are always open to behold New woes for I am form'd in sorrows mould MEDITAT. 19. I am a reeling Pinnace and I sail From Port to Port sometimes a humble gale Salutes my spreading sails and by and by The waves contemning my prosperity Spit in my face being hurried by their tydes They seem to crawl into my sweating sides MEDITAT. 20. I am a clouded day I promise rain Sometimes I 'm stormy and then clear again Sometimes the Sun of Pence begins t' appear But cannot shine in sorrows Hemisphere Saddest of thoughts needs must he be distrest That finds unconstant weather in his brest MEDITAT. 21. I am a vapor having not the power T' endure the fervor of one shining hour Vapors cannot withstand a mid-days heat Afflictions must be hot where sins are great 'T is not unlike a misty morning may Oft-times prove usher to a glorious day MEDITAT. 22. I am a trembling reed and every day The wind and I are subject to a fray I 'm bruis'd and shall be broken if some hand Sustain me not I shall forget to stand But stay my Soul and hear Jehovah speak I vow the bruised reed I will not break MEDITAT. 23. I am but earth corrupted with my deeds Which are but like unprofitable weeds My soil is rank and barren and it bears No grain at all no not so much as tears Wouldst thou increase my Soul I 'le teach thee how Sow but the seeds of Faith God speeds the plow MEDITAT. 24. Despair not when affliction plows the ground Doubt not increases if the seed be found Heav'n loves a fruitful harvest and his hand Is always active to manure the Land He takes the chiefest care the greatest pains He crowns the work 't is we that reap the gains MEDITAT. 25. Man's like a house whose outward beauty may Yield pleasure to the eye If we survey The inward rooms there we may find enough Of untrim'd natures sluttish houshold-stuff Wouldst thou be fair within O man and neat Turn but thy inside out thou 'lt be compleat MEDITAT. 26. Do greedy Ravens hunger do they cry For food and are they fed and must not I I beg I crave and yet am hungry still I pine I starve and Ravens have their fill I know great God I have offended thee Because thou seed'st the Ravens and not me MEDITAT. 27. Do Lillies flourish do they still remain Neatly adorn'd and yet they take no pain They neither spin nor card they take no care And yet they 're cloth'd and I poor I go bare I know great God I have offended thee Because thou cloth'st the Lillies and not me MEDITAT. 28. Why am I thus tormented with the Rod Of my afflictions Hath my angry God Forgot his creature Shall I never have A little ease but be affliction 's slave Forbear my grumbling Soul cheer up and be Mindful of him and he 'l remember thee MEDITAT. 29. And why does Heav'n afflict me but because He 'l make me know my self and learn his Laws Then why am I disquieted If he Intends my good shall I prove enemie Unto my self My Soul take care be still Vnless he turns that good into an ill MEDITAT. 30. Then learn my soul when Heav'n afflicts to know 'T is for thy sins he does it and to show The greatness of his mercy and to make Thee love affliction for the Afflictors sake Be wise and provident and thou shalt see 'T was good for David 't will be good for thee MEDITAT. 31. If thou wilt learn my Soul how to endure With patience thy afflictions be thou sure That when the hand of angry Heav'n shall smite Thou dost not grumble like the Israelite Strive thou for patience heav'n wil teach thee how To bear affliction with a cheerful brow MEDITAT. 32. What though the waves of thy afflictions rise And rage abundantly lift up thy eyes And cry to Heav'n let patience calm thy mind And know that purest gold must be refin'd And when affliction brings thee to the brink Of death remember Peter did not sink MEDITAT.

weep No Peace no ease no pleasure is all gone Pursu'd with envy and rebellion Whither oh whither are my glories sent Banisht my brest by Act of Parliament Vertue is fled and scar'd into a trance By the ill shape of Bughear ignorance What mists are these that thus eclipse the light Of splend●nt truths From whence proceeds this night Of darkening Errors how am I begul'd Of all my joys Nay how am I defil'd With leprous humors On how grief transports My frightned sense what envy 's this resorts Unto my swelling brest Is there no mean No pleasing Musick to divide my scean Were I an Atlas I could not sustain This Firmament of grief who can refrain From falling that 's so much opprest as I With such a burthen of Malignity Where shall I run to whom shall I address My burthened self or how shall I express My uncontrouled sorrows or relate Th' unhappy discord of my factious State Where shall I fly Is there no Ark above To hide me from these waves Is there no Dove To bring me tydings that the Land is clear And that the hills of Peace do re-appear But must I perish shall the waves of pride Dash me in pieces still a flowing tyde Still flow and never ebb Is there no bliss Wonder sad Soul O what an Ocean 's this Ambitious winds why rage ye more and more And make the Seas thus envy at the shore Is there no Peter can pray Heav'n to please To check the winds and qualifie the Seas Am I the worst of all Is my condition So bad that there is no Petition Can have an audience Ah my conscience saith I 've Peters fears but yet want Peters faith Here let us stop a little and advise With flesh and blood Can greater wants arise To damage Souls then faith whose want procures All these extreams which my poor heart endures Oh no there cannot he that wants the hand Of Soul-supporting Faith forgets