Hosanna, or, Divine poems on the passion of Christ by Francis Quareles. Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A56987 of text R2943 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing Q97A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 28 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 20 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. 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A56987 R2943 (Wing Q97A). civilwar no Hosanna, or Divine poems on the passion of Christ. By Francis Quareles. Quarles, Francis 1647 4534 32 0 0 0 0 0 71 D The rate of 71 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2005-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2005-07 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-08 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2005-08 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion HOSANNA , OR DIVINE POEMS ON THE PASSION OF CHRIST . BY FRANCIS QUARELES . LONDON , Printed for Iohn Benson , and are to be sold at his shop in Chancery Lane neare the Roules . 1647. VPON THE DAY OF OVR SAVIOVRS NATIVITY . THis day 's a riddle for the God that made This day , this day from his owne Creature had His making too ; his flesh , and bone , and lim And breath from her , that had her breath from him . Th'unbribed Judge of Mans eternall doome This day was Pris'ner in a Virgins wombe : And the Lord Paramount of all the Earth Was wanting a poore Tenement at his birth , Into the Inne this meane guest must not come . Strange , he that fills all roomes should have no roome ▪ The Sunne dropt from his spheare , and did decline His unshorne head to the Earth ; his radiant shine Peep'd from the windores of the East , to breath New life on People in the shades of Death . Deare Sunne since from thy sphere thou once were sent , Here is a Soule , make it thy firmament . Borne of a Virgin . ALthough the eye of Faith , not reason can Behold a Virgin Mother of a Man , Yet Natralists affirme some things may breed And have their propagation without seed . As that rich crop of Pease which Story sayes Made Orford famous in our Gransires dayes Th' admir'd Phoenix which admits no paire In her perfumed ashes leaves an heire . And this Maiola dares to justifie To be no false , but true history . By seminall commixtion , I had bin Distain'd , and soiled with originall sin , Pure must the Pipe , pure must the Conduit bee That must convey water of-life to mee . Our Sunne of righteousnesse when he would-shine Vpon the world , choose Virgo for his signe . Borne in Augustus time . NOw was the man of men great Iulius slaine , And with his blood had dy'd the chaire in graine Hee sate in , in the Senate : and the flood Which streamd from civill warre dri'd in his blood ; And now the milde Augustus sate above The Sphere of Rome like a propitious Iove . And with a milder influence clear'd the skies , And purg'd these exhalations which did rise From so much blood effused : or was sent Like some Apollo to Romes firmament ; For in his sunnie dayes was learnings spring , All the Arts flourish'd , and each Muse did sing The fulnesse of all time , who will not thinke ? When Peace and Learning were so fairely link't ? When Wisdome hadits flourish on the earth , Then had the Wisdome of the Father birth . And when the Olive branch of Peace was showne Then , not before , the Prince of Peace came downe ! Borne in Winter . PHlegmatick Winter on a bed of Snow Lay spitting full of rhewme ; the Sunne was now Inn'd at the Goat ; the melancholique Earth Had her wombe bound , and hopelesse of the birth Of one poore flowre , the fields , wood , meads , and all Fear'd in this snowie sheet a funerall , Nor only senselesse Plants were in decay Man , who 's a Plant revers'd , was worse then they ▪ He had a spirituall Winter , and bereft Not of his leaves , but juyce , nay , nothing lesse ▪ His passive power to live was so abated He was not to be rais'd , but new created . When all things else were perished , and when No flowers were , but in their causes , then This wondrous Flower it selfe to act did bring , And Winter was the Flowre lesses spring . Borne in the Night . THe hav'ns was now but mask'd , and now forbids His eyelike starres to looke out of their lids , For it had been a shame unto the night If but one starre had miss'd so great asight . Or else it wa● muffled in silent shade , And dress'd in sullen blacks , and was afraid To let one starre gaze out , for had it seene This sight , it had for ever blinded been . There was a double night , a night of sinne , Darke Heav'n design'd the darknesse we were in The