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Hosanna, or, Divine poems on the passion of Christ by Francis Quareles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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ranke and file Heav'ns Spirits by nine orders doth beguile Himselfe and me his memorie was too blame This order of the Innocents not to name Of St. Stephen SOme names are ominous wherein wise fate Writes in fare Characters mens future state Hippolitus who scorn'd incestuouâ— sports Was torne with horses as his name imports Stephen was a Crowne which shew'd in time to come He should put on the Crown of Martyrdome A Crowne enchas'd with stones nay such a one Earth cannot boast 't was all of precious stone The storme of stones which at this Martyr flew Recoild inriched with an Orient hue The meanest flint which at this Saint was throwne Reflects a Rubie or some richer stone The stones advanced to a heap become As first our Martyrs Crowne so now his tombe Muse make a Pagan wonder thus set down Here lyes a man intombed in his crowne Of our Saviours Circumcision or New-yeares day THe seventh day from his birth he did begin Obedience to the Law and pawnd his sâ—â—n He would fulfill it when Ziskas houre was come He should expire he bad them make a Drum Of s' skin conceited it would scare the foe 'T was strange antipothie if it would doe so But this small peece of skin was such a spell It scar'd the sootie Regimenâ—s of Hell Hee as a Prince a Crowne like Princes weares And Thornes are th' Emblemes of a Princes cares The Church a Lilly amongst Thornes doth grow And as the Churches head himself doth so When Romes Dictators did a Conquest bring From some sackt Towne or from some petty King Triumphing Palme and Temples crowning Bayes Circling their browes shot from their head like rayes Here Hell was captive Death it Triumph borne And yet Victors head but crown'd with Thorne Peace 't was 〈…〉 his blood had dide the twigs And chang'd 〈…〉 of Corrall sprigs Or stain'd the buds so 〈…〉 blush Out-vied the English or the Province bush They gave him Vineger and Gall Mat. 27. And Wine mingled with Myrrh Mark 15. WHen one was on the cursed tree to die They gave Narcotick drinke to stupifie And dull the motion of the active sense So to allay the racking violence Of his sharpe tortures and the Rabbins say That these compounded potions were they Give Wine to men ready to quit their breath Vineger is his preparative to Death Hee must have nought but Vineger who hath Trod in the Wine-presse of his Fathers wrath Those lips that once like honey combs distill'd Are now with gall in stead of honey fill'd And he 's presented with a draught of gall Whose innocence before had none at all One of the Wise-men that to Betblem went To doe him homage did him Myrh present So they did here but in a different case 'T was there in honour here in his disgrace They compell'd Simon of Syrene to beare his Crosse HE could not beare his crosse his crosse must try To beare the burthen of his Majesty A burthen which the Legendaries write Made Christopher to stoope maugre his might Which maz'd him till 't was whisper'd in his eare He had borne him that all the world did beare His Yoke is easie yet on him they lay A heavie crosse to carry who dares say That this was just yet thus we men requite Him who professed that his burthen 's light But this 't was made it heavie there came in His Fathers wrath to boot and the worlds fin Poore Simon then comming out of the field Where haply he had plow'd not us'd a Shield Receives the crosse for 's armes no Herauld can Produce me such another Gentleman So he walkes on to Golgotha where hee Commends his Saviour to the fatall Tree Where Death and Life were wond in mutuall strife It was his tree of death our tree of life Crucified THose hands which Heav'n like to a curten spred Are spred upon the Crosse those hands which did Consolidate the metals in the ground One of those metals gave those hands the wound See his hands spred as if he meant to grace His Executioners with his last embrace Nay all the world for if his fist can hold The winds his armes can all the world enfold See there Longinus with his ruder speare Peirce his Diviners side from whence appeare Water and blood whose white and red present Th' admitting and confirming Sacrament See here his feet nail'd to the Crosse which done Those feet with streames of purple did so runne That in one sense it might be