to stand This is my want and till I find relief I 'le lie and tumble in the shades of grief And glut the ayr with sighs my hideous cries Shall roar like thunder in the troubled skies O that my eyes were Oceans that I may Drown all my sorrows in one stormy day Or would pleas'd Heaven enable me to strain To gulp up Seas and weep them out again Then should my briny streams gush forth so fast That every tear should strive to be the last So the swift current of my swelling eyes Should overflow my heap'd up miseries I have offended Heaven and now I see My sins are walls betwixt my God and me Which stop the passage of my fervent prayers That there is no prevailing but by tears To batter down the wall that thus prevents My cries my vows and hinders my intents To Heav'n that Heav'n can send me no relief Nor take me from this labyrinth of grief Gone are my golden my forgotten days When every bird could whistle forth my praise Gone are those days when this consuming Earth Was stuffd with pleasure perfum'd with mirth Though all be gone yet will I strive t' endure He that hath made the wound can make the cure For now I 'm wounded and my wounds do smart Beyond my patience and my tender heart Swell'd up with sorrow doth predestinate What woe must happen to my bleeding State My head my head 's tormented and my eyes Are dim with gazing after vanities My members swell like Oceans and from thence Proceeds so great so large a confluence Of noisom humors and they run so thick That they surcharge and make my stomack sick I ave purg'd alr●ady and that will not do I fear I fear that I must vomit too I doubt 't is too much action that hath bred These ill diseases that disturb my ●ead Oh I am sick to death my bowels yern I fre●z I fr●●z and whilest I fre●z I burn I burn I melt my soul is parch'd within How hot 's the furnace of tormenting sin And Ah! how soon is feebled nature lam'd With ioynt contracting cold if not inflam'd By heavens enlivening fire how hot 's my blood To what is bad and Ah how cold to good Oh grief how two extreams perplex one heart So link'd together that they cannot part Thus am I tost and doubtfully opprest Beneath the burden of a dubious brest Nothing but Wars and Tumults do arise Thrice hapyy I had I known how to prize My happiness Alas I ne're did know The good of peace till Heav'n was pleasd to show War makes me know what joy it was before To live in peace and plenty now the more To live in peace and plenty now I know by this This want of peace what a combining bliss It was to live united and to praise That God of Peace that blest my peaceful days With large increase Oh misery to think Loaded with too much pleasure how I sink I that was wont to boast my heaps of treasure Now swim in sorrow and now sink in pleasure I that the world did envy now am brought To be not worth the env'ing worse then nought Revil'd by all see how the hand of Fate hath pleas'd to make me thus unfortunate What shall I do what physick can procure A little ease I cannot long endure Where are my grave Divines to give advice To a relapsing Soul are they grown nice Of late Are their conspiring hearts agreed T' absent themselves in this my time of need What do they mean Oh whither are they fled Sure sure they 're silenc'd all or else all death Do they not see me falling Do they stand Amaz'd not daring to afford a hand To help me up Methinks I hear them cry That they are falling to as well as I. Where is Religion that was wont to be The Governor of Peace the branched Tree That ever flourish'd see now every Clown Being authoriz'd presumes to cut her down Will they still strive with swords with guns with clubs To pickle my Religion up in tubs Have they no Reason hath their greedy zeal Swallow'd up all their Senses at one meal Have they agreed that Piety and Reason Shall be condemn'd and voted into Treason Or hath their hell-bred thoughts found out a way To turn our Sion to a Golgotha Hath the Tartarian Counseller invented Such thriving Plots which cannot be prevented Leave off base Acts Mechanicks and begin To deal uprightly and reform within Bury your aged crimes and then go call Your stragling senses to the Funeral Adjourn your thoughts which now are quite contrary To Peace and think a peace is necessary Honour your higher Powers and do not mock And vilifie them as your laughing stock There are a brain-sick multitude a rabble Of all Religions that do dayly squabble About vain shades and let the substance pass Hating good manners as they hate the Mass 'T is such as these which thus my woes advance Whose very Souls are starv'd with ignorance 'T is such as these who dayly

33. When I consider how I have offended My Souls dread Soveraign and vili-pended His gracious promises I much admire He casts me not into eternal fire But he in mercy makes me kiss his Rod Tells me I am a creature he a God MEDITAT. 34. Consider well my Soul why hast thou breath Since that the wages of thy Sins are death Thou hast deserv'd ten thousand times to dye But that thy GOD whose mercy doth deny A Sinners death reprieves thee for a time To make thee know the greatness of thy crime MEDITAT. 35. O meditate my Soul what Heav'n hath done For thee that art his most rebellious Son He hath prolong'd thy days and striv'd to win And draw thee from the lothsomness of sin Admired patience O indulgent care Mercy of Mercies how can Heav'n forbear MEDITAT. 36. Have I offended and shall I despair Oh no I dare not Ah my Soul forbear To harbor such a wickedness but know When thy sins ebb Gods mercies overflow His mercy is an Ocean and thy prayer Is th' only wind can raise a tempest there MEDITAT. 