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A10251
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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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Some hotly mounted fiercely gallop up On spurgal'd Broyles whose Frantick motions send Their hasty spirits to their Iournies end Some ride upon the racking Steeds of Treasure Others false-gallop on the backs of Pleasure All journey forwards to the selfe-same Place Some the next way and some the faster pace All post an end till beaten out of Breath They all arrive at the great gates of Death Lord in this common Roade I doe not care What pase I travell so my Way be faire 69. On the life of Man OVr Life is nothing but a Winters Day Some onely breake their Fast and so away Others stay Dinner and depart full fed The deepest Age but sups and goes to bed Hee 's most in debt that lingers out the Day Who dyes betimes has lesse and lesse to pay 70. On Gods Image IT was a dainty piece In every part Drawne to the life and full of curious Art It was as like thee as a shadow could Be like a substance There was none but would Have known thee by 't There needed then no name No golden Characters that might proclaime Whose Picture t' was the Art was so divine That very Beasts did reverence as thine But now alas 't is blurr'd the best that we Or they can judge is this 't was made for thee Alas'tis faded soyl'd with hourely dust Sullyed and shadow'd with the smoke of Lust So swarthy as if that glorious face of thine Were tawnyed underneath the torrid Line How is thy Picture altred How ill us'd By our neglects How slubberd How abus'd Her Cedar Frame 's disioynted warp'd and broke Her curious Tablet's tainted with the smoke The Objects both offensive and the savor Retaining neither Beauty nor thy Favour Lord let not thy displeased eye forsake Thy handy-worke for the bad keepers sake Behold it still and what thou seest amisse Passe by Thinke what it was not what it is What though her beauty and her colours fade Remember O 't was like thee when 't was made There is a great Apelles that can lim With thy owne Pencell we have sought to Him His skilfull hand will wash off all the soyle And clense thy Picture with his sacred Oyle Hee 'l mak 't more faire then 't was at least the same Hee 'l mend the Tablet and renew the Frame Till then be pleas'd to let thy Picture be Acknowledg'd thine 'T was made for none but Thee 71. On the Penny HE that endur'd the Tyranny of Heate The Morning-sorrowes and the Midday-sweat The Evening-toyle and burthen of the Day Had but his promis'd Penny for his pay Others that loyter'd all the Morning stood i th' idle Market whose unpractis'd blood Scarse felt the warmth of labour nor could show A blush of Action had his Penny too What Wages can we merit as our owne Slaves that are bought with price can challeng none But onely Stripes alas if Servants could Doe more then bid they doe but what they should When man endeavours and where heav'n engages Himselfe by promise they are Gifts not Wages He must expect We must not looke t' obtaine Because we Run Nor doe we run in vaine Our Running showes th' effect produces none The Penny 's giv'n alike to every one That works i th' Vinâ—yard Equall price was shar'd T'unequall workes Therefore no Reward Lord set my hands a worke I will not serve For Wages lest thou give what I deserve 72. On a Christian. THe Generous Christian must as well improve i th' quality of the Serpent as the Dâ—ve He must be Innocent affraid to doe A wrong And crafty to prevent it too They must be mixt and temper'd with true love An Ounce of Serpent serves a Pound of Dove 73. On Gods bountie GOd freely gives as freely we receive It is not Doe but Ask and thou shalt have 74. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like to Mountaines that arise Above the Clouds threat the threatning skyes Lord give me Faith and let that Faith be prov'd In leaving not a Mountaine unremoov'd 75. On the life of Man A Thousand yeares with God the Scriptures say Are reckon'd but a Day By which accompt this measur'd Life of our Exceeds not much an hower The halfe whereof Nature does claime and keepe As her owne debt for sleepe A full sixt part or what remaines we ryot In more then needfull Dyet Our Infancy our Child hood and the most Of our greene youth is lost The little that is left we thus divide One part to cloathe our Pride An other Share we lavishly deboyse To vaine or