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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

found it so in the studies of Wisdome Vers 1 THus sayes the best of Preachers and of Kings Thus Solomon the Sonne of David sings Vers 2 The greatest happinesse that earth can prize Is all most vaine and vainest vanities Vers 3 What profit can accrue to man what gaines Can crown his actions or reward his paines Beneath the Orbe of heavens surrounding Sunne What worth his labour hath his labour done Vers 4 One Generation gives another way But earth abides in one perpetuall stay Vers 5 The Prince of Light puts on his morning Crown And in the Evening layes his Glory down Where leaving Earth to take a short repose He soon returnes and rises where he rose Vers 6 The troubled Ayre provokes the Southern States And then it blusters at the Borean Gates It whirles about in his uncertain Spheare And rides his unknown Circuit ev'ry where Vers 7 All Rivers to the Seas their Tribute yeild And yet th'Hydropick Seas are never fill'd Their sliding Streams pursue their passage home And drive their hasty Tides frō whence they come Vers 8 The world is all compos'd of Change nor can Her vanity be Character'd by Man The eye 's not satisfi'd and what we heare Fils not the Concave of th' insatiate eare Vers 9 The thing that heretofore hath been we see Is but the same that is and is to bee And what is done is what is to be done There 's nothing that is new beneath the Sunne Vers 10 What Novelty can earth proclaim and say It had no Precedent before this day No no there 's nothing modern times can own The which precedent Ages have not known Vers 11 The deeds of former days expire their date In our collapsed Memories and what Times early Sunshine hath not ripened yet Succeeding Generations shall forget Vers 12 I Solomon whose choice affections owne The Churches service dearer then my Throne Was chosen and anointed King and now Wear Israels Crown upon my studious brow Vers 13 I bent my heart by wisdome to descry What ere subsists beneath the spangled sky With such hard travel hath our God thought good To exercise the soules of Flesh and Blood Vers 14 My thoughts have ponder'd all that hath been done Betwixt the solid Center and the Sunne And loe the object of my Contemplation Is but meer Vanity and soules Vexation Vers 15 Not all this knowledge can reduce the state Of crooked nature to a perfect Straight Nor summe our Ignorances which surmount The language of Arithmeticks Account Vers 16 I view'd my heart and there found greater store Of wisdome then all those that liv'd before No knowledge could remain no wisdome lye Close from mine eare nor clouded from mine eye Vers 17 I gave my all-enquiring heart to know Not wisdome only but ev'n folly too And I perceiv'd that all this Contemplation Was vain and nothing but the souls Vexation Vers 18 For he that labours for much wisdome gaines Grief in th' enjoyment in pursuit but paines And who improves his knowledg strives to borrow A fair advantage to encrease his sorrow SOLILOQUIE I. How are the vain desires of flesh and blood Befoold in that mistaken Thing call'd Good How Travell seeks it How unwearyed hearts Make it the object both of Armes and Arts How many certain obvious ev'lls attend The way to this uncertain Journies end We tyre the night in thought the day in toyle Spare neither sweat nor lucubrated Oyle To seek the thing we cannnot finde or found We cannot hold or held we cannot ground So firm as to resist the various swings Of fickle Fortune or the frowns of Kings Poor fruitlesse Labours of deluded Man How vainly are yee spent How short a Span Of seeming Pleasure serves yee to requite Long Leagues of Travell For one drops delight Of ayry Froth how are yee forc'd to borrow Strong Gales of Hope to sayle through seas of sorrow Why doe we thus afflict our lab'ring soules With dregs of Wormwood and carouse full Bowles Of boyling anguish To what hopefull end Droyle we our crazy bodies and expend Our sorrow-wasted spirits to acquire A Good not worth a breath of our desire A Good whose fulsome sweetnesse cloggs and cloyes The soule but neither lasts nor satisfies How poore an Object pleases And how soone That pleasure finds an end How quickly Noone How quickly Night And what to day we prize Above our soules to morrow we despise Beneath a Trifle What in former Times We own'd as Vertue now we taxe as Crimes What is this World but ev'n a great Exchange Of dear bought pen'worths all compos'd of Change Where frothy Honor may be bought and sold With heart-corrupting eye-beguiling Gold Where sullen wealth and friend-betraying treasure May passe in barter for repented Pleasure Where painted sweetnesse though a grain too light Shall buy a Lords Estate for one poor night Where unstain'd Beauties youth shall buy an old Breath-tainted Churl diseas'd with Gouts and Gold Where Birthrights Blessings nay and soules to boot And yet not deem'd a pen'worth under foot Shall passe for fond delights Where very Names Without an