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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

Physician And if God once deny his Patient bliss Whose must the fault be when the fault 's not his Alas alas 't is but in vain for any To strive to cure one grief that had so many As sad Jerusalem had her plagues were more Then all the world could reckon up before She had a Monop'ly she need not borrow She was the Hierogliphick of all sorrow Yet if in time she 'd made repentant moan Heav'n could have cur'd them all as well as one There is no Sin let it be great or small But Heav'n can find a balsam for them all My Soul thou art my Monarch therefore I May boldly look into thy Monarchy First praise thou Heav'n then learn to be content With what he sends thee let thy government Be still Monarchical and fenc'd about With fervent prayers to keep Sedition out Let watch and ward be kept lest Traytor Sin Betray thee Let not Faction come within Thy lists And still be careful to surprize Rebellious thoughts as soon as they arise For if they once appear within thy borders They 'l breed confusion and confus'd disorders Learn to be wisely politick and be Ready to let Religion counsel thee Let Reason be thy guide and let thy Laws Be truly executed Let thy Cause Be just and real then my Soul be sure To let thy fundamental Laws endure Till he that sits on the refulgent Throne Shall take thee hence and keep thee for his own CHAP. II. Contents 1 Jeremiah lamenteth the misery of Jerusalem 20 He complaineth thereof to God BEhold Heav'ns Metropolitan hath spread His gloomy clouds of anger on the head Of sad Jerusalem He hath destroy'd Those bounteous treasures Israel enjoy'd And from his mem'ry hath his footstool thrown When he with floods of anger was o'reflown And Jacobs habitations he unfram'd And wrathfully consum'd them Thus inflam'd The strongest Castles Judahs Daughter had He tumbled down and made her people sad And he to shew what his grand power could do Defil'd the Kingdom and the Princes too His two-edg'd passion hath cut off the horn And Chief of Israel made him a scorn To his deriding Foes and also stayd Yea and withdrawn his right hand from his ayd His fury like an all consuming flame Burn'd against Jacob and devour'd his name His wrestless arm hath bent his yeelding bow He stood resolved like a dauntless foe And in the Tabernacle he hath flew The eyes delight like fire his anger flew He threw down Israels strongest scituations And fill'd Jerusalem with lamentations And like a fruitless garden hath layd voyd Th' infected Tabernacle and destroy'd Th' Assemblies structures and an angry wind Hath blown their Feasts and Sabbaths from his mind Both Kings Priests in anger he forgot And look'd on them as if he saw them not His holy places and his Altar he Abhor'd and gave unto the Enemie Her fairest Palaces their ill-tun'd voyces As on a feast-day fill'd the Church with noises His hand stretch'd forth a line when he intended To ruine Sion that so much offended He hath resolv'd destruction therefore all The rampart languish'd with the gliding wall He hath destroy'd and batter'd down her grates The gaping Earth imbowel'd all her Gates Her King and Princes dwell with Gentiles and Her Laws are banish'd from her lawless Land Her Prophets gaze about the frowning skies Do represent no vision to their eyes Her mournful Elders on the ground repose And silently consent unto their woes They cloth'd themselves with sackcloth and they crown'd Their heads with dust they borrowed from the ground No joys were pleasing to the eys of them That were the Virgins of Jerusalem My bowels yern my tear-distilling eyes Are sore with gazing on the miseries Of frail Jerusalem Alas the feet Of her dear sucklings stagger in the street And like the wounded in the City send Their sighs for food unto their dearest friend And whilst they slumbred on their mothers brest They pour'd their Souls into eternal rest What shall I witness for thee O thou Gem Thou pining Daughter of Jerusalem To what shall I compare thee What can be O Sions Daughter equal unto thee Let all the world recure thee if they can For Ah thy breach is like the Ocean Alas thy purblind Prophets all have been Hoodwink'd with folly vain things have seen But ne'er discover'd thine iniquity Which was the cause of thy captivity Their mis-informed senses were content To see false Reasons for thy Banishment All that past by and saw thee thus decaying Clapt their rude hands yea hist at thee thus saying Is this the City that the wordlings call Beauties perfection This the joy of all Thy foes revile thee and as they pass by They gnash their teeth against thee thus they cry This is the day we look'd for now we know She is destroy'd we see her overthrow That which the King of Heav'n devised now He hath enacted and fulfil'd his vow He hath thrown down without remorse O see Thy adversaries triumph over thee This hath th' Almighty done for them at length He made thē strong yea advanc'd their strength They mov'd the Lord with their uncessant cries O wall of Sions daughter let thine eyes Run down like rivers give thy self no sleep Forget to smile and practise how to weep Arise and in the silent night bemoan Thy grief O cry unto th' Almighty One In the beginning of the watch implore Thy growing sorrows make a flood before Th' Eternals face O crave that he would please To sent thy young faint hungry children ease Consider Lord to whom thou 'st done this great lie This unrepented ill Shall women eat Their span-long children Shall thy slain Priests Tomb'd with thy Prophet in thy Sanct'ary The young and old have shar'd in equal harms They lie and tumble in each others arms Upon the flinty streets my Virgins fall With my young men the sword disliv'd them all Thus in thine anger hast thou struck them dead Thus hast thou kill'd and never pitied As in a solemn day my terrors round About thou 'st called so that none was found In the Lords day of anger to remain Those that I swadled and brought up in vain I brought them up the enemy infum'd Envy'd this off-spring and their days consum'd Meditatio in Capitulum SEe see my Soul what Heav'n hath done O see What 't is t' offend a pow'rful Majestie Go go and quickly tell the sons of men What 't is to rouze a Lion from his Den Bid them keep peace and quietness in Sion Bid them turn Lambs or Heav'n will turn a Lion Bid them take notice she that was the stem Of honour now is poor Jerusalem Alas alas experience made her know Griefs abstract and the quintescence of wo And ah my Soul who knows the course of sorrow There 't is to day it may be here to morrow Then have a care let thy well tutor'd grief Know rather how to purchase a relief Then plagues and torments

