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Diuine fancies digested into epigrammes, meditations, and observations / by Fra. Quarles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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wound his Childe Where we should be severe w' are oft too milde Vnequall Ely was thy Sentence iust To censure Zeale and not to punish Lust Could thy parentall mildnesse but have past The former by as eas'ly as the last Or had the last by just proportion bin Rated but like the first supposed sin Perchance thy aged head had found encrease Of some few dayes and gone to sleepe in peace Passions misplac'd are dangerous Let all Remember Elies Faults with Elies Fall 7. On the refining of Gold HAst thou observed how the curious hand Of the Refiner seekes to understand The inadult'rate purenesse of his Gold He waighs it first and after does infold In Lead and then commits it â—o the Fire And as the Lead consumes the Gold drawes â—igher To his perfection without wast or losse Of his pure substancâ— but his waight his drosse The Great Refiner of Mans baser Heart Vses the like nay showes the selfe-same Art He weighs it first and finding it too full Of Trash and Earth he wraps it in some dull And leaden crosse of Punishment or Sin Then tryes it in Afflictions Fire wherein The Lead and Drosse evaporate together And leaves the Heart refin'd and quit of â—ither Thus though Mans Heart be lessen'd by the Crosse And lighter 'T is but lighter by the Drosse 8. On Dagon and the Arke WHat newes with Dagon Is thy Shrine so hot Thou canst not keepe it Or has Dagon got The falling sicknes that his Godship's found On such a posture prostrate on the Groâ—nd Poore helplesse God! But stay Is Dagon growne So weake ith'hamms Nor stand nor rise alone A God and cannot rise T is very odde He must have help or lye A proper God! Well Dagon must requier helpe of hands Vp Dagon goâ—s the second time and stands As confident as though his place had bin His owne in Fee Downe Dagon falls agin But Dagon's shrewdly martyr'd with the jumpe Lost hands and Head and nothing left but stumpe Sure all 's not well with Dagon now a late Hee 's either sicke or much forgot the State Belonging to so great a God Has none Offer'd some stinking Sacrifice or blowne Some nauseous fume into his Sacred Nose And made his God-ship dizzy Or who knowes Perchance h 'as taken Pett and will resigne His sullen place and quitt his empty Shrine No wonder a false God should stoope and lye Vpon the floore when as a true God's by It was unlikely Dagon should forbeare Respite of Homage when the Arke was there If I would worship a false God at all It should be one that would not scorne to fall Before his Betters whose indiff'rent arme If it could doe no good could doe no harme I 'd rather choose to bend my idle knee Of all false gods to such a God as Hee Whose spirit 's not too quick The fabulous Frogg Found greater danger in the stork then Logge And to conclude I 'd choose him Dagon-like Not having Head to plot nor Hand to strike 9. On Saul and David SVre Saul as little lookd to be a King As I and David dreamd of such a thing As much as he when both alike did keepe The one his Fathers Asses t'other Sheepe Saul must forsake his Whip And David flings His Crooke aside And they must both be Kings Saul had no sword and David then no speare There was none Conquer'd nor no Conqu'ror there There was no sweat There was no blood to shed The unsought Crowne besought the wearers head There was no Stratagem No Opposition No taking parts No jealous Competition There needs no Art There needs no sword to bring And place the Crown where God appoints the King 10. On David and Goliah SAthan's the great Goliah that so boasts And threats our Israel and defyes her Hosts Those smoother Stones couragious David tooke From the soft bosome of the silver Brooke Are Scriptum ests The Sling that gives them flight Is Faith That makes them flye and flye aright Lord lend me Davids Sling and then I know I shall have Davids strength and courage too Give me but skill to pick such Stones as these And I will meet Goliah when he please 11. On Sauls Witch WHen Saul receiv'd no answer down froÌ„ heav'n How quickly was his jealous passion driven A despr'ate Course He needs must cure the Itch Of his extreame desiers by a Witch When wee have lost our way to God how levell How easie to be found 's the way toth ' Divell 12. On the necessity of Gods