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soul_n	benefit_n	bless_v	lord_n	4,603	5	5.2098	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A91574	Solomons recantation, entituled Ecclesiastes, paraphrased. With a soliloquie or meditation upon every chapter. / By Francis Quarles. Opus posthumum. Never before printed. With a short relation of his life and death.	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Quarles, Ursula, b. 1601.	1645 (1645)	Wing Q116; Thomason E284_13; ESTC R200060	37,689	73

rarely found Sow closely what thou sow'st and least in sight The eyes of Doves will make thy harvest light But stay Thou mayst surcharge as well as sterve The soile But wise men know what seed will serve Thy work thus wisely done what then remains Give Heav'n the glory and expect the Gains CAP. XII 1 The Creatour rs to be remembred in due time 8 The Preachers care to edifie 13 The feare of God is the chief Antidote of vanity Vers 1 REmember thy Creator in thy prime Of present youth before the black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach before the day Thy dying pleasures find a dull decay Vers 2 Before the Sun and Moon and Stars appear Dark in thy Microcosmal Hemisphear Vers 3 Before the Clouds of sorrows multiply And hide the Crystall of thy gloomy sky Before the Keepers of thy crazy Tow'r I 'e palsie-stricken and thy men of pow'r Sink as they march and Grinders cease to grind Distastfull bread and windows are grown blind Vers 4 Then shall the Castles two-leafd gates be barr'd When as the Milstones language is not heard The horn-mouth Belman shal affright thy slumbers Thy untun'd ear shall loath harmonious numbers Vers 5 Each obvious mole-hill shall encrease thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs A fly shall load thy shoulders Thy desire And all thy bed-rid passions shall expire Pale death 's at hand and mourners come to meet Thy tear-bedabled fun'rals in the Street Vers 6 Then shall the sinews silver cord be los'd Thy brains gold bowle be broke The undispos'd And idle liver 's ruby fountain dri'd The blouds Meandring Cisterns unsuppli'd Vers 7 Then shall the dust her dust to dust deliver Whose spirit shall return to God the Giver Vers 8 Whereto th'Ecclesiastick thus replies All all is vain and vainest vanities Vers 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 Vers 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 Verse 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 mē sent down from heav'n Verse 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 knowledge but no true content Verse 13 Mark then the ground where the main building Fear thou thy God Observe his just Commands Within the limits of this sacred Ground stands Mans duty lies true Happinesse is found Verse 14 No work shall passe untri'd No hand hath done What shall 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 new my soul through Hadadrimmons Vale Without a tear or if thou must bewaile Mourn for vain Earth and drop in alms one teare For him that finds 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 and 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 that 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 favour● and enroll His numerous mercies in thy gratefull brest Vers 1 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 Vpon thy 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 ftesh Gird up thy loyns and march spare neither sweat Nor blood 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 Vers 3 When creeping Age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breathe cold Winter on thy chill desires Vers 2 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 Vlcers 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

man to be possest Verse 12 Who knows what 's good for man in this dull blaze Of life his swift his shadow flying dayes Or who can tell when his short houre is run Th' event of all his toyle beneath the Sun SOLILOQUIE VI. WHat meant that great-creating Pow'r to frame This spatious Vniverse Was not his name Glorious enough without a Witnesse Why Did that corrected Twilight of his eye Vnmussle darknesse and with morning light Redeeme the day from new baptized night What meant that sacred Rower to command Divorce betwixt united Sea and Land Why wrapt heearth as yet untouch with showers In a greene Robe embroid'red all with flowers What meant the Beames of his refulgent eyes To print their Image in the crystall skyes What princely guests with all their num'rous traine Did he expect was he to entertaine That his magnificent his bounteous hand Made such Provision both by sea and land What royall State 's at hand what Potentate On whom must all these Royall armies wait Who worthy of so great a preparation Is th' object of such royall expectation What Prince is to be borne What glorious birth Is to be celebrated Groaning earth Brought forth a lump not much above a span A little naked puling thing cal'd Man Man a poore shiftlesse transitory thing Borne without sword or shield not having wing To fly from threatning danger not an arme To grapple with those num'rous ev'lls that swarme About his newborne frailty warpt aside From faire obedience to rebellious Pride Man whose