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A56841 Solomons recantation, entitvled Ecclesiastes paraphrased with a soliloquie or meditation upon every chapter : very seasonable and useful for these times / by Francis Quarles ; with a short relation of his life and death. Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644. 1648 (1648) Wing Q117; ESTC R6110 37,566 71

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dust her dust to dust deliver Whose spirit shall return to God the Giver 8. Whereto th' Ecclesiastick thus replies All all is vain and vainest vanities 9. Because his true repentant soul was wise He read this wisdome-lecture did advise And search the Fountain whence he did convay The fruitfull streams in a Proverbiall way 10. He sought and found such words which had the might To entermingle profit with delight And what his spirit-prompted pen did write Was truth it self and most exact upright 11. The wise mans words are like to Goads that doe Stir up the drowzy and spur up the slow And like to nailes to be made fast and driv'n By hands to th' hearts of men sent down from heav'n 12. Make use my Son of what this hand hath penn'd There is no end of Pamphlets to no end These tire the flesh and after age is spent They breathe some knowledg but no true content 13. Mark then the ground where the main building stands Fear thou thy God Observe his just commands Within the limits of this sacred Ground Mans duty lies true Happinesse is found 14. No work shall passe untri'd No hand hath done What shal not plead at heav'ns Tribunall Throne All secrets good and bad attend his Eye His Eyes behold where day could never prye Deus his quoque finem SOLILOQUIE XII NOw launch my soul into this Sea of Tears Fear storms and Rocks yet smile upon thy fears Weigh Anchor Hoist thy weather-beaten Sailes The Tides run smooth The wind breaths prosp'rous Gales Tridented Neptune now hath struck a peace With full-mouth'd Aeolus and the wars surcease They sound a parley and begin to treat And Sea-green Triton sounds a shrill Retreat March now my soul through Hadadrimmons Vale Without a tear or if thou must bewaile Mourn for vain Earth and drop in alms one tear For him that findes no happinesse but there Now mayst thou trample on the Asp and tread On the young Lyon and th' old Dragons head Wisdome shall guide thee Love shall circumclose thee That fraud shall not beguile or force oppose thee Thy Prince shall honor thee thy Peers embrace thee No Crime shall shame thee no tongue disgrace thee The rich shall rev'rence thee the poor shall blesse thee Wrath shall not over-rule nor pride oppresse thee Thy want shall not afflict nor wealth betray thee This shall not puffe thee up nor chat dismay thee Pleasure shall not ensnare nor pains torment thee This shall not make thee sad nor that repent thee Blest shall thy labours be and sweet thy Rest Blest shall thy thoughts be and thy Actions blest Blest in thy peace and blest in thy promotion Blest in thy sports and blest in thy devotion Blest in thy losses blest in thy encreases Blest in thy health and blest in thy diseases Blest in thy Knowledge blest in thy Corrections Blest in thy Soul and blest in thy Affections O then my soul let thy Affections flow In streams of love to Him that lov'd thee so Let not His high-priz'd benefits depart From thy remembrance grave them in thy heart With Tools of Adamant that they may last To after-times that when thy days be past Thy well-instructed children may emblaze Thy Makers goodnesse to the last of days Blesse thou the Lord my soul Let thy whole frame And all within thee magnifie that name That blest thee so Blesse thou the Lord my soul Report his precious favours and enroll His numerous mercies in thy gratefull brest Remember thy Creator O protest His praises to the world and let thy tongue Make him the subject of thy youthfull song Give him the firstlings of thy strength even than When fading Childehood seeks to ripen man Upon the downy cheeks when vigour trains The sparkling blood through thy Meandring veins Before thy flowing marrow shall foment Thy lust full fires before the false content Of frothy pleasures shall begin t' invite Thy fond Affections to a vain delight Then then my soul whilst thy supplies are fresh And strong wage war with thy rebellious flesh Gird up thy loyns and march spare neither sweat Nor bloud take courage strike subdue defeat Sing a triumphant song sing Io Paean Adorn thy brows with Palm and again sing Io Paean Take time while time shall serve 't is thine to day But secret danger still attends delay Doe while thou mayst To day has eagle wings And who can tell what change to morrow brings Advantage wasts and strength of body wears Life has no lease and Youth no Tearm for years When creeping