sinfull joyes If then at most the measur'd life of Man Be counted but a Span Being half'd and quarter'd and disquarter'd thus What what remaines for us Lord if the Totall of our dayes doe come To so-so poore a summe And if our shares so small so nothing be Out of that Nothing what remaines to Thee 76. On the Childrens Bread THy strengthning Graces are the Childrens Bread Which maks thy thriving Children strong able Honour and Riches are the Crummes that feed The Dâ—ggs that lurk beneath their Masters Table Lord if thy gracious pleasure will allow But Bread I 'am sure I shall have Crums enow 77. On Trust and care OVr Trust in God for Riches neither must Exclude our Care nor Care exceed our Trust. 78. On RVSCVS ILliterate Ruscus heard Pedantius preach Admir'd the Church mans learning commended Such things alone that were above his Reach But meanly slighted what he appprehended What hinders then to thinke that Ruscus hath At least the twi-light of a Bastard Faith 79. On the receiving of the Lords Supper MEn take the Sacred Seales of their Salvation As some doe Physick not for health but fashion The Day preceding and the following Day There 's none so strict none so reform'd as they They curb the fury of their wanton Ryot And call their Surfets to a stricter Dyet The Time expir'd the first Assault that haps Prevailes and strikes them to a worse Relaps Like Doggs to vomits they returne agin As though they'ad past a Patent now to sin Let such Day-Christians on the very toppe Of all their mirth remember Judas Sopp 80. On Faith TH'oft shaken Tree growes faster at the root And faith 's most firm that 's somtimes urg'd with Doubt 81. On the Story of Man THe word was spoke And what was Nothing must Be made a Chaos of confused Dust The word was spoke The Dust began to thicken To a firme Clay The Clay began to quicken The grosser substance of that Clay thought good To turne to Flesh The moyster turn'd to Blood Received Organs and those Organs Sense It was imbellisht with the Excellence Of Reason It became the Height of Nature Being stampt with th' Image of the great Creator But Lord that glorious Image is defac'd Her Beautye's blasted and her Tablet's raz'd This Height of nature has committed Treason Against it selfe Declin'd both Sense and Reason Meere Flesh and Blood containing but a Day Of painted
last If thou wilt give me Davids heart I le voyce Great God with David and make Davids choyce But stay deare Lord my tongue 's too bold too free To speake of choyce that merits all the Three 28. On Mans unequall division LOrd 't is a common course w' are apt and free To take the Best and share the worst to Thee We Fleet the Mornings for our owne Designe Perchance the Flotten Afternoones are thine Thou giv'st us Silke we offer Cammills hayre Thy Blessings march i th' Front our thanks i th' Reare 29. On Beggers NO wonder that such swarmes of Beggers lurke In every street 'T is a worse trade to worke Then begge Yet some if they can make but shift To live will thinke it scorne to thrive by gift 'T is a brave mind but yet no wise foreâ—cast It is but Pride and Pride will stoope at last We all are Beggers should be so at least Alas we cannot worke The very best Our hands can doe will not maintaine to live VVe can but hold them up whilst others give No shame for helples Man to pray in aid Great Sol'mon scornd not to be free o' th' Trade He begg'd an Almes and blusht not For the Boone He got was trâ—ble fairer then his Crowne No wonder that he thriv'd by begging so He was both Begger and a Chuser too O who would trust to Worke that may obtaine The Suit he beggs without or sweat or paine O what a priviledge Great God have we That have the Honour but to begge on thee Thou dost not â—right us with the tort'ring Whips Of Bedels nor dost answere our faint lips With churlish language Lord thou dost not praise The stricter Statute of last Henries dayes Thou dost not dampe us with the empty voyce Of Nothing for yee If our clam'rous noyse Should chance t' importune turn'st thy gracious eye Vpon our wants and mak'st a quick supply Thou dost not brand us with th'opprobrious name Of idle vagabonds Thou know'st w' are lame And canâ—ot worke Thou dost not Pharo-like Deny us Straw and yet requier Brick Thou canst not heare us grone beneath our Taske But freely giv'st what we have Faith to aske The most for which my large desire shall plead To serve the present's but a Loafe of Bread Or but a Token ev'n as Beggers use That of thy love