frame the great Three-One advis'd And with a studied hand epitomiz'd The large voluminous and perfect story Of all his workes The Manuall of his Glory Man in whose soule the all Eternall drew The Image of himselfe for earth to view With feare and wonder in whose sov'raign eye He breath'd the flames of dreadfull Majesty Fill'd him with power entrusted to his hand Earths Empire and the lower worlds command Crown'd him with glory made him little lower Then heav'n-bred Angels that excell in power O but my soule how is that hand asham'd Of his owne work How is this frame unfram'd How is this Manuall blotted Every word How interlin'd How is this Image blurr'd How are those sparkes of Majesty that were So bright now baffled with degen'rous feare How is that power that was bred and borne The earth Commander now become the scorne of dunghill Passion shipwrackt with the Gust of every fatuous and inferiour Lust How is the Sunbright Honor of his Name Eclipst How is his Glory cloath'd with shame Reflect upon thy self my soule Enquire Into the vastnesse of thy vaine desire What would'st thou have which being had may fill Th'unfathom'd Gulf of thy insatiate will Thou level'st at a Good Wherein consists The Good thou level'st at To what strange Lists Is her conceal'd Omnipotence confin'd Where is this will-commanding Saint enshrin'd Is not her royall person gone to view The Mines of Ophir or the rich Peru Or is she gone to oyle the wings of Time With unctious pleasures in some foraine Clime Or is she mounted on the slippery Throne Of staggering Honor there disguis'd unknowne Alas my soule if heaven should suit thy store With thy desire thou wouldst desire yet more Verse 2 Or if spring tides of Gold should a degree Transcend thy wish perchance it would want thee Verse 3 What if a num'rous Off-spring should proclame A perpetuity to th'lasting Name Or if the even-spun ' Twine should be extended Till thou could'st number Nations all descended From thine owne loynes yet if the sparing hand of wayward Providence should chance to brand Vers 5 Thy dayes with poverty th' abortive birth Is more indebted to the gracious earth Then thou whose shadow-grasping hand even tires Vpon the vanity of thy vast desires Nay if both heav'n and earth should undertake T' extract the best from all Mankinde to make One perfect happy man and thou wert Hee Thy finite fortunes still would disagree Vers 7 With thy insatiate soule Some Qualmes of earth Hereditary to thy humane Birth Would print thy pamper'd soule with such a fresh And lively Character of feeble flesh That all thy Joyes doe Fortune what shee can May not exempt thee from the Lot of Man Cap. VII 1 Remedies against vanity are a good name 2 Mortification 7 Patience 11 Wisdome 23 The difficultie of wisdome Vers 1 A good reputed Name is sweeter farre Then breaths of Aromatick Oyntments are And that sad day when first we drew our breath Is not so happy as the day of death Vers 2 Better it is to be a fun'rall guest Then finde the welcomes of a frolick feast There may'st thou view thy end and take occasion T' enrich thy thoughts with fruitful contemplation Vers 3 Better to cloud thy face with griefe then show The lavish wrinkles of a laughing brow For by the sad demeanour of thine eyes The heart 's instructed and becomes more wise Vers 4 The wise mans sober heart is always turning His wary footsteps to the house of mourning But fools consume and revell out the night In dalliance and the day in loose delight Vers 5 The vertue of a wise mans fair reproof Brings greater benefit to a mans behoof Then all those eare-bewitching sweets that can Belch from the language of a foolish Man Vers 6 Look how the crackling thorns under the pot Blaze for a season but continue not Ev'n so doe foolish flatt'ries entertain Our souls with joy but all that joy is vain Vers 7 When wise men turn Oppressors they have crackt Their understandings in the very Act And the acceptance of a Bribe destroyes The grounds of Judgement and it blinds her eyes Vers 8 In all attempts the onset does not lend So sweet a satisfaction as the end And he whose gentle spirit is endow'd With meeknesse is far better then the proud Vers 9 Let not thy hot-mouth'd spirit entertain Too sudden passion with too slack a rain For rash and unadvised anger rests Embosom'd and abides in foolish brests Vers 10 Let not thy murm'ring tongue desire to know Why former dayes were not so bad as now Where heav'n declares a Will no wise mans eye Should search a Cause or lips enquire a why Vers 11 Wisdome is profitable to advance Mans welfare joyned with inheritance By this conjunction profit doth arise To those that toile beneath the sweltring skies Vers 12 Wisdome's a Guard and treasure a defence To supersede our wants reliev'd from thence Vers 13 Wisdom's th'extract of knowledge and convays To the possessor everblasting days O let thy thoughts enquire and understands The well-weigh'd works of the Almighties hand What he hath setled in a crooked state No industry of man can make it straight Vers 14 In thy good day take pleasure and be wise In thy bad day have patience and advise For heav'n gives both by turns to let man see How alterable earthly pleasures bee Vers 15 Much have I seen in this my short-liv'd