presence VVHen thou wert present with thy strengthning Grace Saul prophesied and fought But when Great God thou didst with-draw thy face Murther was in his thought Thus as thou giv'st or tak'st away thy hand We either fall or stand 13. Davids Epitaph on Jonathan HEre lyes the fairest Flowre that stood In Isr'els Garden now in Blood Which Death to make her Girland gay Hath cropt against her Triumph Day Here here lies Hee whose Actions pen'd The perfect Copie of a Frend Whose milke-white Vellam did incurre No least suspition of a Blurre Here lyes th' example of a Brâ—ther Not to be follow'd by another The faire indented Counter-part Of Davids Joy of Davids Heart Rest then For â—ver rest alone Thy Ashes can be touch'd by none Till Death hath pickt one such another Here lyes a Flow'r a Friend a Brother 14. On Gods Word GOds sacred Wâ—rd is like the Lampe of Day Which softens wax but makes obdure the clay It either melts the Heart or more obdures It never falls in vaine It wounds or cures Lord make my brest thy Hive and then I know Thy Bees will bring in Waxe and Honey too 15. On Man BY Nature Lord men worse then Nothing be And lesse then Nâ—thing if compar'd with Thee If lesse and worse then Nothing tell me than Where is that Sâ—mthing thou so boasts proud Man 16. On Ahazâ—Diall MAns Heart 's like Ahaz Diall If it flees Not forward it goes backward ten Degrees 17. On Lust. LVst is an Ignis fatuus that arises From the base Earth that playes her wanton prizes In solitary Hearts and ever haunts Darke places whose deceitfull flame inchaunts The wandring steps of the diverted stranger Still tempting his mis-guided feet to danger She never leaves till by her faire delusion Shee brings him headlong to his owne confusion 18. On Thamar and Ammon SHe must be lov'd Then courted and what more Enjoy'd then hated then expeld the dore Ammon must be discov'red must obtaine License to Feast and then be drunke then slaine O what Repose is had in sinfull Breath Whose love in hate whose mirth coÌ„cludes in death 19. On Love and Lust. THey 'r wide that take base Lust for Loves halfe-brother Yeelding two Fathers but the selfe same Mother Lust is a Monster that 's conceiv'd and bred Of the abused Will maintain'd and fed With sensuall thoughts Of nature rude uncivill Of life robustious and whose Sire 's the Devill But Love 's the Childe of
th' uncorrupted Will Nourisht with Vertue poys'ned with the swill Of base respects Of nature sweet and milde In manners gentle eas'ly knowne whose Childe For by the likenesse ev'ry eye may gather That he 's the Off-spring of a heav'nly Father This suffers all things That can suffer nothing This never ends That ever ends in loathing T'one loves the Darknesse most The other Light The last's the Childe of Day The first of Night The one is meeke The other full of Fyre This never laggs That ever apt to tyre T'one's rash and furious T'other milde and sage That dies with youth whilst This survives with age The One's couragious Tother full of Feares That seekes The other baulks both eyes and eares In briefe to know them both aright and misse not In all respects t'one is what to'ther is not So farre from Brothers that they seeme disioyn'd Not in Condition only but in kinde Admit a falshood that they had one Mother The best that Lâ—st can claime 's a Bastard Brother Great God must thou be conscious of that Name Which jealous Mortals â—ount the height of shame And not thy Nuptiall Bed alone defil'd But to be charged with the base-borne Childe And yet not mov'd and yet not move thy Rod Hast thou not cause to be a Iealous God Can thy just Iealousies Great God be grounded On Mans disloyalty not Man confounded 20. On a Tinder-Boxe MY Soule is like to Tinder whereinto The Devill strikes a Sparke at ev'ry blow My Heart 's the Flint The Steele Temptation is And his Suggestions hit and never misse His Hand is sure My Tinder apt to catch Soone sets on fier ev'ry profer'd Match 21. On ACHITOPHEL SAge were thy Counsels and as well apply'd If thou hadst had but Loyalty on thy side I like thy last Designe above the rest When thou hadst set thy house in order best In all Exploits the Rule is not so ample Not halfe so beneficiall as th' Example Th' Almighty prosper Christian Crownes and blesse All such like Counsels with the like successe Confound Achitophel and Lord impart His Head to us and to our Foes his Heart 22. On Sinne. Vnhappy man Whos 's every breath Is Sin Whos 's every Sin is