understood Our Saviours feet were swift to shed blood His hands and feet thus forced to obey The cruell nailes command may we not say The Starre that out of Jacob shin'd so farre Was then or never made a fixed Starre Crucified between two Theeves VVHat reckon'd amongst rogues mixt with the rabble Dâ—svail'd like the jewell in the fable Cast in the count mongst theeves what coine is he In Jury stamp'd yet there not currant be They should not for inscription sake refuse Iesus of Nazareth King of the Iewes A Peece so rich no Angell that could make it So good the Devill was content to take it When mans arreareages for sinne were paid And the whole ransome of the world defraid Those Moralists who anciently did dreame Vertue was not a meant but an extreame If they had seene him placed thus would sweare Vertue was in the midst for he was there And by his presence made it plaine to try How Vertue look'd set by her contrary And yet his glory had not an addition Of lustre lent it by this opposition To set him off he stood in need of none No foile was needfull for so rich a Stone The Earth did quake REst is the property her creator gave her But now a Palsey makes her veins to quaver How can't to passe that wind cholique strove In the Earths bowels and did make her move Shee once was built so firmely on her base Shee need not feare a shouldering from her place 'T is true but wa' st not time to stirre when hee That fastned her was fastned to a tree When he was in his lowest declination Then dust and ashes had their exaltation And the Earth rous'd lier selfe as if shee meant To be no more the lowest element Or since his deaths-men did so bouldly dare Shee taught them by example how to feare The Earth did put on man and trembling shooke Man put on earth and no amazement tooke Sure this will aggravate those mens offence The Earth show'd reason and the men no sense The Sunne was in a totall Eclips and not as naturally it should have been in the Sign with the Moon TWo Suns were seene when Charles the Great deceast Whose mighty wings ore-shaded all the West But when this mightier King of Kings did die Not one appear'd to beautifie the skie For when Great Charles did undergo his doome One Sunne seem'd added to supply his roome But when the God of Natures selfe was gone Into a Passion there was use for none Nay
HOSANNA OR DIVINE POEMS ON THE PASSION OF CHRIST BY FRANCIS QUARELES LONDON Printed for Iohn Benson and are to be sold at his shop in Chancery Lane neare the Roules 1647. VPON THE DAY OF OVR SAVIOVRS NATIVITY THis day 's a riddle for the God that made This day this day from his owne Creature had His making too his flesh and bone and lim And breath from her that had her breath from him Th' unbribed Judge of Mans eternall doome This day was Pris'ner in a Virgins wombe And the Lord Paramount of all the Earth Was wanting a poore Tenement at his birth Into the Inne this meane guest must not come Strange he that fills all roomes should have no roome The Sunne dropt from his spheare and did decline His unshorne head to the Earth his radiant shine Peep'd from the windores of the East to breath New life on People in the shades of Death Deare Sunne since from thy sphere thou once were sent Here is a Soule make it thy firmament Borne of a Virgin ALthough the eye of Faith not reason can Behold a Virgin Mother of a Man Yet Natralists affirme some things may breed And have their propagation without seed As that rich crop of Pease which Story sayes Made Orford famous in our Gransires dayes Th' admir'd Phoenix which admits no paire In her perfumed ashes leaves an heire And this Maiola dares to justifie To be no false but true history By seminall commixtion I had bin Distain'd and soiled with originall sin Pure must the Pipe pure must the Conduit bee That must convey water of-life to mee Our Sunne of righteousnesse when he would-shine Vpon the world choose Virgo for his signe Borne in Augustus time NOw was the man of men great Iulius slaine And with his blood had dy'd the chaire in graine Hee sate in in the Senate and the flood Which streamd from civill warre dri'd in his blood And now the milde Augustus sate above The Sphere of Rome like a propitious Iove And with a milder influence clear'd the skies And purg'd these exhalations which did rise From so much blood effused or was sent Like some Apollo to Romes firmament For in his sunnie dayes was learnings spring All the Arts flourish'd and each Muse did sing