Aliàs to lay after Claimes To a poor Lordship shall be swept away For Clods of earth and those for one nights Play Tell me my puzzled soule What wouldst thou buy Goe in and cheapen Let thy curious eye Make her own choice They will present thy view With num'rous Joyes Buy something that is new Vers 9 Alas there 's nothing new beneath the skye Look further further yet Goe please thine eye Search till the Object and thine eye agrees Vers 8 Thine eye 's not satisfy'd with what it sees Buy something that will last that will remain Vers 2 To after dayes All 's momentary all 's vain I but my soul here 's fairer Merchandise Vers 16 Wisdome and Knowledge That to make thee wise This to instruct thee Come thou needst not fear Too hard a bargain Goe and purchase there Vers 18 Alas much wisdome makes thy grief but double Encrease of Knowledge brings increase of trouble I but my soule the gracious eye of heaven Hath smil'd upon thee His full hand hath given A large addition to thy thriv'n estate Thy Barns and Bags are fill'd Thy servants waite Vpon thy Businesse and their shoulders bear Thy fruitfull Burdens who like Pilots stear Thy reeling Vessell Thou art richly'endow'd With Knowledge Wisdome Judgement and allow'd Some Graines to make thee weight Me thinks thy heart So arm'd with strong Resolves should never start At threatning ev'lls Me thinks thy daring eye If all the Crystall Rafters of the skye Should make one Ruine and that Ruine fall About thine eares should be unmov'd at all No no my soule T is neither Barne nor Purse Cramm'd up with Coyn or Corn canbalk the Curse Entayld upon thy sinne Nor height of Blood Nor all that this mistaken Earth cals Good Vers 17 Not very Knowledge no nor Wisdome can Exempt thee from the Common lot of Man Vers 16 The wisest

Prince that ever blest a Nation Found all things vain and when enjoy'd Vexation CAP. II. 1 The vanity of humane courses in the works of pleasure 12 Though the wise be better then the foole yet both have but one event 18 The vanity of humane labour in leaving it they know not to whom 24 Nothing better then joy in our labour but that is Gods gift Vers 1 SInce knowledge then affords my soul no rest My roving thoughts try'd mirth and were possest Of all the pleasures earth could lend yet I Found mirth and pleasure all but vanity Vers 2 I laugh'd at laughter as atoyish Antick And counted all my mirth no lesse then frantick Vers 3 My heart but wisely foolish did encline To costly fare and frolick cups of wine That in these pleasures I might find some good To crown the short lif'd days of flesh and blood Vers 4 I built magnifick Palaces did frame Great buildings to the glory of my name I planted Vineyards whose plump Clusters might Rejoyce my heart and lend my soule delight Vers 5 I made me fruitfull Orchards for my pleasure And curious Gardens to refresh my leisure I stored them with trees and these with Bowers And made a Paradise of fruits and flowers Vers 6 I made me standing pooles to entertain My breathlesse guests and all their num'rous train I cut me Aquiducts whose current flees And waters all my wildernesse of trees Vers 7 Armies of servants doe attend my state Both foreiners and borne within my gate Herds I possest and flocks above all them That reign'd before me in Jerusalem Vers 8 Abundant silver gold and precious stones By Kings presented my Exchequer ownes All sorts of Musick earths delight had I To feed mine ear Beauties to please mine eye Vers 9 Such State magnificence and princely store Wondring Jerus'lem never saw before In all this pomp my heart had not forgot The lawfull use My wisdome fail'd me not Vers 10 I gave mine eyes what ere mine eyes requir'd Deny'd my heart no mirth my heart desir'd For my poor hearts delight was all my gains My pleasure was the portion of my pains Vers 11 At length I cast my serious eye upon My painfull works and what my hands have done But loe beneath the Sun no Contentation All all was vanity and soules vexation Vers 12 With that I turn'd my weary thoughts agen On wisdome and the foolishnesse of men Search they that please to search alas there 's none Can search the truth more strict then Solomon Vers 13 When my impartiall Judgement did compare Folly with wisdome this doth ev'n as farre Excell the other as Meridian light Excels the shadows of the darkest night Vers 14 The wise mans eyes are in his head They stand Like Watchmen in the Towre to guard the land But fools haunt darknesse yet my self perceive The self-same lot both fools and wisemen have Vers 15 Ah! then said I if equall fortune lies For fools and me what vantage to be wise What profit hath my wisdome Then thought I The height of wisdome hath her Vanity Verse 16 The foolish Bauble and the learned Bayes Are both forgotten in succeeding dayes Impartiall death shall close the dying eyes Both of the fool and also of the wise Verse 17 Therefore I hated life for from th' events Of humane actions flow my discontents Life spent in action or in contemplation Is all but vanity and souls