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A56853	Fons lachrymarum, or, A fountain of tears from whence doth flow Englands complaint, Jeremiah's lamentations paraphras'd, with divine meditations, and an elegy upon that son of valor Sir Charles Lucas / written by John Quarles.	Quarles, John, 1624-1665.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.	1649 (1649)	Wing Q128; ESTC R235077	54,591	166

still fear the Rod Of his Correction yet appear I must Sure sure he 's merciful as well as just Cheer up dejected Soul and thou shalt see His mercy's greater then thy sins can be MEDITAT. 9. Can Heav'n forget himself or can he say That thing o're night he cannot do next day Can friends forget their children or deny Their dearest blood or can a mountain fly Heav'n says he 'l be a Father till the end Then he 's a fool that doubts so true a friend MEDITAT. 10. A friend indeed but how can I expect To purchase friendship by my own neglect For ah how often hath Heav'n pleas'd to say Ye that are heavy loaden come away And I will give you ease Alas but I Thought sin no burthen neither thought to dye MEDITAT. 11. But now I see the frailty of my mind I thought I was imprison'd when confin'd Only one hour to goodness nay that hour I thought a year until I had the power To free my self when freed I had forgot What goodness was as though I 'd heard it not MEDITAT. 12. And should I strive to reckon up my sins How can he make an end that still begins The sands upon the Seas nay and the hair Upon my head are Cyphers in compare Of my excessive sins yet Heav'n can call Me as he did the spend-thrift Prodigal MEDITAT. 13. I know my sins are great and do increase Within my Sion and disturb my Peace O what am I dear Heav'n I am thy creature My sins are great but yet thy mercy 's greater Pardon blest Heav'n forgive what I have done Thou art my Father own me as thy Son MEDITAT. 14. It is a happiness to scorn the mirth Of this confused transitory Earth And he who is ambitious to create A happiness must make the world his hate Then if self-love appear we know for what We love our selves in truly hating that MEDITAT. 15. Life is the lifes preparative and Death The deprivation of unconstant breath A well directed life shall always find Society in Death a glorious mind Shall have a glorious a celestial friend To guard his glory to a glorious end MEDITAT. 16. But can a mind enammel'd with the glory Of Heav'n have end or else is Death a story Death is the end of Life and yet we see Life is deriv'd from Deaths soveraigntie 'T is quickly known the Death of Sin must give The para'ned Soul a priviledg to live MEDITAT. 17. Heav'n is the seat of Happiness and Hell The place of fury where the Furies dwell Then mount my Soul upon the spreading wings Of lofty Faith fly towards the King of Kings Whilest here thou shalt inhabit learn to know That Heav'n's too high for them that fly too low MEDITAT. 18. I am but sordid earth that 's dayly plow'd With grief and care and sorrows hourly croud Into my weak dominions and remain Like greedy Tenants thirsting after gain My eyes are always open to behold New woes for I am form'd in sorrows mould MEDITAT. 19. I am a reeling Pinnace and I sail From Port to Port sometimes a humble gale Salutes my spreading sails and by and by The waves contemning my prosperity Spit in my face being hurried by their tydes They seem to crawl into my sweating sides MEDITAT. 20. I am a clouded day I promise rain Sometimes I 'm stormy and then clear again Sometimes the Sun of Pence begins t' appear But cannot shine in sorrows Hemisphere Saddest of thoughts needs must he be distrest That finds unconstant weather in his brest MEDITAT. 21. I am a vapor having not the power T' endure the fervor of one shining hour Vapors cannot withstand a mid-days heat Afflictions must be hot where sins are great 'T is not unlike a misty morning may Oft-times prove usher to a glorious day MEDITAT. 22. I am a trembling reed and every day The wind and I are subject to a fray I 'm bruis'd and shall be broken if some hand Sustain me not I shall forget to stand But stay my Soul and hear Jehovah speak I vow the bruised reed I will not break MEDITAT. 23. I am but earth corrupted with my deeds Which are but like unprofitable weeds My soil is rank and barren and it bears No grain at all no not so much as tears Wouldst thou increase my Soul I 'le teach thee how Sow but the seeds of Faith God speeds the plow MEDITAT. 24. Despair not when affliction plows the ground Doubt not increases if the seed be found Heav'n loves a fruitful harvest and his hand Is always active to manure the Land He takes the chiefest care the greatest pains He crowns the work 't is we that reap the gains MEDITAT. 25. Man's like a house whose outward beauty may Yield pleasure to the eye If we survey The inward rooms there we may find enough Of untrim'd natures sluttish houshold-stuff Wouldst thou be fair within O man and neat Turn but thy inside out thou 'lt be compleat MEDITAT. 