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Sions sonets. Sung by Solomon the King, and periphras'd by Fra. Quarles; Bible. O.T. Lamentations. English. Quarles. Paraphrases.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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euer smelt the breath of morning flowres New sweerned with the dash of twilight showres Or pounded Amber or the flowring Thyme Or purple Violets in their proudest prime Or swelling Clusters from the Cypresse tree So sweet's my Loue I farre more sweet is Hee So faire so sweet that heauens bright eye is dim And flowers haue no sent compar'd with Him BRIDEGROOME SONET IIII. O Thou the joyes of my suffâ—â—ed heart The more thou think'st me faire the more thou art Looke in the Crystall mirrours of mine eyes And view thy beautie there thy beautie lyes See there th'vnmated glorie of thy Face Well mixt with Spirit and diuinest grace The eyes of Doues are nor so faire as thine O how those eyes instanie these eyes of mine BRIDE SONET V. MOst radiant and refulgent Lampe of light Whose midday beautie yet ne're found a night 'T is thou 't is onely thou art faire from Thee Reflect those rayes that haue englightned mee And as bright Cynthia's borrow'd beames doe shine From Titan's glorie so doe I from thine So daily flourishes our fresh delight In daily giuing and receiuing light 2. NOr does thy glorie shine to me alone What place wherein thy glorie hath not shone But ô how fragrant with rich odour smells That sacred House where thou my true Loue dwells Nor is it strange How can those places bee But fill'd with sweetnesse if possest with Thee My heart 's a Heauen for Thou art in that heart Thy presence makes a Heauen where e're thou art BRIDEGROOME SONET VI. THou soueraigne Lady ' of my select desires I I am Hee whom thy chaste soule admires The Rose for smell the Lilly to the eye Is not so sweet is not so faire as I My vailed beautie 's not the glorious prize Of common sight within my beautie lies Yet ne'rethelesse my glorie were but small If I should want to honour thee withall 2. NOr doe I boast my Excellence alone But thine deare Spouse as whom the world hath none So true to Faith so pure in loue as whome Liues not a Bride so fits so chaste a Groome And as the fairest Lilly doth exceede The fruitlesse Bramble or the foulest weede So farre my Loue dost thou exceede the rest In perfect beautie of a loyall brest BRIDE SONET VII LOoke how the fruitfull Tree whose laden boughs With swelling pride crowne Autumnes smiling brows Surpasses idle shrubs euen so in worth My loue transcends the Worthies of the earth He was my Shore in Shipwrack and my Shelter In Stormes my Shade when I began to Swelter If hungrie he was Foode and if opprest With wrongs my Aduocate with toile my Rest 2. I Thirsted and full charged to the brinke He gaue me boules of Nectar for my drinke And in his Sides he broacht me for a signe Of dearest loue a Sacramentall wine He freely gaue I freely dranke my fill The more I dranke the more remayned still Did neuer Souldier to his Colours proue More chaste then I to so entire a Loue. 3. O How his beautie sets my soule on fire My spirits languish with extreame desire Desires exceeding limits are too lauish And wanting meanes to be effected rauish Then let thy breath like flaggons of strong wine Releeue and comfort this poore heart of mine For I am sicke till time that doth delay Our Mariage bring our joyfull Mariage day 4. TIll then ô let my dearest Lord by whome These pleasing paines of my sweet sorrowes come Performe his vowes and with his due resort Blesse me to make the sullen time seeme short In his sweet presence may I still be blest Debarr'd from whom my soule can finde no rest O let all times be prosp'rous and all places Be witnesse to our vndefil'd Embraces 5. ALl you whose seeming fauours haue profest The true affection of a loyall brest I charge you all by the true loue you beare To friendship or what else yee count most deare Disturbe yee not my Loue O doe not reiue Him of his joyes that is so apt to grieue Dare not to breake his quiet slumbers lest You rowze a raging Lion from his rest 6. HArke harke I heare that thrice-celestiall voyce Wherein my spirits rapt with joyes rejoyce A voice that tells me my beloued's nigh I know the Musicke by the Majestie Behold he comes 'T is not my blemisht face Can slake the swiftnesse of his winged pace Behold he comes His Trumpet doth proclaime He comes with speede A truer loue ne're came 7. BEhold the fleetnesse of his nimble feet The Roe-bucke and the Hart were ne're so fleet The word I spake flue not so speedie from me As Hee the treasure of my soule comes to me Hee stands behind my Wall as if in doubt Of welcome Ah this Wall debarres him out O how injurious is this Wall of sin That barres my Louer out and bolts me in The BRIDE in the person of the BRIDEGROOME SONET VIII HArke harke me thinks I heare my true Loue say Breake down that enuious barre and come away Arise my dearest Spouse and dispossesse The soule of doubtfull feares nor ouer-presse Thy tender spirits with the dull despaire Of thy demerits Loue thou art as faire As earth will suffer Time will make thee clearer Come forth my Loue then whom my life 's not dearer 2. COme forth my Ioy What bold affront of feare Can fright thy soule and I thy Champion here 'T is I that calls 't is I thy Bridegroome calls thee Betide it me what euer euill befalls thee The winter of thy sharpe Affliction 's gone Why fear'st thou cold and art so neere the Sunne I am thy Sunne if thou be cold draw nearer Come forth my Loue then whom my life 's not dearer 3. COme forth my deare the spring of joyes inuite thee The Flowres contend for beautie to delight thee Their sweet ambition's onely which might bee Most sweet most faire because most like to thee The Birds sweet Heralds of so sweet a Spring Warble high notes and Hymenaeans sing All sing with joy t' injoy so sweet a Hearer Come forth my Loue then whom my life 's not dearer 4. THe prosp'rous Vine which this deare haÌ„d did plaÌ„t Tenders due seruice to so sweet a Saint Her hidden Clusters swell with sacred pride To kisse the lips of so so faire a Bride Masqu'd in their leafes they lurke fearing to bee Discryde by any till first seene by Thee The Clowds are past the Heauens cannot be clearer Come forth dear loue then whom my life 's not dearer 5. MY Doue whom daily dangers teach new shifts That like a Doue do'st haunt the secret Clifts Of solitarie Rocks How e're thou bee Reseru'd from others bee not strange to mee Call me to rescue and this brawnie Arme Shall quell thy Foe and fence thy soule from harme Speake Loue Thy voice is sweet What if thy face Be drencht with teares Each teare's