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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56841	Solomons recantation, entitvled Ecclesiastes paraphrased with a soliloquie or meditation upon every chapter : very seasonable and useful for these times / by Francis Quarles ; with a short relation of his life and death.	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1648 (1648)	Wing Q117; ESTC R6110	37,566	71

then when ●ll his friends perceived his disease to be mortall but still rendred thanks to God for his speciall 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 himself 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 adde 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 go neer to be punished his answer was God forbid I seek not revenge I freely forgive him and the rest onely I desire to be vindicated from their unjust aspersions especially 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 e●sily be discovered by a pass●ge 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 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 to this effect as I am told O dulcis Salvator mundi sint tua ultima verba in Cruce mea ultima verba in luce In manus tuas Domine commendo spiritum meum Et quae ore meo fari non possint ab animo corde sint à te te accepta 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. Foster London Thus departed that blessed soul whose losse I have great reason to bewail 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 die 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 judgement 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 fulfil the desires and commands of my dying Husband Who wished all his friends to take notice and make it known that as be was trained up and lived in the true Protestant Religion so in that Religion he died URSULA QUARLES A Letter from a learned Divine upon the news of the Death of Master Quarles My worthy friend M. Hawkins 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 may 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 hand of Gods good Providence that it may likewise prove gain to us which will be if in case we draw nearer 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 Essex Sept. 12. 1644. Your assured friend Nehemiah Rogers 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 found it so in the studies of Wisdome Vers. 1. Thus sayes the best of Preachers and of Kings THus Solomon the Sonne of David sings 2. The greatest happinesse

the hearts of Men that all the land Shall cry a Solomon and sweetly stand Rapt with sweet Peace and sacred admiration How happy is that land how blest the Nation CAP. II. 1 Directions for Charity 7 Death in life 9 and the day of judgement in the days of youth are to be thought on Vers. 1. VPon the waters let thy bread be cast And thou shalt find it when some dayes are past 2. Give lib'rall Almes for it 's unknown to thee How full of wants thy after days shall be 3. If clouds be full will they deny to powr Their fruitfull blessings in a lib'rall show'r Or North or South or wheresoere the Tree Shall fall no question it shall fall to thee 4. He that observes the winde shall never sow Who marks the clouds shall never reap nor mow 5. Like as the Embryo's growth within their wombs Is strange to thee and how the soul becomes The bodies inmate ev'n so all the rest Of Heav'ns high works are strangers to thy brest 6. Cast thou thy morning seed upon the land And at the evening hold not back thy hand For who is he can tell thee which of these Shall prosper best or bring the best encrease 7. 'T is true the light is sweet and every one Takes pleasure in the world-rejoycing Sunne 8. But who lives many joyfull years if he But count how long his after shades shall be In earths dark bosome how can he refrain To think these short-liv'd flattering pleasures vain 9. Rejoyce ô young man in thy youthfull ways Let thy heart cheer thee in thy youthfull days Delight thine eyes thy heart and take thy way But know that heavens accompt will find a day 10. Then banish fals-ey'd mirth Be dispossest Of those lewd fires that so inflame thy brest For childhood youth and all their joyes remain But for a season and they all are vain SOLILOQUIE XI SO now my soul thy wisdome-season'd brest May eat and drink and labour and digest Thy carefull morsels and with holy mirth Disperse the clouds of melancholy earth Now maist thou sit beneath thy clustred Vine And presse thy Grapes and drinke thy frolick wine In soft and plenteous Peace and leave tomorrow To bear the burden of her selfe-borne