26. Do greedy Ravens hunger do they cry For food and are they fed and must not I I beg I crave and yet am hungry still I pine I starve and Ravens have their fill I know great God I have offended thee Because thou seed'st the Ravens and not me MEDITAT. 27. Do Lillies flourish do they still remain Neatly adorn'd and yet they take no pain They neither spin nor card they take no care And yet they 're cloth'd and I poor I go bare I know great God I have offended thee Because thou cloth'st the Lillies and not me MEDITAT. 28. Why am I thus tormented with the Rod Of my afflictions Hath my angry God Forgot his creature Shall I never have A little ease but be affliction 's slave Forbear my grumbling Soul cheer up and be Mindful of him and he 'l remember thee MEDITAT. 29. And why does Heav'n afflict me but because He 'l make me know my self and learn his Laws Then why am I disquieted If he Intends my good shall I prove enemie Unto my self My Soul take care be still Vnless he turns that good into an ill MEDITAT. 30. Then learn my soul when Heav'n afflicts to know 'T is for thy sins he does it and to show The greatness of his mercy and to make Thee love affliction for the Afflictors sake Be wise and provident and thou shalt see 'T was good for David 't will be good for thee MEDITAT. 31. If thou wilt learn my Soul how to endure With patience thy afflictions be thou sure That when the hand of angry Heav'n shall smite Thou dost not grumble like the Israelite Strive thou for patience heav'n wil teach thee how To bear affliction with a cheerful brow MEDITAT. 32. What though the waves of thy afflictions rise And rage abundantly lift up thy eyes And cry to Heav'n let patience calm thy mind And know that purest gold must be refin'd And when affliction brings thee to the brink Of death remember Peter did not sink MEDITAT.

express Their grief Ah Sion's fill'd with bitterness Her chiefest people are her chiefest foes Just Heav'n with these innumerable woes Plagues her transgressions and the enemy Drives her dear Children to Captivity And that rare beauty which adorn'd and grac'd Sions dear daughter is of late defac'd Her Princes fly and ransack all about Like hungry Harts to finde a pasture out They all are fled and flying can procure No strength t' oppose the merciless pursuer But when Jerusalem was thus confin'd T' afflictions lawless bounds she call'd to minde Her by past pleasures and those days which she For now her crying sins are grown so great That Heav'n hath thrown her from his mercies seat All those that lov'd her yea and highly priz'd her Seeing her shameful nakedness despis'd her She sighs turns her back as though she 'd borrow A private breath t' express a publique sorrow For being fill'd with wickedness Her end She never thought of neither had she friend To comfort her O Lord my God behold My great afflictions Ah my foe grows bold And magnifies himself His stretch'd-out hand Hath spoyld the pleasures of my fruitful Land The very Heathen whom thou didst deny Thy Congregation do contemn defie Thy just commands and with unseemly paces Inforce an entrance to thy holy places Her bread-desiring people fill'd with grief Give their chief treasures for a small relief Behold O Lord consider my distress For I am vile and fill'd with wickedness Oh stop your hasty feet ye that pass by And look upon my new-bred misery Sum up the totals of all grief then borrow A million more 'T is nothing to that sorrow Which I support wherewith the angry power Hath pleas'd t' afflict me in His wrathful hour For he from his all-ruling throne hath sent Into my bones a fiery Government Yea and his ever-active hand hath set And I am desolate and fainting lie Being turn'd from him am turn'd to misery Fast to my servile neck He hath bound on The wreathed yoke of my transgression Impair'd my strength and by His just commands I 'm thrown into my persecutors hands Where I remorsless I must still remain Voyd of all hope to be enlarg'd again His unresisted strength hath broke the bones And made a footstool of my Mighty Ones A great Assembly He hath call'd that may Punish my youngmen that will not obey And Judahs fairest Virgin Daughter 's trod As in a winepress by th' Almighty God And O these sorrows O these miseries Stir up a tempest in my clouded eyes Mine eyes mine eyes run o're I dayly spend More tears then any brain can apprehend My foes prevail my children all are led Into Captivity my hopes are fled Sion spreads forth her feeble arms t' express She seeks for comfort but is comfortless The Lord of hoasts commands that Jacobs eyes Shall round about him see his enemies And poor despis'd distrest Jerusalem Is as a menstruous woman amongst them My God is just yet I rebellious I Transgrest against his glorious Majesty O hear my people let your ears but borrow A minutes time from Time to hear my sorrow My Virgins and my young men all are fled Into Captivity my Priests are dead My Friends refuse