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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

crown those days which his Creator gave 'T is all the portion he is like to have Verse 19 All such to whom the bounteous hand of heav'n Gives wealth and licence to enjoy it giv'n To sweeten labour may they understands It is a favour from th' Almighties hand Verse 20 Such doubtlesse in their labour shall forget Their painfull sorrows and their toylsome sweat For heav'n hath crown'd their fair desires and sent A peacefull conscience and a pleas'd content SOLILOQUIE V. BVt hark my soul the morning Bels invite thy early paces to a new delight Away away the holy Saints-bell rings Put on thy robes and oyle thy sacred wings Call home thy heart and bid thy Thoughts surcease To be thy Thoughts Go bind them to the peace Take good security or if such fail Commit them to the all-commanding Jail Of thy cram'd bags there to lie close and fast Vntill thy heav'n-atoning vomes be past Confine thy rambling pleasures to the trust of vacant howres And let thy wisdome thrust Indulgent Hagar and her base-born child From thy sad Gates Let them be both exil'd From thy soft bosome Let not Ishmael share With holy Isa'c Isa'c must be heire Nor let thy sorrow-melted heart bemone Thy banisht bondslave nor her thirsty sonne Take thou no care for them Heav'n will supply Their craving thirst with bottles from thine eye Leave all thy servill Fancies in the vaile Mount thou the sacred Hill and there bewaile Thy dying Isa'c whose free gift may be A living pledge betwixt thy God and thee Here maist thou feast thy soule and fill thy brest With heavenly Raptures and with holy Rest Here shall thy Piety sweeten all thy Rains And Grace shall here replieve what Grief distrains Here maist thou shrowd thee from those ev'ls that wait Vpon the frailty of thy frail estate Here may thy Griefs unbosome all their grones And find redresse from the high Throne of Thrones Hast them ô hie thee to that sacred place Why stay'st thou See the widened Armes of Grace Invite thy presence And with open brest Promise fair welcome to so fair a Guest O but my zeal-transported soul take heed Too rash a hast brings oft too dear a Speed Vers 1 Observe thy steps Thy feet are apt to slide If thy misguided paces swerve aside Death waits at either hand to make a prize Of wavering footsteps and miswandring eyes Near the best blessings neighb'ring dangers dwell The very Suburbs of blest Heaven is Hell Thus when thy awfull presence shall draw near These Hallalujous Courts advise and fear Put off thy shoes 'T is holy ground thou tread'st Be not too bold thou dy'st unlesse thou dread'st Now may thy holy boldnesse safely venture To passe these delectable Port and enter Now cloath thy heart with Reverence Be fill'd With secret Raptures Let thy fancy build No Castles here Beware thou banish hence The sinfull objects of invited Sense Make heav'ns command and let thy zealous motion Subscribe to that the cause of thy devotion Let heav'ns direction be thy form and bend Thy endfull heart to make heav'ns glory th' end Worship that 's moulded in Traditious Schooles Is but the Sensuall Sacrifice of Fooles Vers 2 Be wisely carefull what thy lip impart Bring thy soft tongue acquainted with thy heart Be slow to speak and be as quick to hear Heaven loves a single tongue a double eare Vers 4 Make hast to pay what thy vow'd Promise owes Destruction dwels in unperformed Vowes Thus mayst thou break the heart-corroding Fangs Of griping Care and scape the dying Pangs Of living death Here here thou mayst controul Earths power and imparadise thy soul In soft and sacred Rest beyond th'extent Of whining Grief and murm'ring discontent I but my soul grosse vanity even dwels In thy devotion whose ranck offering smels So strong of earth that very heavens deride Our very Altars and abhorre the Pride Of our disguis'd humility which brings Asecret curse upon our holyest things Hence hence my soul proceed those boystrous waves That plunge our frailties This ô this enslaves Our craven'd Spirits so that we even faile Or shrink before the Combat and turn taile To every slight affliction this unlevells Thy even-way'd Peace with indigested evills This sowers all thy sweets sads all thy Rest Nay dispossesses thee even whilst possest Of thy Imperious Treasure O then my soule where shall thy wounds obtain That soveraign balsome who shall ease thy pain In what blest ear will thy complaints find place What