darknesse , which through heav'n with silence roules Was the sad Emblem of our darkned soules . Now when the Sun , which daily rounds the skies Was gone to bed , this other Sunne did rise ; For happy 't was not fit there should appeare Two Suns at once , in the same Hemisphere . The Angels tell it to the Shepheards . THere is a point of happinesse a time se● Wherein felicity either must be met Or miss'd for ever ; and that certaine now Is , when w' are at our Calllngs ; from the Plow Rome painfull Quintus her Dictator makes . While Matthew gathers toule , and custome takes Hee 's call'd to write a Gospell . At their Net The sonnes of Zebedee their conversions met . And while these men stand Centinells and keep Strict watd , and watch about their charge their sheep , They from themselves are rapt with sacred Hymnes ; And ravish'd with a noise of Chernbimes . That sung this infants lullabie . The storie Hath some proportion with the Auditorie , They Shepherds were , to them the tydings came ▪ And the first Gospel of the Holy Lambe . Of the Starres that appeared to the wise men . AStrologie hath this rule ; Heav'ns seldome shine With idle fires ; like Prophets they devine Stupendious events ; That spark'ling beame That did so long in Cassiopia streame , And shot upon the world an angery glance , Shew'd in its lookes the Massacree of France This Starre whose comming Balaam had profest , From some wise men , thinke these wise men were guest Not fram'd by Natures fingers , but the hand That framed Nature did not move and stand A non significant , but it selfe a wonder , Sew`d that a greater miracle lay under . How was th' eternall Sonne obscured here A Stable was his Heav'n , a Crib his sphere ▪ Never had Sun such an Eclips as this , To want a Starre to shew ●en where it is . Of the wise men . LEt them not boast , that they first saw this Starre , A brawnie brainlesse Clowne might goe as farre , The Starre in Cassiopea as I find . Ticho confesse , was shew'd him by a Hinde , Wise though they were , they 'd gone they knew not whether Had this Starre then been sent to lead them thither . So that the Starre which did before them goe Both shew'd them light , and shew'd their blindnesse too . But why a Starre ? when God doth meane to woe us , He useth meanes that are familiar to us . Peter a fisher was , and with a draught Of many fishes was the fisher caught : These men were vers'd in Starres and well could read them Therefore a Starre is chose ●●out to lead them . How are men drawne to heaven the way they please , A fish to●●●Peter , and a Starre takes these . Of the Innocents . HArke what is that I heare ? O t is the sound Of Rachel ! cause her children can'nt be found . Herod that Fox : so is his title good He slayes the tender Lambs , and sucks their blood . Strange tempered hearts whose edges would not yeeld Suppled with all the teares that day were spild ; Hearts of the Rock which like to Diamonds must Be cut , or ner'e be cut , with their owne dust . There a child giving death a lovely looke Smiles on his executioner ; there an other Asleep is slaine ; Sleep chang'd to death his brother Dennis who sweats to put on ranke and file Heav'ns Spirits by nine orders ; doth beguile Himselfe and me ; his memorie was too blame This order of the Innocents not to name . Of St. Stephen . SOme names are ominous , wherein wise fate Writes in fare Characters mens future state Hippolitus who scorn'd incestuou● sports Was torne with horses , as his name imports . Stephen was a Crowne , which shew'd in time to come He should put on the Crown of Martyrdome . A Crowne enchas'd with stones , nay such a one Earth cannot boast , 't was all of precious stone ; The storme of stones which at this Martyr flew Recoild , inriched with an Orient hue . The meanest flint which at this Saint was throwne , Reflects a Rubie , or some richer stone ▪ The stones advanced to a heap , become As first our Martyrs Crowne , so now his tombe . Muse , make a Pagan wonder : thus set down , Here lyes a man intombed in his crowne . Of our Saviours Circumcision , or New-yeares day . THe seventh day from his birth , he did begin Obedience to the Law and pawnd his s●●n , He would fulfill it ; when Ziskas houre was come He should expire , he bad them make a Drum Of s' skin , conceited it would scare the foe 'T was strange antipothie , if it would doe so . But this small peece of skin was such a spell It scar'd the sootie Regimen●s of Hell . Hee as a Prince a Crowne like Princes weares , And Thornes are th' Emblemes of a Princes cares : The Church a Lilly amongst Thornes doth grow , And as the Churches