death SIN first Originall Then our actuall Sin Our Sins that sally forth Our Sins that lurk within Our wilfull Sins and worlds of Sins by chance Our conscious Sins our Sins of darker Ignorance Our oâ—t-repeated Sinsâ—never â—never reckon'd Gainst the first Table Sins Sins done against the second Our pleading Sins our Sins without a cause Our gospel Sins rebâ—llious Sins against thy laws Our Sins against our vowes fresh Sins agin Sin of infirmity and high presumptious Sin Thus like our Lines our Lives begin Continue and conclude in Sin 23 On the Sun and starres OVr dying Saviour's like the setting Sun His Saints on earth are like the Stars of night Experience tels us till the Sun be gon The starres appeare not and retaine no light Till Sun-set we descerne no Starres at all And Saints receive their Glory in his fall 24. On Absolon and Sampson SAmpsons defect and thy excesse of hayre Gave him his death oth'ground thee thine i th' ayre His thoughts were too deprest thine sor'd too high As mortals live so oftentimes they die 25. On Gods favour GOds favour 's like the Sun whose beams appeare To all that dwell in the worlds Hemispheare Though not to all alike To some they expresse Themselves more radiant and to others lesse To some they rise more early and they fall More late to others giving day to all Some soyle's more grosse and breathing more impure And earthy vapours forth whose foggs obscure The darkned Medium of the moister aire Whilst other Soiles more perfect yield more rare And purer Fumes whereby those Beames appeare To some lesse glorious and to some more cleare It would be ever Day Day alwayes bright Did not our interposed Earth make night The Sun shines alwayes strenuous and faire But ah our sins our Clouds benight the ayre Lord drayne the Fenns of this my Boggy soule Whose grosser vapours make my day so foule Thy SON hath strength enough to chase away These rising Foggs and make a glorious Day Rise and shine alwayes cleare but most of all Let me behold thy glory in thy Fall That being set poore I my flesh being hurld From this may meet thee in another world 26. On a spirituall Feaver MY soule hath had a Fever a long while O I can neither rellish nor digest My nimble Pulses beat my veynes doe boile I cannot close mine eyes I cannot rest O for a Surgeon now to strike a Vaine That that would lay my Heate and ease my Paine No no It is thy Blood and not my owne Thy Blood must cure me Iesus or else none 27. On Davids â—hoise FAmine the Sword the Pestlence which is least When all are great which worst when bad 's the best It is a point of Mercy yet to give A choise of death to such as must not live But was the choise so hard It seemes to me There was a worse and better of the three Though all extreame Me thinks the helpe of hands Might swage the first The bread of forraine lands Might patch their lives make some slender shift To save a while with necessary thrift Me thinks the second should be lesse extreame Then that Alas poore Israel could not dreame Of too much peace that had so oft division Among themselves and forrain opposition Besides their King was martiall his acts glorious His heart was valiant and his hand victorious Me thinks a Conquerour a Man o th' sword Should nere be puzzeld aâ— so poore a word In both however David at the worst Might well presume he should not die the first But oh the Plague's impartiall It respects No quality of Person Age nor Sex The Royall brest 's as open to her hand As is the loosest Pesant in the land Famin the Sword the Pest'lence David free To take his choice and pick the worst of three He that gave David power to reâ—use Instructed David in the Art to chuse He knew no forrain KingdoÌ„e could afford Supply where God makes Dearth He knew the Sword Would want an arm the arm would want her skill And skill successe where heav'n prepares to kill He knew there was no trust no safe recourse To Martiall man or to his warlike horse But it is Thou Great God the only close Of his best thoughts and the secure repose Of all his trust He yields to kisse thy Rod Israel was thine and thou art Israels God He knâ—w thy gratious wont thy wonted Grace He knew thy Mercy tooke the upper place Of all thy Attributes 'T was no adventure To cast himselfe on Thee the only Center Of all his hopes Thy David knâ—w the danger To fall to th' hands of man or frend or stranger Thus Davids filiall hopes being anchor'd fast On Gods knowne Mercy wisely â—hose the