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Sions elegies. Wept by Ieremie the prophet, 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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and By-word of the Earth ELEG 5. ENcreas'd in power and high Cheuisaunce Of armes thy Tyrant foemen doe aduaunce Their craftie crests He he that was thy father And crownd thee once with blessings now doth gather His troops to worke thy end Him who aduanc't thee To be Earths Queene thy sins haue bent against thee Strange spectacle of Griefe Thy tender frie Whom childhood taught no language but their crie T' expresse their infant griefe these wretched these By force of childish teares could not appease The ruthlesse Sword which deafe to all their cryes Did driue them Captiues from their mothers eyes ELEG 6. FAire Virgin Sion where ah where are those Pure cheekes wherein the Lilly and the Rose So much contended lately for the place Till both compounded in thy glorious face How hast thou blear'd those sun-bright eyes of thine Those beames the royall Magazens of diuine And sacred Majestie from whose pure light The purblind worldlings did receiue their sight Thy fearfull Princes leaue their fencelesse Towers And flie like Harts before their swift pursuers Like light-foot Harts they flie not knowing where Prickt on with Famin and distracted Feare ELEG 7. GAll'd with her griefe Ierusalem recalls To minde her lost delights her Festiualls Her peacefull freedome and full joyes in vaine Wishing what Earth cannot restore againe Succour shee sought and begg'd but none was there To giue the Almes of one poore trickling teare The scornfull lips of her amazed Foes Deride the griefe of her disastrous woes They laugh and lay more ample torments on her Disdaine to looke and yet they gaze vpon her Abuse her Altars hate her Offerings Prophane her Sabbaths and her holy Things ELEG 8. HAdst thou Ierusalem ô had thy heart Beene loyall to his loue whose once thou wert O had the beames of thy vnvailed eye Continu'd pure had'st thou beene nice to trie New pleasures thus thy Glorie ne're had wasted Thy Walls till now like thy Reproach had lasted Thy Louers whose false beauties did entice thee Haue seene thee naked and doe now despise thee Drunke with thy wanton pleasures they are fled And scorne the bountie of thy loathed bed Left to thy guilt the seruant of thy sin Thou sham'st to show what once thou gloriedst in ELEG 9. IErusalem is all infected ouer With leprosie whose filth no shade can couer Puft vp with pride vnmindfull of her end See how shee lyes deuoid of helpe or friend Great Lord of Lords whose Mercy farre transcends Thy sacred Iustice whose full Hand attends The cryes of emptle Rauens bow downe thine eares To wretched Sion Sion drown'd in teares Thy Hand did plant her Lord shee is thy Vine Confound her Foes they are her foes and thine Shew wonted fauour to thy holy Hill Rebuild her walls and loue thy Sion still ELEG 10. KNees falsly bent to Dagon now defile Her wasted Temple rudely they dispoile Th' abused Altars and no hand releeues Her House of prayer is turn'd a Den of theeues Her costly Robes her sacred treasure stands A willing prey to sacrilegious hands Her Priests are slaine and in a lukewarme flood Through euery Channell runnes the Leuits blood The hallowed Temple of the highest GOD Whose purer Foot-steps were not to be trod With vnprepared feet before her eye Is turn'd a Groue for base Idolatrie ELEG 11 LIngring with Death and Famin Iudah groanes And to the Aire breathes forth her ayrie moanes Her fainting Eyes waxe dimme her Cheeks grow pale Her wandring steps despaire to speede and faile Shee faints and through her trembling lips halfe dead Shee whispers oft the holy name of Bread Great GOD let thy offended wrath surcease Behold thy seruants send thy seruants peace Behold thy vassalls groueling on the dust Be mercifull deare GOD as well as just 'T is thou 't is thou alone that sent this griefe 'T is thou 't is thou alone can send reliefe ELEG 12. MY tongu's in labour with her painfull birth That findes no passage Lord how strange a dearth Of wordes concomitates a world of woes I neither can conceale nor yet disclose You weary Pilgrims you whom change of Clymes Haue taught the change of Fortunes and of Times Stay stay your feeble steps and cast your Eyes On me the Abstract of all miseries Say Pilgrims say if e're your eyes beheld More truer Iliades more vnparalleld And matelesse Euills which my offended GOD Reulcerates with his enraged Rod. ELEG 13. NO humane power could no enuious Art Of mortall man could thus subiect my heart My glowing