head himself doth so . When Romes Dictators did a Conquest bring From some sackt Towne , or from some petty King Triumphing Palme , and Temples crowning Bayes Circling their browes shot from their head like rayes . Here Hell was captive , Death it Triumph borne . And yet Victors head but crown'd with Thorne : Peace ; 't was 〈…〉 his blood had dide the twigs And chang'd 〈…〉 of Corrall sprigs , Or stain'd the buds , so 〈…〉 blush Out-vied the English or the Province bush . They gave him Vineger and Gall , Mat. 27. And Wine mingled with Myrrh , Mark 15. WHen one was on the cursed tree to die , They gave Narcotick drinke to stupifie And dull the motion of the active sense So to allay the racking violence Of his sharpe tortures , and the Rabbins say That these compounded potions were they Give Wine to men ready to quit their breath , Vineger is his preparative to Death ; Hee must have nought but Vineger who hath Trod in the Wine-presse of his Fathers wrath . Those lips that once like honey combs distill'd Are now with gall in stead of honey fill'd . And he 's presented with a draught of gall , Whose innocence before had none at all . One of the Wise-men that to Betblem went To doe him homage , did him Myrh present . So they did here , but in a different case 'T was there in honour , here in his disgrace . They compell'd Simon of Syrene to beare his Crosse . HE could not beare his crosse , his crosse must try To beare the burthen of his Majesty , A burthen which the Legendaries write Made Christopher to stoope , maugre his might , Which maz'd him , till 't was whisper'd in his eare He had borne him , that all the world did beare . His Yoke is easie ; yet on him they lay A heavie crosse to carry ; who dares say That this was just ? yet thus we men requite Him , who professed that his burthen 's light , But this 't was made it heavie , there came in His Fathers wrath to boot , and the worlds fin . Poore Simon then comming out of the field Where haply he had plow'd , not us'd a Shield ; Receives the crosse for 's armes ; no Herauld can Produce me such another Gentleman . So he walkes on to Golgotha , where hee Commends his Saviour to the fatall Tree Where Death and Life were wond in mutuall strife , It was his tree of death , our tree of life . Crucified . THose hands , which Heav'n like to a curten spred , Are spred upon the Crosse : those hands which did Consolidate the metals in the ground , One of those metals gave those hands the wound : See his hands spred , as if he meant to grace His Executioners with his last embrace , Nay , all the world : for if his fist can hold The winds , his armes can all the world enfold . See there Longinus with his ruder speare Peirce his Diviners side , from whence appeare Water and blood , whose white and red present Th'admitting and confirming Sacrament . See here his feet nail'd to the Crosse , which done Those feet with streames of purple did so runne , That in one sense it might be understood Our Saviours feet were swift to shed blood : His hands and feet thus forced to obey The cruell nailes command ; may we not say The Starre that out of Jacob shin'd so farre Was then , or never made a fixed Starre ? Crucified between two Theeves . VVHat , reckon'd amongst rogues ? mixt with the rabble D●svail'd like the jewell in the fable Cast in the count mongst theeves ? what coine is he In Jury stamp'd , yet there not currant be ? They should not for inscription sake refuse Iesus of Nazareth King of the Iewes ; A Peece so rich , no Angell that could make it So good , the Devill was content to take it . When mans arreareages for sinne were paid , And the whole ransome of the world defraid Those Moralists who anciently did dreame Vertue was not a meant , but an extreame , If they had seene him placed thus , would sweare Vertue was in the midst , for he was there , And by his presence made it plaine to try How Vertue look'd set by her contrary . And yet his glory had not an addition Of lustre lent it by this opposition ; To set him off , he stood in need of none No foile was needfull for so rich a Stone . The Earth did quake . REst is the property her creator gave her , But now a Palsey makes her veins to quaver : How can't to passe , that wind cholique strove In the Earths bowels , and did make her move . Shee once was built so firmely on her base Shee need not feare a shouldering from her place , 'T is true ; but wa' st not time to stirre , when hee That fastned her , was fastned to a tree . When he was in his lowest declination , Then dust and ashes had their exaltation . And the Earth rous'd lier selfe , as if shee meant