Devout entertainments of a Christian soule. Composed in French by the R.F. I.H. Quarre, P. of the Oratory of Jesus, and D.D. Translated in English by J.M. of W. Prisoner in the Tower of London.

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Devout entertainments of a Christian soule. Composed in French by the R.F. I.H. Quarre, P. of the Oratory of Jesus, and D.D. Translated in English by J.M. of W. Prisoner in the Tower of London.
Author
Quarré, Jean-Hugues, 1580-1656.
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Printed at Paris,
Anno Domini MDC XLVII. [1648]
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God -- Love -- Early works to 1800.
God -- Worship and love -- Early works to 1800.
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"Devout entertainments of a Christian soule. Composed in French by the R.F. I.H. Quarre, P. of the Oratory of Jesus, and D.D. Translated in English by J.M. of W. Prisoner in the Tower of London." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/B04963.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.

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A protestation of Love.

Shall I be alwaies overlight∣ned in my selfe, distracted in my thoughts, inconstant in my motions? How long will you permit me (Lord) to fol∣low my owne inclinations, and to be violently affected with the Creature? Recall my spi∣rit, withdraw it from all things, to retaine it for your selfe. Let not your just conduct (O most amiable goodnesse) abandon me, for leaving me to my self, blind that I am, I should lose my selfe in my Cupidities, and separate

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my selfe from you, to live no longer but for my selfe. Let death rather force me away, yea, fill (O God of love) fill rather my life with bitternesse, my heart with feare, and my soule with continuall displeasure, then per∣mit, that to please the Creature, or to satisfie my selfe, I may dis∣please your divine Majesty.

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