Diuine poems containing the history of [brace] Ionah, Ester, Iob, Sampson : Sions [brace] sonets, elegies / written and newly augmented by Fra. Quarles.
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- Diuine poems containing the history of [brace] Ionah, Ester, Iob, Sampson : Sions [brace] sonets, elegies / written and newly augmented by Fra. Quarles.
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- Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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- London :: Printed by M.F. for I. Marriot, and are to be sold at his shop in St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-streete,
- [1633]
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"Diuine poems containing the history of [brace] Ionah, Ester, Iob, Sampson : Sions [brace] sonets, elegies / written and newly augmented by Fra. Quarles." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A10252.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.
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Page 102
The Temple dance, me thinkes my ravisht eare,
(Rapt with the secret musicke that I heare)
Attends the warble of an Angels tongue,
Resounding forth this sense-bereaving Song;
Vashti shall fall, and Ester rise,
Sion shall thrive, when Haman dyes.
Blest are the meetings, and the Banquets blest,
Where Angels caroll musicke to the Feast;
¶How doe our wretched times degenerate
From former ages! How intemperate
Hath lavish custome made our bedrid Age,
Acting obscoene Scenes on her drunken Stage!
Our times are guided by a lewder lot,
As if that world another world begot:
Their friendly feasts were fill'd with sweet sobrie••
Ours, with uncleane delights, and base ebriety;
Theirs, the unvalued prise of Love intended;
Ours seeke the cause whereby our Love is ended;
How in so blind an Age could those men see!
And in a seeing Age, how blinde are we!