To be no more the lowest element . Or since his deaths-men did so bouldly dare , Shee taught them by example how to feare . The Earth did put on man , and trembling shooke , Man put on earth , and no amazement tooke ; Sure this will aggravate those mens offence The Earth show'd reason , and the men no sense . The Sunne was in a totall Eclips , and not as naturally it should have been in the Sign with the Moon . TWo Suns were seene , when Charles the Great deceast Whose mighty wings ore-shaded all the West . But when this mightier King of Kings did die Not one appear'd to beautifie the skie : For when Great Charles did undergo his doome One Sunne seem'd added to supply his roome . But when the God of Natures selfe was gone Into a Passion , there was use for none . Nay , when the Sphere of light was puffed out How could the Sunne poore Taper looke about ? Horrid Eclipse ; for now the Moone by right Was not in the Sunes signe , but opposite ; And the same way our sinnes eclips'd that Sun Upon the Crosse ▪ by opposition . Miraculous Eclipse , how could the small And lesse circumference of the Moone hide all The larger Sunne , but that our darker sin To aide the Moone , did bring her forces in . The Graves opened , and many of the Saints arose . THere was no Trumpet here to raise the dead , And call them from their graves , nor was there need , Though no Arch-Angell with a Trumpet cried , Yet now the Angell of the Covenant died . And dying cri'd with a loud voice ; and those Mistooke it for the Trumpet , and arose . They rose , as if it had been their intents To give him choise of all their Monuments . And seeing that he must interment have , Each Saint did seeme to cry , pray take my grave . When he bow'd downe his head , the dead rais'd theirs And lookt out of their frighted Sepulchres . The soules shot out of heav'n in to the dead , And did a second time their bodies wed . And though they had not left their blessed thrones To reassume their ancient flesh and bones : Yet his last gaspe had been enough to have hurl'd Soules into all the bodies of the world . Buried in a Garden . AFter his spirituall death , first Adam's cast Out of the Garden , where he had been plac'd . After his Corporall , second Adam's put Into a Garden , and there closely shut . The first had not gone out but for his sin , And but for ours , the second not come in . Hee 's in a Garden laid ▪ not as one dead , But as a living Plant set in a bed : Set in the Spring , and without aid of showres Sprung in the spring-time , like to other flowres To which he gave the beauty that they have , And that 's the reason , that the spring's so brave , Nay , wholesome as 't is brave ; for in that place Sprung up ( if ever ) that rich herbe of grace . Our Herbalists have writ that Serpents feare The vertue of that herbe , nor dare come neare Her soveraigne powre ; I care not though they misse I 'm sure th'old Serpent dares not come neere this . Buried in a new Tombe hewen out of a Rock . VVHen Emperours were crown'd , Tomb-makers brought Severall stones , and what the Emperour thought Rest in his choise , that stone was laid aside To be the Emperours Tomb-stone when he died . ●his Emperour was crown'd but choose no stone , ●seph supplies that want , and chooseth one , ●nd such a one , as might be censur'd fit ●or him that was to be inclos'd in it . ●hat wondrous stone , which Daniel saith was cut Out of the Rock , that stone it selfe was put ●nto a stone , which lately had forsaken The rockie Quarrie , whence it had been taken . That for his Epitaph it might be read , Here in a stone , a stone lies buried . 'T was a new Tombe , and was it not most fit For that pure body which was put in it ? How like his Tombe and maiden Mother is , Man never lay with her , nor man in this . He that was taken from a Virgin Wombe Where should he lye but in a Virgin Tombe . The Mount of Olives . HEe 's humble ; and that humblenesse will show By th' Emblem ; Nature plants the Olive low . But as presaging that from hence should bee The starting of a great ascention , shee Set those upon a Hill , as if shee meant They should have theirs , where he had his ascent , He 's a King , and his Majesty will show By th'Emblem ; Oyle annoints the royall brow Not liquors , unguents , nor rich Palmes we try , But Oyle ; for Oyle denoteth Soveraignty . Blended with other liquors it will move In an ambition till it flowes above . In the compounding of a Majesty , A chiefe ingredient is humility . The heightned spirits would be too elate ●f humblenesse should not a● temper state . In him like friended Elements they doe Commix ; he was a Lambe , yet Lion too . Whit-Sunday : There was a noise from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind . WHen sad Elijah did by Horeb lye , A roaring wind so buffeted the skie As if the musterd vapours had combind To make one storme ; God was not in the wind . But when th' Apostles by consent were met , After their parture from Mount Olivet A bellowing tempest vollied from the Sphere , And filled all the roome ▪ and God was there . The spirit and the wind may seeme to bee Imploy'd in consort for their simpathie When th' universe was made , and darknesse strove For place , the spirit did on the waters move ; When the drown'd world was to be made agen The wind did move upon the waters then . Now when th' eternall Spirit was to blow And breath on them , he sent a wind , as though The uncreated Spirit had assign'd Th'other created spirit of the wind To usher him the way as he should come , Or be his Harbinger to take his roome . There appeared unto them Tongues . WHen Babel first rear'd her ambitious crest Upon the Plaine of Shinar , to contest With heav'n ; a different language did beguile The Founders hopes , and stay the rising Pile , So when the Church was to be edified , The builders language was diversified ; But difference of tongues had different power , It rais'd the Church and ruined the Tower . Th' Apostles were Ambassadors assign'd By the King of Heav'n to go to all Mankind ; And 't was both reason , and their Kings intent That they should know the tongues before they went Yet they had none , but as the haste requir'd Their language was infused , not acquir'd . Unletter'd soules , poore Fisher-men that spoke Hardly more tongues , then the mute fish they tooke . He who 's the Fathers word , a promise gave That he should send , and they a present have . This mission did the miracle afford , He sent the Tongues , who was himselfe the Word . Tongues of fire , and sate upon each of them . VVHen fire like the Postilian was past Elijah ; a soft language came at last . But here was no precedencie in either , The fire and language did come both together , For he who Father of all language is , Was in the Apostles fire , but not in his . That fierce apparition which did flame In Moses bush , and not enfire the same , Helpt not his tongues defect , nor did him store With any dialects unknowne before . Here it did both , here the divided blaze Refin'd their stile , and varied their phrase The Prophet had not power to forbeare Because it was fite in his bones ; 't was here Fire in their tongues ; they needs must silence breake Tongues tipt with fire , how can they choose but speak ? The Prophets tongue once with a ●oale had bin Toucht at the Altar by a Cherubin ; But here it were superfluous to require Coales for these tongues , these tongues themselves were fire , These tongues the Spirir would not represent In the drie , cold , or the moist Element , That temper were too languishing and weake , So powerfull an Embassie to speake . They must be fire , whose doctrine must be hurl'd Swift as the wings of lightning through the world , And worke th' effects of lightning ; will not hit A heart of flesh , but gently passe by it . But grindes these hearts to dust , whose hardnesse dare Provoke a Nether Mill-stone to compare , And like the lightnings uncontrouled stroake Slides by a Reed , but ruinates an Oake ; Like fire they were to separate the gold From the admixture of th' impurer mould , To take the masse of the whole rationall creature To fine , and quintessentiate their nature , And with the Alchimie of heavenly fire . Make the extracted spirits to aspire , Which with repeated heates they so refin'd That they drew out th' Elixar of Mankind . Steele-temper'd consciences , and hearts conflate Of sturdiest metals , as unmov'd as fate Were by the working of the fire made fit , Coelestiall formes , and notions to admit . Their Sermons were not only heard but felt And made a leaden Auditory melt . Which being so dissolved they imprest Divine Ideas in the softned brest Those parted blazes fix'd on them did shine Like prettie Commets , whence one might divine ▪ Some alteration ; and there was ; for then There was the change of soules , and change of men . Or else like Starres these little flames did slide With which th' Apostles were all stellified , And turn'd to the twelve Signs , through which the Sun Of Righteousnesse should as his Zodiack run , Or from the Phantasme which did then appeare ▪ There was some order instituted there . The badge was fiery tongues , and they may bost Themselves of th' Order of the Holy Ghost . FINIS .