Age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breathe cold Winter on thy chill desires What fire shall burn thy Offerings O what praise Can issue forth from cold decrepit dayes When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy lims With trembling Palsies When dry Age bedims The optick sunshine of thy bed-rid days What boots thy cold thy Paralytick praise When secret Ulcers shall attaint thy breath With fumes more noysome then the sinks of death What pleasure shall thy great Creator raise From thy breath tainted and unsav'ry praise Come then my soul Rouze up thy dull desire And quicken thy faint coals of sacred fire That lie rak'd up in th' Embers of thy flesh Fetch breath from heaven with that breath refresh Thy glim'ring sharks Brook not the least delay Embers grow cold and sparks will soon decay THE END In obitum viri clarissimi atque ingeniosissimi Poëtae Francisci Quarles {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} I Cygne felix ocyùs avola Cantator ales cùm neque jam vada Ripis supersint nec quietae Purus aquae fluat ecce rivus Fontes nec ipsi Sanguine sanguine Heu cuncta manant quod mare civicae Non decoloravêre caedes Ipsa vides rubet Hippocrene Et quis poëtis jam locus aut latex Quae lympha Musis cùm cruor undique Hinc hinc migrandum ni bibemus Purpureas Heliconis undas At ô Camaenarum dolor decus Tu si recedas quis tua funera Cantabit ô divine vates Quo moritur moriente Phoebus Quisquámne fundet jam querulum melos Falsum nec omen nominis hoc tui Moestúmve panget carmen art● Melpomenes citharâ canorus Quis sertacoelojam dabit aut pium Emblema texet floribus ingenî Quis symbolorum voce pictâ Vnà oculos animúmque pascet Quis melle puro jam calami potens Condîta promet dia poëmata Aut funditabit grande sacro Enthea metra calens furore Quis sanctitatem nectáre carminis Tinctam propinans digna Deo canet Coelúmque versu claudet omni Atque fidem fidibus sonabit Tu nempe litem si pote publicam Compescuisses dulcisonis modis Ni laeva nobis mens orbi Harmoniam reducem dedisses Mollîsse magnos tu poter as duces Fer as ut Orpheus flexanimis sonis Pacémque pulsam júsque mundo a● Eurydicen retulisse cantu Per te coîssent dissita pectora Per te coîssent diruta moenia Tu solus Amphion peri●us Vel lapides sociare plectro Postquàm hoc negatum ponere nover as Emblema saltem flebile seculi Bellique nostris sed nec ullum Par Hieroglyphicum ruinis Quando ergo te nec terra capit tuis Nec digna Musis I pete coelites Intérque coetus Angelorum Perpetuum modulare carmen Jacobus Duport Graecae Linguae Professor Cantab. An Elegle upon the famous Poet FRANCIS QUARLES IS Quarles dead his active spirit flown And none to lend a tear a sigh a groan For the worlds losse me thinks at least all eyes Since tongues can not should weep large Elegies Expect no Muses for they at his death Compassionate lost their Poetique breath Expect no marble Tombe he 's above fate His name if Learning live shall know no date His issue shall survive posterity This age and th' next and so t' eternity Peruse his Phansies and his Emblems wrapt And see S. Paul into the third heav'ns rapt Or else some Cherubim sent down from thence T' unfold heav'ns Mysteries in heav'ns Eloquence A Poet-saint he was in him each line Speakes out at large rare Poet choyce Divine His message done he flyes unto his Maker Of what he told us here to be partaker His prison'd soul was so harmonious here Now loose what Musick think you makes she there She wept then sung now sung ' gaine wept in rime Her Rests now know no stop her joy no time Her Phansy Vision is she now doth live With Angels food knowledge intuitive By Emblems dark to spell the Deity She taught before now sees Divinity But stay my Muse the clouds doe interpose Twixt thee and her 't is better for thee close Then pierce or peep too farre Phoebus is set Th' hast pay'd thy tribute light thy tribute heat Sigh out the rest or wouldst thou to him go Thy Love thy Life Go be entombed too R. Stable FINIS Vide Psal. 31. ver. 7. 20. I have hated them that hold of superstitious vanities and my trust hath been in the Lord Let the lying lips be put to silence which cruelly disdainfully and despitefully speak against the righteous Postscript Vers. 9 Vers. 8 Vers. 2 Vers. 16 Vers. 18 Vers. 17 Vers. 16 Vers. 1 Vers. 2 Vers. 3 Vers. 4 Vers. 5 Vers. 6 Vers. 12 Vers. 13 Vers. 15 Vers. 24 Vers. 1 Vers. 4 Vers. 8 Vers. 4 Vers. 8 Vers. ●● Vers. ●● Vers. 19 Vers. 22 Vers. 4 Vers. 1 Vers. 5 Vers. 8 Vers. 9 Vers. 13 Vers. 2 Vers. 3 Vers. 1 Vers. 2 Vers. 4 Vers. ● Vers. 2 Vers. 3 Vers. 5 Vers. 7 Vers. 1 Vers. 2 Vers. 3 Vers. 8 Vers. 10 Vers. 11 Vers. 12 Vers. 14 Vers. 25 Vers. 29 Chap. 1. 18 Chap. 8. 1. Vers. 2 Vers. 8 Vers. 9 Vers. 10 Vers. 1 Vers. 2 Vers. 4 Vers. 4 Vers. 6 Vers. 17 Vers. 1 Vers. 6 Vers. 6 Vers. 3 Vers. 2