Vexation Verse 18 I hated all that e'r my hands had done In seeking happinesse beneath the Sunne For what I did I cannot call mine own Anothers hand must reap what mine hath sown Verse 19 Who knows if my successor is to be A wise man or a fool Howe'r 't is he Must spend with ease what I have earn'd with pain And soules Vexation This is also vain Verse 20 For which my soul thus fool'd with vain pursuit Of blossom'd happinesse that bears no fruit Whisper'd despair of all that I had done To purchase perfect good beneath the Sunne Verse 21 Some men there be whose more elaborate gains The fruits of lawfull cares and prudent pains Descend to those that knew nor pains nor Art This is a vanity and afflicts the heart Verse 22 For what reward hath man of all his droyle His ev'ning trouble and his morning toyle His hearts vexation and his griefs that run Through all his labours underneath the Sun Verse 23 His days are sorrows tedious griefs attend His travail hopelesse of a Journies end His restlesse nights afford his closed eye No slumbers This is also vanity Vers 24 There 's nothing sweeter then to take repast Of meats and drinks and now and then to cast Griefs burthen off and gently loose the rains By intermingling pleasures with our pains But this I know lies not in our command It is a blessing from th' Almighties hand Vers 25 For who can eat what mortall can apply His heart to force a pleasure more then I Vers 26 Heav'n gives the just man wisdome knowledge mirth To sinners travell to heap earth to earth Wherewith t' enrich the righteous Generation This is his vanity and soules Vexation SOLILOQUIE II. BVt stay my Soul Art thou resolved than T' abjure delight and turn Capuccian Because thy earth hath thus eclips'd the light Of thy Contentment wilt thou make it night Wert thou condemn'd to sorrows Wert thou born To live in languishment and die forlorn Abuse not thy Creation Thou wert made Not thus to sterve thy blossomes in the shade Of barren melancholy or to wast Thy pensive howres in the boysterous blast Of stormy discontent Come come my soule Vers 1 Hoyst up thy Sailes to mirth Let others houle And whine Let such as always art at wars With their own fortunes curse their ill-fac'd stars Passe thou thy frolique youth in Revels sports And fresh delights frequent the purple Courts Of prosperous Princes Stue thy heart in mirth And crush the childe of sorrow in her birth Vers 2 O but my soule what profit can accrew From lavish mirth What pleasure is' t to skrue An Antick face and grimme or to enforce An empty laughter in a vain discourse Vers 3 Why then my soul Goe winde the Plummets up Of thy down spirits with a chirping Cup Redeem thee from the gripes of Care and rapes Of Grief and drench them in the blood of Grapes I but perchance in that sad heart of thine There is a wound craves rather Oyle then wine If then thy cure prove worse then thy disease That Grief thou dar'st not cure attempt to ease Forget thy sorrows or if rugged sense Will not be woo'd by language to dispence With her provoking foe advise with Art Those stubborn streams thou canst not stop divert And like a pain-afflicted stripling play With some new Toy to while thy grief away Vers 4 Goe raise great works whose structure may impart The Masters wisdome and the Builders Art Build houses whose magnificence may proclaime Thy worth as lasting

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

sweets refresh Thy wasted spirit secure from all those ills Which threaten ruine to distempered wills Now maist thou eat and drink and make supplies Tor after dayes and close thy peacefull eyes In calme content and scape those hidden snares That lurke in pleasures and encrease our cares He onely takes advantage of his Lot That uses earth as if he us'd it not Cap. VIII 1 Kings are greatly to he respected 6 Divine providence is to be observed 12 It is better with the godly in adversity then with the wicked in prosperity 16 The worke of God is unsearchable Verse 1 WHo 's equall to the Wiseman who but he Can judg of things or what their natures be Wisdome adornes the Cheek with lovely grace And plants courageous boldnesse in the face Verse 2 Let me advise the subjects heart to stands Devoted alwaies to the Kings command For having sworne Allegeance to him both Heav'n and thy Conscience doe attest thy oath Verse 3 Let not thy discontented hast incite Abrupt departure from his awfull sight If thou hast err'd continue not in ill For Princes Acts are guided by their will Verse 4 The potent Majesty of a Princes word Is backt and made authentick by the sword What vent'rous tongue dare question or demand The least account from his illustrious hand Verse 5 Whose loyall brests observe the laws of Kings Shall never know the griefe Rebellion brings The wisemans heart knowes times and judgement too Not onely when to speake but what to doe Verse 6 For there 's to every purpose among men A judgement how to doe a season when Which if mistaken or not understood Brings so much mis'ry upon flesh and