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A68937 Sions elegies. Wept by Ieremie the prophet, and periphras'd by Fra. Quarles; Bible. O.T. Lamentations. English. Quarles. Paraphrases. Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644. 1625 (1625) STC 2783; ESTC S102348 18,344 56

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as fast shall shortly crye The Prophet IEREMIE his Prayer for the distressed people of IERVSALEM and SION GReat God before whose all-discerning eye The secret corners of mans heart doe lye As open as his Actions which no Clowde Of secrecie can shade no shade can shrowde Behold the Teares ô harken to the Cryes Of thy poore Sion Wipe her weeping eyes Binde vp her bleeding wounds ô thou that art The best Chirurgeon for a broken heart See how the barb'rous Gentiles haue intruded Into the Land of Promise and excluded Those rightfull Owners from their iust possessions That wander now full laden with oppressions Our Fathers ab their sauage hands haue slaine Whose deaths our widdow-mothers weepe in vaine Our Springs whose Crystall plentie once disburst Their bounteous fauours to quench euery thurst Our lib'rall Woods whose palsie-shaken tops To euery stranger bow'd their yeelding lops Are sold to vs that haue no price to pay But sweat and toile the sorrowes of the day Oppressors trample on our seruile necks We neuer cease to groane nor they to vexe Famin and Dearth haue taught our hands t' extend To Ashur and our feeble knees to bend To churlish Pharoe Want of bread compells Thy sernants to begge Almes of Infidells Our wretched Fathers sinn'd and yet they sleepe In peace and haue left vs their sonnes to weepe We we extracted from their sinfull loynes Are guiltie of their sinnes Their Ossa ioynes To our high Pelion Aye their crimes doe stand More firmely entayled to vs then our Land We are the slaues of seruants and the scorne Of slaues of all forsaken and forlorne Hunger hath forc'd vs to acquire our food With deepest danger of our dearest blood Our skins are wrinckled and the fruitlesse ploughs Of want haue fallow'd vp our barren browes Within that Sion which thy hands did build Our Wiues were rauisht and our Maides defil'd Our sauage Fee extends his barb'rous rage To all nor sparing Sexe nor Youth nor Age They hang our Princes on the shamefull Trees Of Death respect no Persons no Degrees Our Elders are despised whose gray haires Are but the Index of their doting yeares Our flowring youth are forced to fulfill Their painfull taskes in the laborious Mill Our Children faint beneath their loades and crye Opprest with burthens vnder which they lye Sages are banisht from Iuditiall Courts And Youth takes no delight in youthfull sports Our ioyes are gone and promise no returning Our pleasure 's turn'd to paine our mirth to mourning Our Hand hath lost her Sword our Head his Crowne Our Church her Glorie our Weale her high Renowne Lord we haue sinn'd and these our sins haue brought This world of griefe O purchace dearely bought From hence our sorrowes and from hence our Feares Proceed for this our eyes are blinde with Teares But that aye that which my poore heart doth count Her sharpest torture is Thy sacred Mount Sacred Mount Sion Sion that diuine Seate of thy glorie 's raz'd her tender Vine Laden with swelling Clusters is destroyd And Foxes now what once thy Lambs enioyd But thou O thou Eternall God whose Throne Is permanent whose glorie 's euer One Vnapt for Change abiding still the same Though Earth consume and Heauen dissolue her frame Why dost thou ah why dost thou thus absent Thy glorious Face Oh wherefore hast thou rent Thy Mercy from vs O! when wilt thou bee Attond to them that haue no trust but Thee Restore vs Lord and let our soules possesse Our wonted peace O let thy Hand redresse Our wasted fortunes Let thine Eye behold Thy scatter'd Flocke and driue them to their Fold Canst thou reject that People which thy Hand Hath chose and planted in the promis'd Land O thou the Spring of mercy wilt thou send No ease to our Afflictions no end FINIS Reade Iosephus de Antiq. Iud. lib. 10. cap. 10. Gen. 35. 12.
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