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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A91574	Solomons recantation, entituled Ecclesiastes, paraphrased. With a soliloquie or meditation upon every chapter. / By Francis Quarles. Opus posthumum. Never before printed. With a short relation of his life and death.	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Quarles, Ursula, b. 1601.	1645 (1645)	Wing Q116; Thomason E284_13; ESTC R200060	37,689	73

so were all his Christian vertues more refined and remarkable during the time of his sicknesse His patience was wouderfull insomuch as he would confesse no pain even then when all his friends perceived his disease to be mortall but still rendred thanks to God for his especiall love to him in taking him into his own hands to chastise while others were exposed to the fury of their enemies the power of pistols and the trampling of horses He exprest great sorrow for his sins and when it was told him that his friends conceived he did thereby much harm to himselfe he answered They were not his friends that would not give him leave to be penitent His Exhortations to his friends that came to visit him were most divine wishing them to have a care of the expence of their time and every day to call themselves to an accompt that so when they come to their bed of sicknesse they might lie upon it with a rejoycing heart And doubtlesse such an one was his Insomuch as he thanked God that whereas he might have justly expected that his conscience should look him in the face like a Lyon it rather looked upon him like a Lamb and that God had forgiven him his sins and that night sealed him his pardon And many other heavenly expressions to the like effect I might here add what blessed advice he gave to me in particular still to trust in God whose promise is to provide for the Widow and Fatherlesse c. but this is already imprinted in my heart and therefore I shall not need here again to insert it His charity was extraordinary in freely forgiving his greatest enemies even those who were the cause of his sicknesse and by consequence of his death For whereas a Petition full of unjust aspersions was preferred against him by eight men whereof he knew not any two nor they him save only by sight the first news of it struck him so to the heart that he never recovered it but said plainly it would be his death And when his friends to comfort him told him that Mr I. S. the chief promoter thereof was called to an accompt for it and would goe neer to be punished his answer was God forbid I seek not revenge I freely forgive him and the rest only I desire to be vindicated from their unjust aspersions especially that that for ought they know I may be a Papist whereas I never spake word to any of them in my life Which imputation how slanderous it was may easily be discovered by a passage in his greatest extremity wherein his discretion may perhaps be taxed by some but his religion cannot be questioned by any For a very able Doctor of the Romish religion being sent unto him by a friend he would not take what he had prescribed only because he was a Papist These were the most remarkable passages in him during his sicknesse The rest of the time he spent in Contemplation of God and meditating upon his Word especially upon Christs sufferings and what a benefit those have that by faith could lay hold on him and what vertue there was in the least drop of his precious blood intermingling here and there many devout prayers and ejaculations which continued with him as long as his speech and after as we could perceive by some imperfect expressions At which time a friend of his exhorting him to apply himself to finish his course here and prepare himself for the world to come he spake in Latin * O dulcis Salvator mundi sint tua ultima verba in Cruce mea ultima verba in luce In manus tuas Domine commendo spiritum meum El quae ore meo sari non possint ab animo corde sint à te accepta to this effect as I am told O sweet Saviour of the world let thy last words upon the Crosse be my last words in this world Into thy hands Lord I commend my spirit And what I cannot utter with my mouth accept from my heart and soul Which words being uttered distinctly to the understanding of his friend he fell again into his former Contemplations and Prayers and so quietly gave up his soul to God the eight day of September 1644. after he had lived two and fifty years and lyeth buried in the Parish Church of S. Leonards in Foster-lane Thus departed that blessed soul whose losse I have great reason to bewaile and many others in time will be sensible of But my particular comfort is in his dying words that God will be a Husband to the Widow And that which may comfort others as well as me is what a reverend Divine wrote to a friend concerning his death that our losse is gain to him who could not live in a worse age nor dye in a better time And here again I humbly beg the Readers pardon For I cannot expect but to be censured by some for writing thus much and by others for writing no more To both which my excuse is my want of ability and judgment in matters of this nature I was more averse indeed from medling with the Petition then any other thing I have touched upon lest perhaps it should be thought to savour a little of revenge but God is my witnesse I had no such intention My only aim and scope was to fulfill the desires and commands of my dying husband Who wished all his friends to take notice and make it known that as he was trained up and lived in the true Protestant Religion so in that Religion he dyed URSULA QUARLES A Letter from a Learned Divine upon the news of the death of Mr QUARLES My worthy Friend Mr Hawkins Postscript I Received your Letter joyfully but the news therein contained sadly and heavily It met me upon my return home from Sturbridge and did work on my self and wife I pray God it way work kindly on us all We have lost a true friend and were the losse only mine or yours it were the lesse but thousands have a losse in him yea the Generations which shall come after will lament it But our losse is gain to him who could not live in a worse age nor die in a better time let us endeavour like good Gamesters to make the best we may of this throw cast us by the band of Gods good Providence that it may likewise prove gain to us which will be if in case we draw neerer unto him and take off our hearts from all earthly hopes and comforts using this world as if we used it not so shall we rejoyce as if we rejoyced not in their using and mourn as if we mourned not in the parting with them Your assured friend NEHEMIAH ROGERS Essex Sept. 12. 1644. SOLOMONS Recantation INTITULED ECCLESIASTES CAP. I. 1 The Preacher sheweth that all humane courses are vain 4 Because the creatures are restlesse in their courses 9 They bring forth nothing new and all old things are forgotten 12 And because he hath