blood Verse 7 For man is ignorant of what may fall And who is he can tell him when it shall Verse 8 No man hath power to prolong his breath Or make him shot-free in the day of death There 's no retreat in that sad war nor can Mans wickednesse preserve the wicked man Verse 9 All this have I observed and have given My heart to note each Action under Heaven There was a time when the oppressors Arme Opprest his brother to th'oppressors harme Verse 10 So have I seen grave Judges but unjust That fat in judgement honor'd to the dust Which hid their crimes These seemed to obtaine Some happinesse This happinesse is vaine Verse 11 Because a present sentence is not past Vpon the wicked their dull hearts at last Grow quite obdure resolv'd and fully bent Toact what ev'lls their greedy lusts present Verse 12 Put case the sinner multiply his Crime And his long dayes ev'n rust the Sithe of Time Yet well I know they onely shall be blest That feare th' Almighty with a filial brest Verse 13 I but the wicked shall not scape secure Though he live long he shall not long endure But like a shadow shall his dayes appeare Because he fear'd not whom he ought to feare Verse 14 There is a vanity reigns here below I see the wise man reap what sinners sow And sinners share when just men sow the seed This Grief said I all other Griefs exceed Verse 15 Then prais'd I mirth and held it the best choice Beneath the sun to eat and to rejoice For this is all the good this all the gains Is like to chear our days and crown our pains Verse 16 But when I set my busie heart to know Wisdome and heav'ns strange working here below For day and night my studies did deny Sleep to mine eye-lids slumbers to mine eye Verse 17 O then I found his works beneath the sun Past finding out my fruitlesse thoughts did run This heav'nly maze till they at length concluded Mans wit stoops here here wisdom stands deluded SOLILOQUIE VIII BVt stay my soul What language does appear Am I deceiv'd Or did I seent to hear Which Tenet shall I baulke And which embrace Hath Truth like Janus got a double face Did not that voice Cap. 1.18 that voted Wisdome vain But very now now cry it up again Cap. 8.1 Shall what was late condemn'd as a disease Now prove a Remedy Such slips as these Are brands of humane frailty which belong To us and ours It well beseems our tongue To contradict and jangle Error 's known By many faces Truth admits but one How haps it then that wisdome whose encrease Adds to our Grief yet crowns our days with peace Be not deceiv'd my soul Let not one Name Confound two Natures and make two the same Shal Names give Natures Dare thy tongue professe An equall priviledge to Curse and Blesse For one Names sake No my deluded soul Sooner may Light and Darknesse Fair and Foul Sooner may Good and Evill nay Heaven and Hel May sooner startle from their Parallel And turn Joynt tenants in one perfect Line Then these two Wisdomes Humane and Divine That breeds a Tumor in the flatuous brest This lays it That brings trouble and This rest That kindles fires and those fires encrease To self-contention This concludes a Peace That duls the thoughts supprest with low desires This mounts thy soule with more heroick fires That cannot brook the transitory frown Of Fortunes brow This makes a Crosse a Crown That fils thy hopes with froth and blurs thy youth With black-mouth'd Error This directs to Truth That scorns advice and like an own-self Lover Befools thee But this honors the Reprover That fears and flees or fals at every breath Of discontent This triumphs even in death That breaks Relations and for private ends Dissolves Allegeance and disbands true friends This loves society cals not Mine but Ours Yeilds due obedience to superior Pow'rs That prickt by Passion rushes into crimes This backt with Reason counsels with the Times That gives the name of Power This the thing That makes a Tyrant This creates a King That lights thy Honor fading like a blaze This crowns thy Name with everlasting dayes That breeds a Serpent this brings forth a Dove That works a servil fear This filiall Love That deads thy spirit This makes thee wisely bold That scowres thy Brass But this refines thy Gold That fills thy Feast with Cares with fears thy Breast This makes thy morsell a perpetuall Feast That cools thy Palate but inflames thy fire This slakes thy Thirst and satiates thy desire O then my soul correct that flesh and blood That blinds thee so and like a gloomy Cloud Thus interposes and obscurely flyes Betwixt the sacred object and thine eyes Clear up my soul and like the eye of day Chastise that peccant darknesse and display Those mists of earth which like false Glasses shew Fanatick figures and present thy view With specious objects precious in esteem Alas but nothing lesse then what they seem Then shall the wisdome of that scarlet Whore And all her bald-pate Panders painted o're With counter faited Holinesse appear In her true colours so that every ear That hears her base Impostures and the fame of her lewd Piety shall abhorre