to hear me when I call For want of food my hungry Elders fall O Lord behold see how I am opprest My heart thumps at the portals of my brest Oh I have sinned and my sins indite me Abroad the Sword at home grim Death affrights me My friends have heard my groaning and my grief Is known to them But I know no relief My foes with clamorous voyces fill the Earth And make my grief the subject of their mirth But Heav'n hath nam'd a day when these my foes Shall be Co-partners in my mock'd at woes O God let not their faults be hid from thee But deal with them as thou hast dealt with me My heart is faint my struggling sighs are many My griefs too great to be exprest by any Meditatio in Capitulum IF thou wouldst know my Soul what har●s attend A sinners progress to his journeys end Here here thou mayst if with impartial eyes Thou wilt observe the unsatiate miseries Of poor Jerusalem whose tedious groans Whose sighs and sobs and tears the world bemoans Observe her heedless steps and thou shalt know Sin was the Author of her self-will'd Wo. 'T was sweet at first but sowre in th' event That little word assumes a large extent Where Sin predominates there we may find The inconvenience of a troubl'd mind For when the mind 's perplex'd then we begin Either to fall to or to fall from Sin For like the restless Sea she 's active still And always agitating good or ill If well imploy'd she builds a wall about The Soul to keep approaching dangers out But if she spends her thriftless hours in Evil She makes a banquet to invite the Devil Who with his subtle and misguiding force Will re-invite her to a second course And then let Christians judg how much disquiet That Soul sustains that loves the Devils dyet Ah then my Soul if thou desir'st to be Exempted from the lot of miserie Make Heav'n thy refuge there thou mayst be sure To find contentment and repose secure Thou needst not fear there is no poys'nous thing Can wound that Soul that truly loves his King Nor all the malice mortals can invent Shall add to thee one mite of discontent There is no sorrow no calamity T' oppress thy thoughts No wry-look'd enemy T' upbraid thy actions then my Soul advise How much it profits to be heav'nly wise Ah had Jerusalem whose grief no pen Can e're engrave into the hearts of men Been wisely wary she had never known Those late reap'd sorrows which her sins had sown Had she but search'd her bosom and contriv'd Her actions well her glory had surviv'd Had she with Davids tears in time repented Those uncorrected sins her heart lamented She had not felt those judgments which did wait Vpon the ruines of her falling State But whilst her eyes were muffl'd and deluded Folly came in where Reason was excluded Needs must that Kingdom unto ruine run Where Folly sets and rises with the Sun Like as the body that 's oppress'd with grief Can neither hope for nor obtain relief Till the disease be known there 's none can tell The rage of sickness that was always well Even so Jerusalem because that she Judg'd not the Reason of her Miserie Till she was past recovery could never Have health restor'd her but was sick for ever Alas alas that Kingdom needs must fall That has a grief so Epidemical Had she but like the Ninevites in time Stop'd those distemp'ring humors which did climb Above her strength her grief had quickly ended And Heav'n revok'd those judgments he intended Med'cines are vain things when apply'd too late And through delay a grief grows desperate He that is Sin-sick is in bad condition Except Heav'n please to be his Souls

was 't not a shameful strife To send a Death after a promis'd Life If this be Mercy Heav'n protect us all From such a Mercy so tyrannical If this be Justice may such Justice have A Hell to act in or at least a Cave What had he acted that could contradict The Laws of Justice Search and be as strict As policy can make you all ye can Impute was this he was a valiant man Who lov'd his King and undertooke to play A noble Game wherein his honor lay At stake what would you have a Gamester do Should he surrender up a game to you Without contending Such a high-bred shame Had left a blur within his spotless name I tremble at my thoughts I cannot hold My quill must run ye can but term me bold As ye are tyrannous In former times Boldness in truths were pardonable crimes How could ye chuse but tremble when ye nam'd His death whom honor and the world had fam'd Such deeds as these we needs must discommend Y 'ave murther'd your own honors and our friend How could ye chuse but blush to see him stand Undaunted at your tragical command How could ye chuse but fly when he was fled T' imbrace his death and dye when he was dead How could your will-obeying slaves let fly A bullet at his brest and they not dye Why dy'd they not when as they went about To make those holes whereat his Soul flew out Mars frown'd when he observ'd what ye had done And perpetrated on his dearest Son And thus declares If any mortal shall Dare to intitle or