the Name Of bloody Rome Then shall the spotted Beast Put off her golden Trappings and undrest Of all her glory be turn'd out to graze In uncouth deserts and consume her dayes With Dragons Tigers and those salvage things Now pamper'd with the bloud of Saints and Kings O then the crooked Paths of Error fraud And Candle-light devotion trim'd and straw'd With sweet-lipt Roses shall appear as plain As tide-forsaken Rocks along the Main Then shall true wisdome like fair Sheba's Queen Begin her royall Progesse and now seen In perfect Beauty shall erect her Throne In every breast and every Solomon Shall court her Glory and intranc'd in pleasure Shall smell her spices and divide her treasure CAP. III. 1 Like things happen to good and bad 4 There is a necessity of death unto men 7 Comfort is all their portion in this life 11 Gods providence ruleth over all 13 Wisdome is better then strength Vers 1 ALL this I ponder'd and at length I found All actions whether just or wise are crown'd By secret providence And no man knows Gods love or hate by blessings or by blows Vers 2 All haps alike to all The same things doe Befall the righteous and th'unrighteous too Th'unclean and clean have here the self-same pay And he that prays and he that doth not pray Alike befals to good and bad and both To him that swears and him that fears an oath Vers 3 It is a grief that grates beneath the Sun That like events betide to every one Which makes the desp'rate hearts of men to rave With mischief till they drop into the Grave Vers 4 For the ambition of their hopes extend But to this life and with this life they end Better to be a living dog they plead Then to be known a Lyon that is dead Vers 5 For they that live know well that they shall die And therefore take their time But they that lie Rak'd up in deaths cold Embers they know not Or good or ill Their names are quite forgot Vers 6 They have no friends to love no foes to hate They know no vertue to spit venome at They fell no sweat for gaines nor doe they buy Pleasure with paines or trade beneath the sky Vers 7 Goe then rejoyce and eat Let a full boul Casheire thy cares and chear thy frolick soul What heaven hath lent thee with a liberal hand To serve and chear thy frailty up command Vers 8 Indulge thy carefull flesh with new supply And change of garments of the purest dy Refresh thy limbs annoy'd with sweat and toyle With costly bathes thy head with precious oyle Vers 9 Delight thy self in thy delicious wife All the vain days of thy vain wasting life Of all the works thy painfull hand hath done This this is all the price beneath the Sunne Vers 10 What ere thy hand endeavours that may gain Contentment spare not either cost or pain For there 's no hand to work no pow'r to have No wisdome to contrive within the grave Vers 11 I find the swift not always win the prize Nor strength of arm the battell nor the wise Grow rich in fortunes nor the men of skill In favour all as time and fortune will Vers 12 Man knoweth not his time As Fishes are Snar'd in the net Birds tangled in the snare So be the sons of men surpriz'd with snares When mischief fals upon them unawares Vers 13 This wisdome have I seen beneath the skye Which wisely weigh'd deserves a wise mans eye Vers 14 There was a little City poorly mann'd ' Gainst which a Potent King brought up a band Of Martiall strength besieg'd it and withall Built mighty Bulwarks ' gainst her slender wall Verse 15 In this half conquer'd City there was found A poor wise man whose wisdome did confound Both thē all the works their strength could plant Yet no reward reliev'd this poor mans want Verse 16 O then thought I poor wisdome will at length Discover greater worth then golden strength Yet is the poor mans wisdome poorly priz'd His word 's not heard or being heard despis'd Verse 17 The whisp'ring wise mans tongue prevaileth more Then when the lips of foolish Rulers roare Verse 18 Prudent advice is more transcendent far Then strength of Arm or Instruments of war But rash attempts of a misguided hand Defeat themselves and ruine all the land SOLILOQUIE IX BVt ah my soul what boots it to be wise Verse 2 Or what Advantage what great profit lies In a fair Journy to be well supply'd With all Accoutrements a knowing Guide A metled Steed a sweet and temperate sky Short miles and way-beguiling Company When armed death stands ready to attend Thy parting Stirrop at thy Journies end Thy wisdome cannot save thee ha's no power To keep thee Shotfree or to quit that hower Dull Nabals Howreglasse runs as slow a pace As active Solomons An equally space Divides their minuts Deaths impartiall hand Wounds all alike and death will give no sand What then my soul If wisdome should entaile Our happinesse on this life or fill our Saile In this wilde Ocean with perpetuall breath When should we find a Hav'n If partiall death Should favour wisdome and not exercise Her office there 't were misery to be wise The prudent Pilot whose marinall skill Makes the proud windes obedient to his will And ploughs the Billows with lesse fear then wrong Takes no delight to make his voyage long But with his wise endeavours seeks to guide His slender Pinnace and to curb the pride Of the rebellious waves and doth addresse His care to crown his voyage with successe Our life 's the voyage and this world the Ocean Our cares are waves tost in perpetuall motion Our thoughts are busie windes that often blow Too strong a Gale and tosses to and fro Our crazy Vessels Every soul does bear The office of a Pilot now to stear Now to advise and still to lay commands Vpon th' Affection-Saylors whose rude hands Are always active ready to fulfill The wise directions of the Pilots will It matters not my soul how long or short Thy voyage be if safe they gain the Port With best advantage that in peace arrive With Ribs unshook and all their men alive It lies not in the skilfull Pilots power T avoid tempestuous Seas but to endure 'T is wisdome to endure as well as doe Who bravely suffers is victorious too Then chear my soul Let not the frowns of earth Disturb thy peace or interrupt thy mirth Let not that rude that Apogean storm Of flesh and blood dismay thee or deform The beauty of thy thoughts or cast thy minde Into a base despondence Let the winde Blow where it please a well-prepared brest Will give thee shelter and afford thee rest When worldly crosses tempt thee understand Heav'n tryes thy temper then If then thou stand Vpright in Court and of unshaken mind The Test approves thee and thou art refin'd Then chear my soul Let not the rubs of