37. Then pray my Soul and let thy prayers reveal Thy bosom sins O think not to conceal A crime from him that is the God of Truth And knows the sins of thy offending youth Ah know my Soul the more thou striv'st to smother Thy sins the more one sin begets another MEDITAT. 38. Can Sin the Souls consuming Viper lie And lurk secure from Heav'ns all seeing eye O no 't is vain to think so though that we Are muffl'd up with sin yet Heav'n can see O then confess my Soul and thou shalt tread And trample on the Vipers poys'ny head MEDITAT. 39. But can Confession in it self obtain An absolute forgiveness Can we gain Heav'n by a sigh O no my Soul express A perfect sorrow when thou dost confess Then let resolved Constancy endure And thou my Soul shalt truly rest secure MEDITAT. 40. Dost thou my Soul desire to be partaker Of those celestial joys wherewith thy Maker Crowns those endeavoring Souls which study still To be obedient to his sacred Will Examine well the Scriptures they will show The ready way then practise how to go MEDITAT. 41. Let thy innocuous Meditations be Serious and fervent let integritie Still wait upon them which will still defend And guard thy actions to a prosperous end Then shall thy labors have a peaceful rest Then dayly labor to be dayly blest MEDITAT. 42. But have a care my Soul left malice chance To interpose it self and so advance Above thy patience and disturb that peace Which might have blest thee with a large increase O have a care this be no fault of thine Remember who hath said Vengeance is mine MEDITAT. 43. Dost thou desire my Soul that Heav'n should say Thy pardon 's seal'd and I will blot away Thy numerous sins nay and I will no more Remember them as I have done before Then learn my Soul to know whilest thou dost live He that will be forgiven must forgive MEDITAT. 44. If thou wouldst go to Heav'n my Soul go on Not as the sluggard of wise Solomon Be not so timerous as he to say There is a Lion lurking in the way Go on with courage let the way delight thee Then shall the Lion grumble and not bite thee MEDITAT. 45. The wise man saith that sluggards shall be cloth'd With rags and all his actions shall be loth'd And he that 's willing to obtain a prize Must be laborious and have watchful eyes My drouzy Soul make Heav'n thy prize then strain T' out-run thy sins and so thou shalt obtain MEDITAT. 46. When on the ladder Jacob did discry The Angels in his dream he saw them fly Vpwards and downwards which was to express How much they scorn'd and hated Idleness Then learn my Soul how to ascend apace From sin to the perfection of grace MEDITAT. 47. What was the reason Peter wept Nay why Did he go out and weep so bitterly Could he not weep within Did he not dare Before the wicked to disburse a tear By this example Peter makes it known Who truly grieves desires to grieve alone MEDITAT. 48. Hast thou my Soul with persecuting Paul Envy'd the Church Hast thou conspir'd her fall Why then my Soul wilt thou despair 'T is true The crime is great and GOD is gracious too A light may shine from Heav'n and thou shalt be With Paul converted from thy Tyrannie MEDITAT. 49. Hast thou with thrice-denying Peter cry'd I know him not but stubbornly deny'd The Lord of Life what then the Cock may crow God may look back upon thee and bestow His liberal blessings Then my Soul deny Thy sins with Peter and weep bitterly MEDITAT. 50. But was it not my Soul a sad disaster That Peter should so soon deny his Master For whose dear sake led lose his life O what A sudden change is this I know him not Nay more as if he thought this would not do He binds it with an oath forswears him too MEDITAT. 51. What was the reason that the Lions when They entertained Daniel in their Den Did rather fear then hunger Nay how can Destroying Lions fawn upon a man My Soul there was a Lamb that tam'd the Lion And made the Den prove Daniels safest Sion MEDITAT. 52. Advise my Soul and how could Daniel live Impris'ned in the Den and none to give Him dayly food How could he rest at quiet Without th' enjoyment of some slender diet When Heav'n commands his Angels they shal fe● A Soul my Soul that Soul can never nee● MEDITAT. 53. 'T was Faith that guarded Daniel from the paws Of dauntless Lions whose imperious jaws Were ty'd by Heav'ns appointment so that they Forgot their Tyranny and learn'd to play My Soul with Daniel truly think upon Thy God and Faith shall be thy Champion MEDITAT. 54. Did great Goliah fall Could he not stand That was so strong against so weak a hand Could not his armour nor his storming power Maintain so mean a Combate half an hour Here here my Soul observe and thou shalt find An armed body but a naked mind MEDITAT. 55. But how did stripling David dare to show His childish face before so great a foe He had no armour on nor sword to shield His body yet he fought and won the field Here here my Soul observe and thou shalt fin● A naked body but an armed mind MEDITAT. 56. Be sure my Soul when e're thou shalt begin To war with the Goliah of thy sin Take Davids armour and thou shalt or'ethrow Thy sin with a most advantagious blow Boast not too much but with bold courage fight The pebble-stones of Faith fly always right MEDITAT. 57. Faith is the arm of safety which defends The Soul from all approaching harm and lends A sword to fight with Satan who may venter To make a thrust or two but cannot enter Gain thou this arm of Faith my Soul and then Thou mayst out-dare a Lion in