presume to call Such Rabshecha's his Sons that they shall be All voted Traytors to his Majestie The Muses they complain and are agreed To vindicate his death and ever feed Upon his virtues and will never more Smile on your actions but will still deplore Their lost-love Lucas and the Earth shall ring With Ecchoes of his praise that lov'd his King Apollo weeps and says ye have forgot To cherish virtue or ye love it not And to the world he 'l fully make it known In his destruction ye have overthrown Your home-bred honors Now my Muse retire And gather breath 't is wisdom to enquire Which way to take our progress we must know Whither to go as well as how to go The paths of death are darksom and we may Plead an excuse if we have gone astray Errors in grief are incident to all That truly solemnize a funeral But stay my quill 't is not my task to crave Excuses but to treat upon a grave A grave within whose sullen bosom lies A Jem contemn'd by those that could not prize So rare a piece within whom was repos'd Virtue and honor for he was compos'd Of both Kind Reader know that Lucas had A Magazin of worth his Soul was clad With robes of innocency and his heart So sworn to honor that it could not start From noble Exercises though attended With troops of dangers dangers that portended A thousand deaths his wisdom could descry Both life and death with a contented eye Life was his Jewel yet he did not prize That life at such a rate as to despise A noble Death he labor'd to express To both a very equal willingness He knew his life was lent him to maintain The rights of Majesty and to regain Those just prerogatives which do belong To CHARLS who patiently sustains the wrong His Soul was undivided and could never Ramble from Loyalty his whole endeavor Was to advance that Cause wherein he stood Engag'd and dy'd it with his crimson blood Since thus he liv'd since thus he dy'd oh then Let 's imitate so good a life and when We hear the sad relation of his Death Let 's learn to dye Let them that live by breath Examine his brave actions and they 'l find He had a rare militia in his mind But stoutest Lions are at last o'rethrown By Natures Laws for Nature needs must own Her principles our earthen vessels must At last dissolve and turn themselves to dust Live we a thousand years we do but run In debt to Nature and when those days are done We are but mortal subject to decay And youth and age must go the self-same way Reader as often as report shall send Unto thy ears the death of any friend Wonder not that he 's dead that 's too much wrong But rather wonder that he liv'd so long For Life 's but like a Can●le every wind May puff it out and leave a snuff behind But whither runs my pen Does sorrow mean To make of this an everlasting scean Lucas made Sorrow lovely Death a pleasure And Life a trifle Misery a treasure And now let no audacious tongue deny That he taught Death to live and Life to dye Now gentle Soul go take thy sweet repose In Heav'ns eternal bed where none but those Shall sleep that in their life-times study'd how To dye there rest dear Soul I 'le leave thee now My heart begins to quake that word has bred A palsie in my hand and grief has spred A vail upon my Senses and Confusion Steps in and leads me to a sad Conclusion Shall I begin or end I know not whether Oh that I could begin and end together Begin what 's that but to renew a grief To end what 's that but to implore relief What shall I do when as I strive to end I still forget to do what I intend When I begin methinks I am content Never to end Distraction is th' event Of Sorrow Reader pardon this last error For I began with grief and end with terror AN EPITAPH Come gentle eyes and take a view Here rests a Jewel was as true As Truth it self see how he lies Renown'd and crown'd a Sacrifice Lay your hands upon your hearts Each eye must weep before it parts Sigh and sob let each sigh call Love to attend his Funeral Vnderstand that this was he Conquer'd Death and Tyrannie And when your eyes begin to run Say ye 'ave gaz'd upon a Sun AN ELEGIE Upon the Death of my dear Friend Mr ROBERT REASON Who quitted this life the 13. NOVEMBER 1646. Sic voluêre Fata By J.Q. AH whence proceed those swelling floods that rise Like restles waves frō my tempestuous eys The surges beat provok'd by stormy passion My weather-beaten senses out of fashion But ah forbear distemp'ring grief surcease Those storms which rage against the shore of peace Forbear superfluous blasts be not too brief To dash my Soul against the rocks of grief But stop a time sad Genius here 's a stile Invites a rest Let 's meditate a while Can tears express a perfect grief Or can Excess of language re-inlarge a man From Death-benumming shades Can blubber'd eyes Invite him back Can integrating cries Enforce a life in spight of death Can all The doleful sighings in this world recall Revolted breath Oh no 'T is therefore vain To think that tears can call him back again From Heav'ns immortalizing