sorrow Now maist thou walk secure from all those threats Of peevish Fortune and the sly deceits Of flattering pleasure Plenty cannot drown Thine eyes in mirth nor misery cast thee down If the blew Rafters of the falling skies Should leave their spangled Mansion and surprise Thy feeble strength well may their ruines smite thee And grinde thy clod to dust but not affright thee What want'st thou then my soul that may augment The reall happinesse of a true content What vertue 's wanting now whose absence may Encourage bold-fac'd vanity to betray Thy even-spunne dayes to sorrow or occasion Thy fair-contriv'd designes to tast vexation Wouldst thou have Honor thou enjoy'st it Treasure Thou hast it wouldst thou gain the greater pleasure Of a true noble Spouse whose life may show Vertues rare quintessence Thou hast that too Wouldst thou have hopefull Sonnes to crown thy Last With Peace and Honour Such rare Sonnes thou hast Thy Princes favour Or thy peoples love All this thou hast Wisdome in things above Thou hast it Knowledge in these Toyes beneath Thou hast it Skill in th' Arts or curious breath Of whispering State All this thou hast Where then Shall thy new wishes ●ix Rare Man of men I but my soul one good is wanting still To summe a full perfection and to fill Thy Cruise with happinesse which if possest Thou hast a Diademe crownes all the rest Hadst thou the tongues of men and couldst thou break Thy lips in Oracles Or couldst thou speak The dialects of Angels when they sing Their sacred Canzons to their Soveraign King A tinkling Cymball or the hideous sounds Of discomposed discords or the Rounds Of frolick midnight madnesse would requite Thy wild attention with as much delight And breathe as sweetly in the Almighties eare If heart-rejoycing Charity be not there Hadst thou what strength the Parnassean Muse Can blesse thy fancy with or heaven infuse Hadst thou a Faith to make the mountaines fly In the vast Orbe like Atomes in thine eye Lesse then those Atomes would thy faith appear If faith-confirming Charity be not there Shouldst thou to purchase heaven renounce thy Right Of all thy goods and turne an Anchorite Or should thy courage to deserve the name Of Martyr give thy body to the flame When that blood pleads heaven will not lend an eare If heav'n-engaging Charity be not there Since then my soul both Faith and Works lie dead If Charity fail be wise and cast thy bread Upon the Waters As the Waters runne Deal thou thy dole untill thy dole be done Man is Gods Husbandry If then the Plough Of carefull want hath struck the furrow'd Brow And make it fit for seed Hold not thy hand He robs himself that faintly sows the Land Stay not for showres The soile if overflowne Will drown thy seed-corn and return thee none Let not some weeds discourage thee to sow The Plough will root them up or if they grow Too sturdy for the Coulters point to kill Fear not thy harvest A hard Winter will Cast not lank grain upon too lean a ground Fair Crops from off all Corn are rarely found Sow closely what thou sow'st and least in sight The eyes of Doves will make thy harvest light But stay Thou mayst surcharge as well as sterve The soile But wise men know what seed will serve Thy work thus wisely done what then remains Give Heav'n the glory and expect the Gains CAP. XII 1 The Creatour is to be remembred in due time 8 The Preachers care to edifie 13 The fear of God is the chief Antidote of vanity REmember thy Creator in thy prime Of present youth before the black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach before the day Thy dying pleasures find a dull decay 2. Before the Sun and Moon and Stars appear Dark in thy Microcosmall Hemisphear 3. Before the Clouds of sorrows multitiply And hide the Chrystall of the gloomy sky Before the Keepers of thy crazy Tow'r Be palsie-striken and thy men of pow'r Sink as they march and grinders cease to grind Distastfull bread and windows are grown blind 4. Then shall the Castles two-leafd gates be barr'd When as the Milstones language is not heard The horn-mouth Belman shal affright thy slūbers Thy untun'd ear shall loath harmonious numbers 5. Each obvious mole-hill shall encrease thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs A fly shall load thy shoulders Thy desire And all thy bed-rid passions shall expire Pale death 's at hand and mourners come to meet Thy tear-bedabled fun'rals in the street 6. Then shall the sinews silver cord be los'd Thy brains gold bowle be broke The undispos'd And idle liver 's fountain dri'd The blouds Meandring Cisterns unsuppli'd 7. Then shall the