will fill my slender Cruse Lord during life I le begge no greater Boone If at my Death thou 'lt give me but a Crowne 30. On the two Children MY Flesh and Spirit Lord are like those payre Of Infants whose sad Mothers did repayre To Iustice T'one is quick the other dead The two promiscuous Parents that doe plead For the live Childe is Thee and Sathan Lord Both claime alike Iustice cals forth the Sword And seeing both with equall teares complaine Proffers to cleave the Children both in twaine And make them equall sharers in the same That both doe challenge and what both disclaime Sathan applaudes tho motion and replyde Nor thine nor mine but let them both divide And give alike to both But thou deare Lord Dislik'st the Iustice of th'unequall Sword Rather then share it dead thou leav'st to strive And wilt not own't at all if not alive The Sword 's put up straight condemnes the other To be the false calls Thee the nat'rall Mother Lord of my Soule It is but Sathans wilde To cheate thy bosome of thy living Childe Hee 'd have the Question by the Sword decided Knowing the Soule 's but dead if once divided My better part is thine and thine alone Take thou the Flesh and let him gnaw the Bone 31. On two Mysteries A Perfect Virgin to bring forth a Son One three entyre and Three entirely One Wonder of Wonders How might all this come We must be deafe when th' holy Spirit 's dumb Spare to enquire it Thou shalt never know Till Heav'n dissolve and the last Trump shall blow 32. A forme of Prayer IF thou wouldst learne not knowing how to pray Adde but a Faith and say as Beggers say Master I 'm poore and blinde in great distresse Hungry and â—ame and cold and comfortlesse O succour him that 's graveld on the Shelf Of payne and want and cannot help himself Cast downe thine eye upon a wretch and take Some pitty on me for sweet Iesus sake But hold Take heed this Clause be not put in I never begg'd before nor will agin Note this withall That Beggers move their plaints At all times Ore tenus not by Saints 33. On Solomon and the Queene of Sheba IT spreds The sweet perfume of Salomons Fame Affects the Coasts And his illustrious name Cannot be hid The unbeliev'd report Must flye with Eagles wings to th'honourd Court Of princely Sheba Sheba must not rest Vntill her eye become th'invited Guest Of Fames loud Trumpet her impatience strives With light-foot Time while her Ambition drives Her Chariot wheeles and gives an ayry passage To'th'quick deliv'ry of her hearts Embassage True wisdome planted in the hearts of Kings Needs no more glory then the glory'it brings And like the Sun is viewd by her owne light B'ing by her owne reflection made more bright The emulous Queen 's arriv'd Shee 's gon toth ' Court No eye-delighting Masque no Princely Sport To entertaine her No her â—ye her eare Is taken up and scornes to see to heare Inferiour things Sh'allowes her eare her eye No lesse then Oracles and Maiestie How empty pastimes doe resolve and flye To their true nothing when true wisdome's by Th'arrived Queene has Audience moves disputes Wise Solomon attends replyes confutes Sh' objects he answers She afresh propounds She proves maintaines it he decides confounds She smiles she wonders being overdaz'd With his bright beams stands silent stands amaz'd How Scripture-like Apoâ—rypha's appeare To common Bookes how poore when Scripture's neare The Queene is pleas'd who never yet did know The blast of Fame lesse prodigall then now For now the greatest part of what she knew By Fame is found the least of what is true We often finde that Fame in prime of youth Does adde to Falshood and subtract from Truth The thankfull Queene do's with a lib'rall hand Present him with the Riches of her Land Where Wisdome goes before we often finde That temp'rall Blessings seldome stay behinde Lord grant me wisdome and I shall possesse Enough have more or have content with lesse 33. On REHOBOAM COuld dying Parents at their peacefull death Make but a firme Assurance or bequeath Their living Vertues Could they recommend Their wisdome to their heyrs Could hearts descend Vpon the bosome of succeeding Sons As well as Scepters doe as well as Thâ—â—nes Sure Rehobeams Reigne had found increase Of Love and Honour and had dyed in peace Kingdomes are transitory Scepters goe FroÌ„ hand to hand and Crownes from brow to brow But Wisâ—dome marches on another guize Theyâ—â— two things to be Worldly great and wise It was the selfe same Scepter that came downe From Solomon