holy Altar shall thy arms embrace If here be no protection for opprest And lab'ring souls where shall poor souls have Rest Earths Joyes are vain and they that shall commit Trust in vaine earth are far more vain then it Cap. VI. 1 The vanity of riches without use 3 Of children 6 and old age without riches 9 The vanity of sight and wandring desires 11 The conclusion of vanities Vers 1 THere is an Ev'll which my observing eye Hath taken notice of beneath the skye It is an ev'll frequents the troubled brest Of wretched man and robs him of his rest Vers 2 To see where God hath multipli'd and giv'n What wealth and honor earth can beg of heav'n And yet no pow'r to use it but descends To very strangers O this Grief transcends Vers 3 Who multiply their loynes and years yet have Souls unsuffic'd with good and soil the grave With blemisht and dishonor'd names I say Abortive births are better far then they Vers 4 For he can hardly own a being whom Nature casts forth from the untimely womb Darknesse infolds him in her secret shades His name 's forgotten and his mem'ry fades Vers 5 The worlds surveighing Lamp does not affright The pleasing slumbers of his peacefull night There be no ears no eyes to hear to see The living soul hath not such rest as he Vers 6 Yea though he live a thousand years twice told What worth his eyes can his sad eyes behold Doe they not both arrive not both resort To the dull portals of the self-same Port Vers 7 The best reward of mans laborious sweat Is but a morsell of quotidian meat This may suffice his body Verse but the will Of his insatiate soule what hand can fill Verse 8 What is it then the wisemans labour gains More then the painfull foole by all his pains What wants the poore man that by prudent labour Knowes how to live more then his wealthy neighbour Verse 9 Better enjoy a competence and crave not More wealth then stil desire the wealth we have not To wish what if enjoy'd brings molestation Is but meere vanity and soules vexation Verse 10 The worldly confluence of treasure can Exempt no mortall from the lot of man Nor can his wealth instruct him to withstands The angry strokes of the Almighties hand Verse 11 Since the encrease of wealth procur'd by pain Preserv'd with feare with sorrow lost again Encreaseth griefe in the possessors brest What vantage then hath

day Among the rest the just man snatcht away In his just works whilst wicked find successe And prosper in their long-liv'd wickednesse Vers 16 Since then th'upright mans recompence is such Be not too wise nor righteous over much Why should thy too much righteousnesse betray Thy danger'd life and make thy life a prey Vers 17 Nor let the flesh suggest thee or advise Thy thoughts to be too wicked too unwise Why should thy folly captivate thy breath And make thee prisner to untimely death Vers 18 In all thy courses therefore it is best To lodge uprightnesse in thy constant brest For he that feareth the Almighty shall Outwear his ev●ll or find no ev'll at all Vers 19 Wisdome affords more strength more fortifies The undejected courage of the wise Then all the twisted pow'r of those that are The Guides of Cities or their men of warre Vers 20 Yet is there none beneath the crystall skyes So just in action or in word so wise That doeth always good or hath not bin Sometimes polluted with the stains of sin Vers 21 At passions language stop thy gentle eare Lest if thy servant curse thee thou shouldst hear Vers 22 For oftentimes thy heart will let thee see That others likewise have been curs'd by thee Vers 23 This wisdome by my travell I attain'd And in my thoughts conceiv'd that I had gain'd No common height but on a strict revise I found my wisdome came far short of wise Vers 24 Objects far distant secrets too profound What eye can entertain what heart can sound Vers 25 I bent my studious heart to search and pry Into the bosome of Philosophy I gave my self to understands the Art Of folly and the madnesse of the heart I found the harlots ways more bitter are Vers 26 Then death whose arms are Ginnes whose heart 's a snare Whom heav'n doth favour shall decline her Gates But sinners shall be taken by her baites Vers 27 Loe this I have observ'd the Preacher says By strict enquest into their sev'rall ways Vers 28 Whereof my restlesse my laborious mind Would make discov'ry but despairs to find Among a thousand men perchance that one May be trac'd out but among women none Vers 29 Loe here the fruits of all my disquisition Only to know