The fulnesse of all time who will not thinke When Peace and Learning were so fairely link't When Wisdome hadits flourish on the earth Then had the Wisdome of the Father birth And when the Olive branch of Peace was showne Then not before the Prince of Peace came downe Borne in Winter PHlegmatick Winter on a bed of Snow Lay spitting full of rhewme the Sunne was now Inn'd at the Goat the melancholique Earth Had her wombe bound and hopelesse of the birth Of one poore flowre the fields wood meads and all Fear'd in this snowie sheet a funerall Nor only senselesse Plants were in decay Man who 's a Plant revers'd was worse then they He had a spirituall Winter and bereft Not of his leaves but juyce nay nothing lesse His passive power to live was so abated He was not to be rais'd but new created When all things else were perished and when No flowers were but in their causes then This wondrous Flower it selfe to act did bring And Winter was the Flowre lesses spring Borne in the Night THe hav'ns was now but mask'd and now forbids His eyelike starres to looke out of their lids For it had been a shame unto the night If but one starre had miss'd so great asight Or else it waâ— muffled in silent shade And dress'd in sullen blacks and was afraid To let one starre gaze out for had it seene This sight it had for ever blinded been There was a double night a night of sinne Darke Heav'n design'd the darknesse we were in The darknesse which through heav'n with silence roules Was the sad Emblem of our darkned soules Now when the Sun which daily rounds the skies Was gone to bed this other Sunne did rise For happy 't was not fit there should appeare Two Suns at once in the same Hemisphere The Angels tell it to the Shepheards THere is a point of happinesse a time seâ— Wherein felicity either must be met Or miss'd for ever and that certaine now Is when w' are at our Calllngs from the Plow Rome painfull Quintus her Dictator makes While Matthew gathers toule and custome takes Hee 's call'd to write a Gospell At their Net The sonnes of Zebedee their conversions met And while these men stand Centinells and keep Strict watd and watch about their charge their sheep They from themselves are rapt with sacred Hymnes And ravish'd with a noise of Chernbimes That sung this infants lullabie The storie Hath some proportion with the Auditorie They Shepherds were to them the tydings came And the first Gospel of the Holy Lambe Of the Starres that appeared to the wise men AStrologie hath this rule Heav'ns seldome shine With idle fires like Prophets they devine Stupendious events That spark'ling beame That did so long in Cassiopia streame And shot upon the world an angery glance Shew'd in its lookes the Massacree of France This Starre whose comming Balaam had profest From some wise men thinke these wise men were guest Not fram'd by Natures fingers but the hand That framed Nature did not move and stand A non significant but it selfe a wonder Sew`d that a greater miracle lay under How was th' eternall Sonne obscured here A Stable was his Heav'n a Crib his sphere Never had Sun such an Eclips as this To want a Starre to shew â—en where it is Of the wise men LEt them not boast that they first saw this Starre A brawnie brainlesse Clowne might goe as farre The Starre in Cassiopea as I find Ticho confesse was shew'd him by a Hinde Wise though they were they 'd gone they knew not whether Had this Starre then been sent to lead them thither So that the Starre which did before them goe Both shew'd them light and shew'd their blindnesse too But why a Starre when God doth meane to woe us He useth meanes that are familiar to us Peter a fisher was and with a draught Of many fishes was the fisher caught These men were vers'd in Starres and well could read them Therefore a Starre is chose â—â—out to lead them How are men drawne to heaven the way they please A fish toâ—â—â—Peter and a Starre takes these Of the Innocents HArke what is that I heare O t is the sound Of Rachel cause her children can'nt be found Herod that Fox so is his title good He slayes the tender Lambs and sucks their blood Strange tempered hearts whose edges would not yeeld Suppled with all the teares that day were spild Hearts of the Rock which like to Diamonds must Be cut or ner'e be cut with their owne dust There a child giving death a lovely looke Smiles on his executioner there an other Asleep is slaine Sleep chang'd to death his brother Dennis who sweats to put on