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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

sweets refresh Thy wasted spirit secure from all those ills Which threaten ruine to distempered wills Now maist thou eat and drink and make supplies Tor after dayes and close thy peacefull eyes In calme content and scape those hidden snares That lurke in pleasures and encrease our cares He onely takes advantage of his Lot That uses earth as if he us'd it not Cap. VIII 1 Kings are greatly to he respected 6 Divine providence is to be observed 12 It is better with the godly in adversity then with the wicked in prosperity 16 The worke of God is unsearchable Verse 1 WHo 's equall to the Wiseman who but he Can judg of things or what their natures be Wisdome adornes the Cheek with lovely grace And plants courageous boldnesse in the face Verse 2 Let me advise the subjects heart to stands Devoted alwaies to the Kings command For having sworne Allegeance to him both Heav'n and thy Conscience doe attest thy oath Verse 3 Let not thy discontented hast incite Abrupt departure from his awfull sight If thou hast err'd continue not in ill For Princes Acts are guided by their will Verse 4 The potent Majesty of a Princes word Is backt and made authentick by the sword What vent'rous tongue dare question or demand The least account from his illustrious hand Verse 5 Whose loyall brests observe the laws of Kings Shall never know the griefe Rebellion brings The wisemans heart knowes times and judgement too Not onely when to speake but what to doe Verse 6 For there 's to every purpose among men A judgement how to doe a season when Which if mistaken or not understood Brings so much mis'ry upon flesh and blood Verse 7 For man is ignorant of what may fall And who is he can tell him when it shall Verse 8 No man hath power to prolong his breath Or make him shot-free in the day of death There 's no retreat in that sad war nor can Mans wickednesse preserve the wicked man Verse 9 All this have I observed and have given My heart to note each Action under Heaven There was a time when the oppressors Arme Opprest his brother to th'oppressors harme Verse 10 So have I seen grave Judges but unjust That fat in judgement honor'd to the dust Which hid their crimes These seemed to obtaine Some happinesse This happinesse is vaine Verse 11 Because a present sentence is not past Vpon the wicked their dull hearts at last Grow quite obdure resolv'd and fully bent Toact what ev'lls their greedy lusts present Verse 12 Put case the sinner multiply his Crime And his long dayes ev'n rust the Sithe of Time Yet well I know they onely shall be blest That feare th' Almighty with a filial brest Verse 13 I but the wicked shall not scape secure Though he live long he shall not long endure But like a shadow shall his dayes appeare Because he fear'd not whom he ought to feare Verse 14 There is a vanity reigns here below I see the wise man reap what sinners sow And sinners share when just men sow the seed This Grief said I all other Griefs exceed Verse 15 Then prais'd I mirth and held it the best choice Beneath the sun to eat and to rejoice For this is all the good this all the gains Is like to chear our days and crown our pains Verse 16 But when I set my busie heart to know Wisdome and heav'ns strange working here below For day and night my studies did deny Sleep to mine eye-lids slumbers to mine eye Verse 17 O then I found his works beneath the sun Past finding out my fruitlesse thoughts did run This heav'nly maze till they at length concluded Mans wit stoops here here wisdom stands deluded SOLILOQUIE VIII BVt stay my soul What language does appear Am I deceiv'd Or did I seent to hear Which Tenet shall I baulke And which embrace Hath Truth like Janus got a double face Did not that voice Cap. 1.18 that voted Wisdome vain But very now now cry it up again Cap. 8.1 Shall what was late condemn'd as a disease Now prove a Remedy Such slips as these Are brands of humane frailty which belong To us and ours It well beseems our tongue To contradict and jangle Error 's known By many faces Truth admits but one How haps it then that wisdome whose encrease Adds to our Grief yet crowns our days with peace Be not deceiv'd my soul Let not one Name Confound two Natures and make two the same Shal Names give Natures Dare thy tongue professe An equall priviledge to Curse and Blesse For one Names sake No my deluded soul Sooner may Light and Darknesse Fair and Foul Sooner may Good and Evill nay Heaven and Hel May sooner startle from their Parallel And turn Joynt tenants in one perfect Line Then these two Wisdomes Humane and Divine That breeds a Tumor in the flatuous brest This lays it That brings trouble and This rest That kindles fires and those fires encrease To self-contention This concludes a Peace That duls the thoughts supprest with low desires This mounts thy soule with more heroick fires That cannot brook the transitory frown Of Fortunes brow This makes a Crosse a Crown That fils thy hopes with froth and blurs thy youth With black-mouth'd Error This directs to Truth That scorns advice and like an own-self Lover Befools thee But this honors the Reprover That fears and flees or fals at every breath Of discontent This triumphs even in death That breaks Relations and for private ends Dissolves Allegeance and disbands true friends This loves society cals not Mine but Ours Yeilds due obedience to superior Pow'rs That prickt by Passion rushes into crimes This backt with Reason counsels with the Times That gives the name of Power This the thing That makes a Tyrant This creates a King That lights thy Honor fading like a blaze This crowns thy Name with everlasting dayes That breeds a Serpent this brings forth a Dove That works a servil fear This filiall Love That deads thy spirit This makes thee wisely bold That scowres thy Brass But this refines thy Gold That fills thy Feast with Cares with fears thy Breast This makes thy morsell a perpetuall Feast That cools thy Palate but inflames thy fire This slakes thy Thirst and satiates thy desire O then my soul correct that flesh and blood That blinds thee so and like a gloomy Cloud Thus interposes and obscurely flyes Betwixt the sacred object and thine eyes Clear up my soul and like the eye of day Chastise that peccant darknesse and display Those mists of earth which like false Glasses shew Fanatick figures and present thy view With specious objects precious in esteem Alas but nothing lesse then what they seem Then shall the wisdome of that scarlet Whore And all her bald-pate Panders painted o're With counter faited Holinesse appear In her true colours so that every ear That hears her base Impostures and the fame of her lewd Piety shall abhorre