the devious condition Of poor degen'rous man whose first estate Heav'n copied from himself upright and straight SOLILOQUIE VII SInce then my Soul the frail and false Estate Of fading happinesse cannot create The least contentment in thy various minde Whose fancy-guided motion cannot finde The point of Rest but like the boyling waves Tost in the storms of Earth sometimes outbraves The threatning Firmament then at a breath Darts down and dashes at the dores of death Since waxen-winged Honour is not void of danger whether aim'd at or enjoy'd Since heart-enchaunting Profit hath not fruit But care both in fruition and pursuit Since Pleasure like a wanton itch doth breed In the ranck flesh but scratcht untill it bleed Since laughter is but madnesse and high diet Th' officious Pander of our owndisquiet Since glorious Buildings and magnifique Towers Fructiferous Orchards odoriferous Bowers Full clusterd Vineyards Beauties and the choice Of Musick both by Instrument and voice Can lend thy heart no full content nor still The various clamours of th' insatiate will Since humane wisdome is but humane trouble And double knowledge makes our sorrow double Since what we have but lights our wish to more And in the height of plenty makes us poore And what we have not too too apt to crave Ev'n dispossesses us of what we have Nay since the very act of our devotion Can bring no Rest nor qualifie the motion Of our unbounded thoughts to sweeten out This span of frailty plung'd and orb'd about With floods of Bitternesse Since none of these Nor all can crowne our labours nor appease Our raging hearts O my deceived soule Where wilt thou purchase Peace Who shall controule Who shall suppresse those Passions that contest Within the kingdome of thy troubled brest Whither to what strange Region wilt thou fly To finde content and baulk that vanity Which haunts this bubble earth and makes thee still A slave to thy infatuated will Call home thy selfe Inspect thy selfe anew And take thy Birthright to afresh review Thou art immortall art divine by birth A spark of heav'n Thou art not borne of earth Earth is the footstoole of thy heavenly Throne Made for thy baser parts to trample on Look not so low my soule There 's nothing there Fit for thy sacred view It is no Sphere For thee to move in No let worms and beasts And salvage brutes trade there and lay their Gests Of progresse to surround with weary paces The base Confines of those inferiour Places I but my soule th' Alliance of my flesh Claimes kindred there takes pleasure to refresh Her wasted body there Earth is her mother The worme her sister and the beast her brother T is true she is thy spouse Heav'n ty'd the knot For none to loose but Heav'n I know her Lot Is mortall fraile and being born of earth Corrupt and weares the Badges of her birth If she transgresse it 's thou must beare the blame And all her deeds reflect upon thy name O then beware and if she needs must goe To visit earth first let her frailty know How apt she is to fall and she how prone To blurre and stayne thy honor and her owne Verse 1 A name unblemisht with the sinfull soyle Of sordid earth is as a precious Oyle Which like a soveraigne Antidote prevents That plague of vanity which earth presents Then tell her tell her that her mother Earth Must give her buriall as she gave her birth Tell her ô tell her Every gaspe of breath Are minuts moving to the howr of death And let her know The house of mourning brings Verse 2 More profit then the Palaces of Kings Tell her Lesse re all happinesse doth dwell In a full Banquet then a passing Bell Verse 3 Arme her with patience apt to entertaine Verse 8 Thy wise reproofs but if her passion raigne Correct it wisely Teach her sober eye Verse 10 A willing ignorance in things too high If liberall earth should chance to crowne her store Verse 11 Let her wise modesty receive no more Then she can manage Pilots that are wise Proportion out their Canvase to the skies Let not her knowledge with the Eagle fly Vnles her wisdome have an Eagles eye Verse 12 Wisdome digests what Knowledge did devoure Things sweet in tast are indigested sowre Verse 14 In prosp'rous fortunes let her joy be such That in hard times she may not grieve too much Verse 25 Let her count wisdome as her chiefest good And the price easie whether sweat or blood Verse 29 And let the Perclose of her thoughts be this To study what Man was and what Man is So now my soule thy well instructed flesh May visit earth and with her