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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56943	Boanarges and Barnabas, or, Judgment and mercy for afflicted soules containing of [brace] meditations, soliloquies, and prayers / by Francis Quarles.; Boanerges and Barnabas	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1646 (1646)	Wing Q51; ESTC R39728	54,098	234

excuse as well as make the lie Had Caesar Scipio or Alexander been regulated by such strict Divinity their names had been as silent as their dust A lie is but a faire put off the sanctuary of a secret the riddle of a lover the stratagem of a Souldier the policy of a Statesman and a salve for many desperate sores His Flames BUt hark my soule there 's something rounds mine eare and calls my language to a rec●ntation The Lord hath spoken it Liers shall have their part in the lake which bur●eth with fire and brimstone Revel. 21. 8. Exod. 20. Thou shalt not raise a false report Levit. 19. 11. Ye shall not deal falsely neither lie one to another Prov. 12. 22. Lying lips are abomination to the Lord but they that deal truely are his delight Prov. 19. 5. He that speaketh lies shall not escape Ephes. 4. 5. Put away lying and every one speak truth with his neighbour for we are members one of another Revel. 21. 27. There shall in no wise enter into the new Ierusalem any thing that worketh abomination or that maketh a lie His Proofes S. Augustine Whosoever thinkes there is any kind of lie that is not a sin shamefully deceives himself mistaking a lying or cousening knave for a square or honest man Gregor. Eschew and avoid all falshood though sometimes certain kind of untruths are lesse sinfull as to tell a lie to save a mans life yet because the Scripture saith The lyer slayeth his own soul and God will destroy them that tell a lie therefore religious and honest men should alwayes avoid even the best sort of lies neither ought another mans life be secured by our falsehood or lying lest we destroy our owne soule in labouring to secure another mans life His Soliloquy WHat a child O my soule hath thy false bosome harb●rd And what reward can thy indulgence expect from such a father What blessing canst thou hope for from heaven that pleadest for the son of the devill and crucifyest the Son of God God is the Father of truth To secure thy estate thou deniest the truth by framing o● a lie To save thy brothers life thou opposest the truth in justifying a lie Now tell me O my soul art thou worthy the name of a Christian that denyest and opposest the nature of Christ Art thou worthy of Christ that preferrest thy estate or thy brothers life before him O my unrighteous soule canst thou hold thy brother worthy of death for giving thee the lie and thy selfe guiltlesse that makest a lie 〈◊〉 but in some cases truth destroyes thy life a lie preserves it My soule was God thy Creator then make not the devill thy preserver Wilt thou despair to trust him with thy life that gave it and make him thy Protector that seeks to destroy it Reforme thee and repent thee O my soul hold not thy life on such conditions but trust thee to the hands that made thee His Prayer O God that art the God of truth whose word is truth that hatest lying lips and abominatest the deceitfull tongue that banishest thy presence all such as love or make a ly and lovest truth and requirest uprightnesse in the inward parts I the most wretched of the sonnes of men and most unworthy to be called thy son make bold to cast my sinfull● eies to heaven Lord I have sinned against heaven and against truth and have turned thy grace into a lie I have renounced the wayes of righteousnesse and harbour'd much iniquity within me which hath turned thy wrath against me I have transgrest against the checks of my own conscience and have vaunted of my transgression which way soever I turne mine eye I see no object but shame and confusion Lord when I look upon my selfe I finde nothing there but fuell for thy wrath and matter for thine indignation and my condemnation And when I cast mine eyes to heaven I there behold an angry God and a severe revenger But Lord at thy right hand I see a Saviour and a sweet Redeemer I see thy wounded Son cloathd in my flesh and bearing mine infirmities and interceding for my numerous transgressions for which my soule doth magnifie thee O God and my spirit rejoyceth in him my Saviour Lord when thou lookest upon the vast score of my offences turne thine eyes upon the infinite merits of his satisfaction O when thy justice calls to mind my sinnes let