heart to these imperious fires No earthly sorrow but at length expires But these my Tyrant-torments doe extend To Infinites nor hauing ease nor end Lo I the Pris'ner of the highest GOD Inthralled to the vengeance of his Rod Lie bound in fetters that I cannot flie Nor yet endure his deadly strokes nor die My ioyes are turn'd to sorrowes backt with feares And I poore I lie pickled vp in teares ELEG 14. O! How vnsufferable is the waight Of sinne How miserable is their state The silence of whose secret sinne conceales The smart till Iustice to Reuenge appeales How ponderous are my Crimes whose ample scroule Weighs downe the pillars of my broken Soule Their sower masqu'd with sweetnesse ouerswai'd me And with their smiling kisses they betrai'd me Betrai'd me to my Foes and what is worse Betrai'd me to my selfe and heauens curse Betrai'd my soule to an eternall griefe Deuoid of hope for e're to finde reliefe ELEG 15. PErplext with change of woes where e're I turne My fainting eyes they finde fresh cause to mourne My griefes mooue like the Planets which appeare Chang'd from their places constant to their Sphaere Behold the Earth-confounding arme of heauen Hath cow'd my valiant Captaines and hath driuen Their scattered forces vp and downe the street Like worried sheepe afraid of all they meet My yonger men the seede of propagation Exile hath driuen from my diuided Nation My tender Virgins haue not seap'd their rage Which neither had respect to youth nor age ELEG 16. QVick change of Torments equall to those crimes Which past vnthought-of in my prosp'rous times From hence proceede my griefes ah me from hence My spring-tyde sorrowes haue their influence For these my soule dissolues my eyes lament Spending those teares whose store will ne're be spent For these my fainting spirits droope and melt In anguish such as neuer Mortall felt Within the selfe-same flames I freeze and frie I roare for helpe and yet no helpe is nigh My sonnes are lost whose fortunes should relieue me And onely such triumph that hourely grieue me ELEG 17. REnt from the glorie of her lost renowne Sion laments Her lips her lips o'reflowne With floods of teares shee prompteth how to breake New languages instructs her tongue to speake Elegious Dialects Shee lowly bends Her dustie knees vpon the earth extends Her brawnelesse armes to them whose ruthlesse eyes Are red with laughing at her miseries Naked shee lyes deform'd and circumvented With troopes of
o'recome thy griefe From thee not him proceedes thy punishment Hee 's slowe to wrath and speedie to relent Thou burn'st like gold consumest not like fuell O wrong not Heauen to thinke that Heauen is cruell ELEG 12. MOuntaines shall mooue the Sun his circling course Shall stop Tridented Neptune shall diuorce Th' embracing floods from their beloued Iles Ere Heauen forgets his seruant and recoiles From his eternall vow Those those that bruise His broken reedes or secretly abuse The doubtfull Title of a rightfull Cause Or with false bribes adulterate the Lawes That should be chaste these these th' Almightie hath Branded for subiects of a future wrath Oh may the iust man know th' Eternall hastens His plagues for trialls loues the Childe he chastens ELEG 13. NO mortall power nor supernall might Not Lucifer nor no infernall spright Nor all together ioyn'd in one commission Can thinke or act without diuine permission Man wills Heauen breathes successe or not vpon it What good what euill befals but heauen hath done it Vpon his right hand Health and Honours stand And flaming Scourges on the other hand Since then the states of good or euill depend Vpon his Will fond mortall thou attend Vpon his Wisedome Why should liuing Dust Complaine on Heauen because that Heauen is iust ELEG 14. O Let the ballance of our euen-pois'd hearts Weigh our afflictions with our just desarts And ease our heauie scale Double the graines We take from sinne Heauen taketh from our paines Oh let thy lowly-bended eyes not feare Th' Almighties frownes nor husband one poore teare Be prodigall in sighes and let thy tongue Thy tongue estrang'd to Heauen crie all night long My soule thou leau'st what thy Creator did Will thee to doe hast done what he forbid This this hath made so great a strangenesse bee If not diuorce betwixt thy GOD and thee ELEG 15. PRepar'd to vengeance and resolu'd to spoile Thy hand iust GOD hath taken in thy toile Our wounded soules That Arme which hath forgot His wonted mercy kills and spareth not Our Crimes haue let a Barre betwixt thy Grace And Vs thou hast eclipst thy glorious Face Hast stopt thy gracious Eare lest prayers enforce Thy tender Heart