Iob militant with meditations diuine and morall. By Fra. Quarles.

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Iob militant with meditations diuine and morall. By Fra. Quarles.
Author
Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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London :: Printed by Felix Kyngston for George Winder, and are to bee sold at his shop in Saint Dunstons Churchyard in Fleetstreet,
1624.
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Job -- (Biblical figure) -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
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"Iob militant with meditations diuine and morall. By Fra. Quarles." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A10266.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2025.

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Meditatio quintadecima.
THe man, whose soule is vndistain'd with Ill, Pure from the check of a distemp'red Will,

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Stands onely free from the distracts of Care, And flies a pitch aboue the reach of Feare: His bosome dares the threatning Bow-mans arme, His Wisdome sees, his Courage feares no harme, His brest lyes open to the reeking Sword; The Darts of swarthy Maurus can afford Lesse dread, then danger, to his well prepar'd And settled mind, which (standing on her Guard) Bids Mischiefe doe the worst she can, or will, For he that doth no Ill, deserues no Ill.
Would any striue with* 1.1 Samson for renowne, Whose brawny Arme can strike most pillers downe? Or try a fall with* 1.2 Angels, and preuaile? Or with a Hymne, vnhinge the strongest* 1.3 Iayle? Would any from a Pris'ner, prooue a* 1.4 Prince? Or with* 1.5 slow speech, best Orators conuince? Preserue he then, vnstained in his brest, A milke-white Conscience; let his soule be blest With simple Innocence: This seuenfold shield No dart shall pierce, no sword shall make it yeeld; The sinowy Bow, and deadly-headed Launce, Shall breake in shiuers, and the splinters glaunce Aside, returning backe from whence they came, And wound their hearts with an eternall shame. The Iust and Constant mind, that perseueres Vnblemisht with false pleasures, neuer feares The bended threatnings of a Tyrants brow, Death neither can disturbe, nor change his Vow; VVell guarded with Himselfe, he walkes along, VVhen, most alone, his stand's a* 1.6 thousand strong
Liues he in VVeale, and full Prosperitie? His wisdome tells him, that he liues, to die.

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Is he* 1.7 afflicted? Sharpe Afflictions giue Him hopes of Change, and that that he dyes, to liue.
Is he* 1.8 reuil'd and scorn'd? He sits, and smiles, Knowing him* 1.9 Happie, whom the World reuiles. If Rich, he giues the poore; and if he liue In poore estate, he finds rich friends to giue; He liues an Angell in a mortall forme; And, hauing past the brunt of many a Storme, At last, arriueth at the Hauen of Rest, Where that Iust Iudge, that rambles in his brest, Ioyning with Angels, with an Angels voyce, Chaunts forth sweet Requiems of Eternall Ioyes.

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