not thy mercy forget his sufferings Wash mee O wash me in his blood and thou shalt see me cloathed in his righteousnesse Let him that is all in all to me be all in all for me make him to me sanctification justification and redemption Inspire my heart with the spirit of thy truth and preserve me from the deceitfulnesse of a double tongue Give me an inward confidence to relie upon thy fatherly providence that neither fear may deterre me nor any advantage may turne me from the wayes of thy truth Let not the specious goodnesse of the end encourage me to the unlawfulnesse of the meanes but let thy Word be the warrant to all my actions Guide my footsteps that I may walke uprightly and quicken my conscience that it may reprove my failings Cause me to feel the burthen of this my habituall sin that comming to thee by a true and serious repentance my sins may obtaine a full and a gratious forgivenesse Give me a heart to make a Covenant with my lips that both my heart and tongue being sanctified by thy Spirit may be both united in truth by thy mercy and magnifie thy name for ever and for ever The revengefull mans rage O What a Julip to my scorching soul is the delicious blood of my Offend●r and how it cooles the burning F●ver of my boyling veynes It is the Quintessence of pleasures the height of satisfaction and the very marrow of all delight to bathe and paddle in the blood of such whose bold affronts have turn'd my wounded pat●ence into fury How full of sweetnesse was his death who dying was reveng'd upon three thousand enemies How sweetly did the younger brothers blood allay the soul-consuming flame of the elder who took more pleasure in his last breath then heaven d●d in his first Sacrifice Yet had not heaven to demned his action nature h●d found an Advocate for his passion What sturdy spirit hath the power to rule his suffer●ng thoughts or curbe the headstrong ●u●y of his Irascible affections Or who but fooles that cannot taste anjnjury can moderate their high-bred spirits and stop their passion in her full carrier Let heavy Cynicks they whose leaden soules are taught by stupid reason to stand bent at every wrong that can digest an injury more easily then a complement that can protest against the Lawes of nature and cry all naturall affection downe let them be Andirons for the in●urious world to worke a Heat upon let them finde shoulders to receive the paineful stripes of peevish Mortal●s and to bear the wrongs

come who will both bring to light the hidden things of darknesse and wil make manifest the counsell of the heart Rom. 14. 13. Let us not therefore judge one another any more but judge this rather that no man put a stumbling blocke or an accusation to fall in his brothers way Psal. 50. 6. God is judge himselfe His Proofs St. Augustine Apparant and notorious iniquities ought both to be reproved and condemned but we should never judge such things as we understand not nor can certainly know whether they be done with a good or evill intent St. Augustine When thou knowest not apparantly judge charitably because it 's better to thinke well of the wicked then by frequent censuring to suspect an innocent man guilty of an offence St. Augustine The vnrighteous Iudge shall bee justly condemned His Soliloquy HAs thy brother O my soul a beam in his eye And hast thou no moat in thine Clear thy owne and thou wilt see the better to cleanse his If a Theife bee in his Candle blow it no● out lest thou wrong the flame but if thy snuffers be of Gold snuffe it Has he offended thee Forgive him Hath he trespass●d against the Congregation Reprove him Hath he sinned against God Pray for him O my soule how uncharitable hast thou been How Pharisaically hast thou judg'd Being sick of the Iaundies how hast thou censur'd another yellow And with blotted fingers made his blurre the greater How has the pride of thine owne heart blinded thee toward thy selfe How quick sighted to another Thy brother has slipt but thou hast fallen and hast blancht thy owne impiety with the publishing his sin Like a Flie thou stingest his sores and feed'st on his corruptions Iesus came eating and drinking and was judg'd a glutton Iohn came fasting and was challeng●d with a devill Iudge not my soule lest thou be judged maligne not thy brother lest God laugh at thy destruction Wouldst thou escape the punishment judge thy selfe Wouldst thou avoid the sin humble thy selfe His Prayer O God that art the onely searcher of the Reines to whom the secre●s of the heart of man are only known to whom alone the judgement of our