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A10266
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Iob militant with meditations diuine and morall. By Fra. Quarles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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1624
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STC 20550; ESTC S115485
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Hath left them grounded in too large a pause Whereat Elihu a young Stander-by Whose modest eares vpon their long reply Did waite his angry silence did awake And crauing pardon for his Youth bespake Young Standers-by doe oftentimes see more Then elder Gamesters Y' are too blame all foure T'ones cause is Bad but with good proofes befriēded The others Iust and Good but ill defended Though reason makes the man Heauen makes him wise Wisdome in greatest Clerks not alway lyes Then let your silence giue me leaue to spend My Iudgement whil'st your heedfull Eares attend I haue not heard alone but still expected To heare what more your spleenes might haue obiected Against your wofull Friend but I haue found Your reasons built vpon a sandy ground Flourish no Flags of Conquest Vnderstand That hee 's afflicted by th' Almighties hand He hath not fayld to crosse your accusations Yet I though not with your foule exprobations Will crosse him too I 'me full and I must speake Or like vnuented vessels I must breake And with my tongue my heart will be relieu'd That swells with what my patience hath conceiu'd Be none offended for my lips shall tread That ground without respect as Truth shall leade God hates a flattring language then how can I Vnliable to danger flatter any Now Iob to thee I speake O let my Errant Be welcome to thine eares fortruth's my warrant They are no slender Trifles that I treate But things digested with the sacred heate Of an inspired knowledge 'T is no rash Discharge of wrath nor wits conceited flash I 'le speake and heare thee speake as free for I Will take no vantage of thy Miserie Thy tongue did challenge to maintaine thy case With God if he would vayle his glorious Face Be I the man though clad with clay and dust And mortall like thy selfe that takes the trust To represent his Person Thou dost terme Thy selfe most Iust and boldly dost affirme That Heauen afflicts thy soule without a reason Ah Iob these very words alone are Treason Against th'Almighti's will Thou oughtest rather Submit thy passion to him as thy Father Then pleade with him as with thy Peere Is he Bound to reueale his secret VVill to thee God speaketh oft to man not vnderstood Sometimes in Dreames at other times thinks good To thunder Iudgement in his drowzy eare Sometimes with hard afflictions scourge doth teare His wounded soule which may at length giue ease Like sharper Physicke to his foule Disease But if like pleasing Iulips he afford The meeke Expounders of his sacred VVord VVith sweete perswasions to recure his griefe How can his sorrowes wish more faire Reliefe Ah then his body shall waxe young and bright Heauens-face that scortcht before shall now delight His tongue with Triumph shall confesse to men I was a Leper but am cleare agen Thus thus that Spring of Mercy oftentimes Doth speake to man that man may speake his crimes Consider Iob My words with Iudgement weigh VVhich done if thou hast ought then boldly say If otherwise shame not to hold thy peace And let thy VVisdome with my words encrease And you you VVisemen that are silent here Vouchsafe to lend my lips your rip'ned care Let 's call a parlie and the cause decide For Iob pleades guiltlesse and would faine be tride Yet hath his boldnesse term'd himselfe Vpright And taxt th'Almightie for not doing right His Innocence with Heauen doth he pleade And that vniustly he was punished O Puritie by Impudence suborn'd He scorn'd his Maker and is iustly scorn'd Farre be it from the heart of man that He VVho is all Iustice yet vniust should be Each one shall reape the Haruest he hath sowne His meede shall measure what his hands haue done VVho is 't can claime the Worlds great Soueraignty VVho rays'd the Rafters of the Heauens but He If God should breathe on man or take away The breath he gaue him what were man but Clay O let thy heart th'vnbridled tongue conuince Say Dare thy lips defame an earthly Prince How darst thou then maligne the King of Kings To whom great Princes are but poorest things He kicks down kingdoms spurns th' Emperial crown And with his blast puffes mighty Monarchs downe 'T is vaine to striue with Him and if He strike Our part 's to beare not fondly to mislike Misconstruing the nature of his drift But husband his Corrections to our thrift If he afflict our best is to implore His Blessing with his Rod and sinne no more What if our torments passe the bounds of measure It vnbesits our wills to stint his pleasure Iudge then and let th' impartiall world aduise How farre poore Iob thy Iudgement is from wise Nor are these speeches kindled with the fire Of a distempred spleene but with desire T' inrich thy wisdome lest thy furie tie Presumption to thy rash infirmitie Meditatio sextadecima FOr mortals to be borne waxe old and die Lyes not in Will but bare Necessitie Common to beasts which in the selfe-degree Hold by the selfe-same Patent euen as wee But to be Wise is a diuiner action Of the discursiue Soule a pure abstraction Of all her powers vnited in the will Ayming at Good reiecting what is Ill It is an Influence of inspired Breath Vnpurchased by birth vnlost by death Entayl'd to no man no nor free to all Yet gently answers to the eager call Of those that with inflam'd affections seeke Respecting tender Youth and Age alike In depth of dayes her spirit not alway lyes Yeeres make man Old but Heauen returnes him Wise Youths Innocence nor riper Ages strength Can challenge her as due Desired length Of dayes produced to decrepit yeeres Fild with experience and grizly haires Can claime no right Th' Almighty ne'r engages His gifts to times nor is He bound to Ages His quickning Spirit to sucklings oft reueales What to their doting Grandsires he conceales The vertue of his breath can vnbenumme The frozen lips and strike the speaker dumme Who put that mouing power into his tongue Whose lips did right the chaste Susanna's wrong Vpon her wanton false Accusers death What secret fire inflam'd that fainting breath That blasted Pharo Or those ruder tongues That school'd the faithlesse Prophet for the wrongs He did to sacred Iustice Matters not How slight the meanes be in it selfe or what In our esteemes so wisedome be the message Embassadours are worthyed in th' Embassage God sowes his Haruest to his best encrease And glorifies himselfe how-e're he please Lord if thou wilt for what is hard to thee I may a Factor for thy glory be Then grant that like a faithfull seruant I May render back thy stock with Vsury THE ARGVMENT God reapes no gaine by mans best deeds Man's misery from himselfe proceeds Gods Mercy and Iustice are vnbounded In workes of Nature man is grounded Sect. 17. ELihu thus his pausing lips againe Disclos'd said Rash Iob dost thou maintain A rightfull Cause which in