though the path be something rough and small Better 's a rough path then no path at all For now I ramble up and down and see No certainty except of miserie Is it discretion to pull down a fair Cathedral Church because one spider's there Is it discretion to condemn the Sun Because the Dials false the Times must run Their revolutions set the Dial right Then you 'l not want a truth till Sol wants light Let all things move within their orbs suppose Th' inferior lights should labor to depose The Prince of light and drive him from his throne And by an usurpation make 't their own What strange aspects would this produce t' affright Supine Astronomers to see that light Which was at distance now approach so neer And blaze in an improper Haemisphere Consider then would not the Stars let fall Too great an influence the Sun too small On humane bodies O may they remain In their own Region then would Sol again Enjoy his just prerogatives and feed The world with such a lustre as I need Peace is the light I want could I obtain But Peace how soon should I survive again Peace is the best Physician I require Nothing but Peace to quench my hot desire A good Physician will be sure to see E're he prescribes where lies the maladie Then he 'l begin to study and to try What may be best whether Phlebotomy Be good and if it be opens a vein And so restores his Patients ease again Thus thus grand authors of my woes should you Have done at first if ye had been but true To me but when at first my griefs you saw Ye thought it good to purge me with your Law And having purg'd me ye began to see How weak I was and what a low degree Y' ad brought me to and then ye fell at strife By killing me how to preserve my life You brought strange Doctors to me whose advice I 'm sure was purchas'd by too high a price They bid me lift my arms up to my head And stir my Body for diseases bred For want of exercise they bid me play A game or two at Irish every day I took th' advice then I begun to finde A sudden alteration and my minde Was so transported that me thoughts the ground Began to dance and I my self turn'd round I fell into a trance with this presumption And ever since I 've liv'd in a Consumption Let this example all the world assure An English Grief will have no Scottish Cure And so farewel if these be your conditions Henceforth you may prove But not Physicians Englands Petition to Heaven AH me Ah me can nothing but Ah me Fly from my barren heart dear God to thee Ah me and why will not that word import Ten thousand pray'rs that so I may resort Unto thy ears by Troops then would I run Division on ah me till Time were done Weak as I am distracted and defil'd I prostitute my self not as a childe Of Sin but as a Parent that has had A numerous off-spring Now my heart is sad O grant that my unfeigned grief may grow Upon a real graft that I may show The fruit of perfect sorrow and declare How great my sins how great thy mercies are Storm thou my sins and force them to retreat And make my craving brest thy mercies seat Strike thou my flinty Soul that my desires May from a spark encrease to flames Thy fires Must thaw my Icy Soul or else I shall Remain for ever a congealed Gall I am compos'd of steel and cannot bow Except thy dear instructions teach me how Attract me by the loadstone of thy grace That through thy mercies I may see thy face And having view'd it I may never more Return to what I Idoliz'd before I have a Lydia's heart in mercy please To open it thy mercies are the keyes Ravish my Soul that I may fall in love With thee my God with thee that art a Dove Of innocency Let my raptures mount As high as Heav'n that there I may recount Thy never failing love and sing thy praise With Davids heart until the last of days Tune thou my stupid Soul and then it shall Be truly sweet and heav'nly musical Convert my swords to sighs that I my fight With my own crimes and hate to take delight To lacerate my self O tye the hands Of fury make me stoop to thy commands Convert my tydes of blood to streams of tears My lyes to truths my horrid oaths to pray'rs Make me to apprehend how thou hast wept Of late for me whilest I securely slept Let not thy tears destroy me but let me Dissolve to tears dear God and weep to thee Is it the heat of my offences make The Heav'ns to melt O Heav'n some pity take Or has thy great discretion thought it good To send these showres to wash away that blood VVhich I have lost I know thy purer eyes Cannot endure a bloody sacrifice O stop thy bottle pity my sad times And grant to me more tears or fewer crimes Be pleas'd to view me with a gracious eye And let the lustre of thy Majesty Reflect upon me let thy glorious light Create a day of mercy that the night Of sin may be expel'd O hear my pray'rs Usher'd unto thee with a tyde of tears To me O let thy mercies be exprest And fill the concave of a sinful brest Sinful ah sinful more then I am able VVith language to express intolerable Behold my festred Soul whose wounds proceed From sin and being drest with sin they bleed They bleed dear Heav'n they bleed O what a flood A flood they make and I am bath'd in blood O stop this current that does still begin Or I shall drown a Kingdom in my sin O look upon me and in mercy please To send me salve to palliate my disease Begin to hear O GOD begin to send That so my sorrows may begin to end THE LAMENTATIONS OF JEREMIAH CHAP. I. Contents 1 The miserable estate of Jerusalem by reason of her sins 12 She complaineth of her grief 18 and confesseth Gods judgments to be righteous HOw doth the City that was blest of late With store of people now lament her state How like a poor distressed widow she Deplores her sorrows that was wont to be Great among Nations greater far then any How tributary is she now to many She drowns her blushing cheeks with midnight tears And from her lovers can obtain no pray'rs Her friends arm'd all with treachery arise And shew themselves her publique enemies Spu●●'d with affliction Judah's forc'd to fly And throw her self into Captivity B●cause of sense consuming servitude She dwells amongst the Heathen multitude Her Foes o're-took her when she was distrest Well might she wish for but could take no rest Sion is with redoubled grief surpriz'd Because her feasts by none are solemniz'd Her Gates are fill'd with desolation and Her Virgins tortur'd with afflictions hand Her Priests with sighs heart-breaking sighs

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