thoughts our words deeds belong and to whose sentence we must stand or fall I a presumptuous sinner that have thrust into thy place and boldly have presumed to execute thy office do here as humbly confesse the insolence of mine attempt and with a sorrowfull heart repent me of my doings and though my convinced conscience can look for nothing from thy wrathfull hand but the same measure which I measured to another yet in the confidence of that mercy which thou hast promised to all those that truly and unfainedly beleeve I am become an humble sutor for thy gratious pardon Lord if thou search me but with a favourable eye I shall appeare much more unrighteous in thy sight then this my uncharitably condemned brother did in mine O looke not therefore Lord upon me as I am lest thou abhor me but through the merits of my blessed Saviour cast a gratious eye upon me Let his humilitie satisfie for my presumption and let his meritorious sufferings answer for my vile uncharitablenesse let not the voice of my offence provoke thee with a stronger cry then the language of his Intercession Remove from me O God all spirituall pride and make me little in my own conceit Lord light me to my selfe that by thy light I may discerne how dark I am Lighten that darknesse by thy holy Spirit that I may search into my own corruptions And since O God all gifts and graces are but nothing and nothing can be acceptable in thy sight without charity quicken the dulnesse of my faint affections that I may love my brother as I ought Soften my marble heart that it may melt at his infirmities Make me carefull in the examination of my owne wayes and most severe against my owne offences Pull out the beam out of mine owne eye that I may see clearly and reprove wisely Take from me O Lord all grudging envy and malice that my seasonable reproofs may win my brother Preserve my heart from all censorious thoughts and keep my tongue from striking at his name Grant that I make right use of his Infirmities and read good Lessons in his failings that loving him in thee and thee in him according to thy command wee may both bee united in thee as members of thee that thou mayest receive honour from our communion here and we eternall glory from thee hereafter in the world to come The Liars Fallacies NAy if Religion be so strict a Law to binde my tongue to the necessity of a truth on all occasions at all times and in all places the gate is too strait for me to enter Or if the generall rules of down-right truth will admit no ●ew exceptions farewell all honest mirth farewell all trading farewell the whole converse betwixt man and man If alwayes to speak punctuall truth bee the true Symptomes of a blessed soule Tom Tell troth has a happy time and fooles and children are the only men If truth sit Regent in what faithfull breast shall secrets finde repose What kingdome can be safe What Common wealth can be secure What warre can be successefull What Stratagem can prosper if bloody times should force Religion to shroud it selfe beneath my roo●e upon demand shall my false truth betray it Or shall my brothers life or shall my owne be seis'd upon through the cruell truth of my down-right confession or rather not be secured by a faire officious lie shall the righteous Favorite of Egypts Tyrant by vertue of a loud lie sweeten out his joy and heigthen up his soft affection with the Antiperistasis of teares and may I not prevaricate with a sullen truth to save a brothers life from a bloodthirsty hand shall Iacob and his too indulgent mother conspire in a lie to purchase a paternall blessing in the false name and habit of a supplanted brother and shall I question to preserve the granted blessing of a life or livelihood with a harmelesse lie Come come my soul let not thy timerous conscience check at such poor things as these So long as thy officious tongue aymes at a just end a lie is no offence So long as thy perjurious lips confirme not thy untruth with an aud●ci●us brow thou n●edst not feare The weight of the cause releeves the burthen of the Crime Is thy Center good No matter how crooked the lines of the circumference be Policie allowes it If thy journies end be heaven it matters not how full of Hell thy journey be Divinity allowes it Wilt thou condemn the Egyptian Midwives for saving the infant Israelites by so merciful a lie When martial execution is to be done wilt thou fear to kill When hunger drives thee to the gates of death wilt thou be afraid to steale When civill warres divide a Kingdome will Mercuries decline a lie No circumstances