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The citizens flight with their re-call to which is added, Englands tears and Englands comforts / by John Quarles.
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Quarles, John, 1624-1665.
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1665
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Wing Q122; ESTC R11199
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THE Citizens Flight With their RE-CALL To which is added ENGLANDS TEARS AND ENGLANDS COMFORTS By JOHN QUARLES London Printed in the Year 〈◊〉 THE CITIZENS Flight and Fear c. WHat does the Whale persue a shole of fish Whether so fast no safety but in wish Whether ah whether will ye take your flight Gods Arrows fly by day as well as Night No Path's without a Judgment Do not waste And spend your times bring danger by ye 'r haste Stay stay lest in your hasty flight ye meet Your hearts must bring your safety not your Feet The thing you flie from Judgment knows no bound And he that lurkes most close is soonest found Can the poor tim'rous game lie hid or bauke The furious Talons of the Quick-ey'd Hauke The all-discerning eye of Heav'n can see That ill which lurks in most obscuritie And he that hides himself does but discover Himself because Gods Judgements alwayes hover And fly aloof there is no way to shun The piercing heat of the Meridian Sun They must expect more Pestilential times That lives in th' Equinoctial of their Crimes The Dog-star of our lusts does now excell And governs to a perfect Miracle What shall we sin and think our sins shall pass Without reward shall we do good Alas And that we seldom do and not expect To bring our labour to a good effect We cannot act but Heaven will sure regard Our actions and afford us our reward Especially if good 't is each mans-deed That either heals his wound or makes it bleed The hand of Heaven strikes sure and he that flies To save his life oft in his flying dies But if we needs must fly let our flight be Lord from our too too sinful selves to thee If not we only flutter in the night Not knowing how nor where we take our flight We fly to th' terra incognita and there Our flights rewarded with perpetual care But if we to the Land of promise fly We enjoy the blessing of a serene Skey There 's there 's the place where neither cold nor heat Are in extreams all things are good and great No diminutions but compleated Fate Is still supported in a constant State My Muse is grown melodious and it sings wings We need not fear our flight when Heaven gives Angelick plumes can neither flag nor tire No air so pow'rful as a good desire A good desire is like a Chymick heat Constant and fervent not to small nor great For if it be not constant it retards Putrefaction and he 's happy that regards The end of his beginning he that begins In Mercy is to blame to end in Sins He sins indeed that sins against the light Of his own knowledge let perpetual might Be still intayl'd on him that will not say He knows a difference betwixt night and day Yet sin and ignorance makes all things dark Light though contain'd in the smallest spark Is light enough to let our darkness know There is a God whose goodness did bestow These lights upon us a dark Lanthorn may Be light to others yet to me 't is day Though heaven himself did oftentimes appear And speak in Clouds yet was his language clear Though he appear'd in fire he checkt the flame The bush was unconsum'd though Moses came To see his face yet he was glad at heart To know his fore-side by his hinder part I 'm sure oh Lord thou hast no other face But what I want and what is that 't is grace Lord I am satisfy'd and I will be Content to feel the thing I cannot see And let my last experience make it good Thy hand is seal'd with my Redeemers blood I hope the Bond 's uncancel'd if it be Lord thou art paid I hope and I am free I mean from my Original but Lord I must confess I 've lately past my word And I have broke my promise Lord the Gaol Must be my refuge for I have no Bail Except thy Mercy which I have so oft Abused Lord and at thy Judgements scoft That should I now presume to make a tryal I ' Justly might expect thy just denial Yet why shouldst thou deny me had the Thief His pardon and shall I have no relief Lord pardon this my rashness how dare I Expostulate with thee or ask a why My lips are sealed yet oh Lord I dare Give me but Grace to open them by Prayer As thou hast given Prayer for my heart So give my heart for prayer let me not part Till I am answer'd nay I will if prayer Has any power extenuate my care On purpose to enlarge it I will be An Orator till thy Divinitie Shall melt as Clouds drop fruitful showers of Rain And make me only fit to beg again All other Judgments wispers this cries loud Let 's Judge the tempest by th' approching cloud Oh how unhappy is that purblind Land That takes the little Finger for the Hand Judgment will make us tremble by degrees Reader remember great Belshazars knees Needs must that woful Nation be acurst Suspect Religion when Divines flie first They have forgot what was the Israelites hap When powerful Moses sentenell'd the gap Will Moses fly from Aaron oh hard-heart 'T is a bad sign when loving Brothers part How shall poor hungry Infants get their bread When their hard-hearted Nurses all are fled Oh cruel tyranny what can be worse When the poor Infant 's murther'd by the Nurse Hard-hearted Nurse that can be so unkind To fly away and leave her Babe behinde Fly Nurses fly to any secret place But be so kind to leave the Babe of grace I mean your Charities and then we shall By our Diseases thrive when you will fall By your dispair endeavour to be true Then praise your God with soul and body too For he that made them both hath the same power To save them both from an unhappy hour Be careful and amidst your cares be just There is no greater sin then sad distrust Distrust invites a Plague when humble zeal Can palliate by degrees th' infected weal. Prayers Sighs and Tears being well composed can Cure all distempers incident to man If this be then our Cure let hearts and eyes Agree together let our storms arise And never cease untill they 've spent their showers When we have spent our store Heaven shows his powers Our end is his beginning let us end Our sins and he will soon begin to send His Mercy to compleate a happy story For blest beginnings alwaies end in glory Prayer is an introduction to our bliss And makes th' offender and the offended kiss Not kiss and part but kiss and so conjoyne And turn our tears of Water into Wine Wine Sacramental mercy makes it sweet Oh! happy time when sin and mercy meet Meet not to stay together but to part For both cannot be welcome to one heart Have I not seen a flock of Birds whose flight Has bin occasion'd by a sudden fright Fly up and down and clamoring in the