to pitie and remorse See see great GOD what thy deare Hand hath done We lye like drosse when all the gold is gone Contemn'd despis'd and like to Atomes flye Before the Sunne the scorne of euery eye ELEG 16. QVotidian feuers of reproach and shame Haue chill'd our Honour and renowned Name We are become the By-word and the scorne Of Heauen and Earth of Heauen and Earth forlorne Our captiu'd soules are compast round about Within with troopes of Feares of Foes without Without within distrest and in conclusion We are the haplesse children of Confusion Oh how mine eyes the riuers of mine eyes O'reflow these barren lips that can deuise No Dialect that can expresse or borrow Sufficient Metaphores to show my sorrow ELEG 17. RIuers of marish teares haue ouer-flowne My blubberd cheekes my tongue can finde no Tone So sharpe as silence to bewaile that woe Whose flowing Tides an Ebbe could neuer knowe Weepe on mine Eyes mine eyes shall neuer cease Speake on my Tongue forget to hold thy peace Cease not thy teares close not thy lips so long Till Heauen shall wipe thine eyes heare thy tongue Whatheart of brasse what Adamantine brest Can know the torments of my soule and rest What stupid braine ah me what marble eye Can see these these my Ruines and not crye ELEG 22. YEt sleepes thy Vengeance Can thy Iustice bee So slowe to them and yet so sharpe to mee Dismount iust Iudge from thy Tribunall Throne And pay thy Foemen the deserued lone Of their vnjust designes Make fierce thy hand And scourge thou them as they haue scourg'd my land Breake thou their Adamantine hearts and pound them To dust and with thy finall curse confound them Let horror seize their soules ô may they bee The scorne of Nations that haue scorned Thee O may they liue distrest and die bereauen Of earths delights and of the ioyes of Heauen SIONS ELEGIES Threnodia IIII. ELEG 1. ALas what alterations Ah how strange Amazement flowes from such an vncouth change Ambitious Ruine Could thy razing hand Finde ne're a subiect but the Holy Land Thou sacrilegious Ruine to attempt The House of GOD Was not heauens house exempt From thy accursed Rape Ah me Behold Sion whose pauement of refulgent gold So lately did reflect so bright so pure How dimme how droffie now ah how obscure Her sacred stones lie scatter'd in the street For stumbling blocks before the Leuites feet ELEG 6. FOule Sodome and incestuous Gomorrow Had my destruction but ne're my sorrow Vengeance had mercy there Her hand did send A sharpe beginning but a sudden end Iustice was milde and with her hastie flashes They fell and sweetly slept in peacefull Ashes They felt no rage of an insulting Foe Nor Famine pinching furie as I doe They had no sacred Temple to defile Or if they had they would haue helpt to spoile They dyde but once but I poore wretched I Die many deaths and yet haue more to die ELEG 7. GOld from the mint Milke from the vberous Cow Was ne're so pure in substance nor in show As were my Nazarites whose inward graces Adorn'd the outward lustre of their faces Their faces robb'd the Lilly and the Rose Of red and white more faire more sweet then those Their bodies were the Magazens of perfection Their skins vnblemisht were of pure complexion Through which their Saphire-colour'd veines descride The Azure beautie of their naked pride The flaming Carbuncle was not so bright Nor yet the rare discolour'd Chrisolite ELEG 8. HOw are my sacred Nazarites that were The blazing Planets of my glorious Sphaere Obscur'd and darkned in Afflictions clowd Astonisht at their owne disguize they shrowd Their foule transformed shapes in the dull shade Of sullen darknesse of themselues afraide See how the brother gazes on the brother And both afrighted start and flie each other Black as their Fates they crosse the streets vnkend The Sire his sonne The friend disclaimes his friend They they that were the flowers of my Land Like with'red Weedes and blasted Hemlock stand ELEG 9. IMpetuous Famin sister to the Sword Left hand of Death Childe of th' infernall Lord Thou Tort'rer of mankinde that with one stroake Subiects the world to thy imperious yoake What pleasure tak'st thou in the tedious breath Of pined mortalls or their lingring death The Sword thy generous brother 's not so cruell He kills but once fights in a noble Duell But thou malicious Furie dost extend Thy spleene to all whose death can finde no end Alas my haplesse weare can want no woe That feeles the rage of Sword and Famin too ELEG 10. KInde is that Death whose weapons doe but kill But we are often slaine yet dying still Our torments are too gentle yet too rough They gripe too hard because not