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The Argument	A
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The Ninivites beleeve the word	B
Their hearts retiu'ne mito the Lord	C
In him they put their onely trust	D
They niourne in sackcloth and in dust	D
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SECTION IX	E
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So said the Ninivites beleev'd the word	B
Beleeved Jonas and beleev'd the Lord	C
They made no pause nor jested at the newes	E
Nor slighted it because it was a Jew's	E
Denouncement no nor did their gazing eyes	E
As taken captive with such novelties	E
Admire the stranger's garb so quaint to theirs	E
No idle chat possest their itching eares	E
The whilst he spake nor were their tongues on fier	F
To raile upon or interrupt the cryer	G
Nor did they question whether true the message	H
Or fals the prophet were that brought th' embassage	H
But they gave faith to what he said relented	I
And changing their miswandred wayes repented	I
Before the searching ayre could coole his word	B
Their hearts returned and beleev'd the Lord	C
And they whose dainty lips were cloy'd while ere	J
With cates and viands and with wanton cheare	J
Doe now enjoyne their palats not to taste	K
The offal bread for they proclaim'd a fast	L
And they wliose looser bodies once did lie	M
Wrapt up in robes and silkes of princely dye	M
Loe now instead of robes in rags they mourne	N
And all their silks doe into sackcloth turne	N
They reade themselves sad lectures on the ground	O
Learning to want as well as to abound	O
The prince was not exempted nor the peere	J
Nor yet the richest nor the poorest there	J
The old man was not freed whose hoary age	H
Had even almost outronne his pilgrimage	H
Nor yet the young whose glasse but new begun	N
By course of nature had an age to runne	N
For when that fatall word came to the king	P
ConvayM with speed upon the nimble wing	P
Of flitting fame he straight dismounts his throne	N
Forsakes his chaire of state he sate upon	N
Disrob'd his body and his head discrown'd	O
In dust and ashes grov'ling on the ground	O
And when he rear'd his trembling corps againe	N
His haire all filthy with the dust he lay in	N
He clad in pensive sackcloth did depose	E
Himself from state imperiall and chose	E
To live a vassall or a baser thing	P
Than to usurpe the scepter of a king	P
Respectlesse of his pompe he quite forgate	O
He was a monarch mindelesse of his state	O
He neither sought to rule or be obay'd	O
Nor with the sword nor with the scepter sway'd	O
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MEDITA IX	E
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Is fasting then the thing that God requires	E
Can fasting expiate or slake those fires	E
That sinne hath blowne to such a mightie flame '	-
Can sackcloth clothe a fault or hide a shame	Q
Can ashes cleanse thy blot or purge thy offence '	-
Or doe thy hands make heaven a recompence	E
By strowing dust upon thy briny face	E
Are these the tricks to purchase heavenly grace	E
No though thou pine thyself with willing want	O
Or face looke thinne or carkas nere so gaunt	O
Although thou worser weeds than sackcloth weare	J
Or naked goe or sleep in shirts of haire	J
Or though thou chuse an ash tub for thy bed	O
Or make a daily dunghill on thy head	O
Thy labour is not poys'd with equal gaines	E
For thou hast nought but labour for thy paines	E
Such holy madnesse God rejects and loathes	E
That sinks no deeper than the skin or clothes	E
'Tis not thine eyes which taught to weepe by art	O
Look red with teares not guilty of thy heart	O
'Tis not the holding of thy hands so high	M
Nor yet the purer squinting of thine eye	M
'Tis not your mimick mouthes your antick faces	E
Your scripture phrases or affected graces	E
Nor prodigall upbanding of thine eyes	E
Whose gashfuU bals doe seeme to pelt the skies	E
'Tis not the strickt reforming of your haire	J
So close that all the neighbour skull is bare	J
'Tis not the drooping of thy head so low	R
Nor yet the low'ring of thy sullen brow	J
Nor wolvish howling that disturbs the aire	J
Nor repetitions or your tedious prayer	J
No no 'tis none of this that God regards	E
Such sort of fooles their owne applause rewards	E
Such puppet plaies to heaven are strange and quaint	O
Their service is unsweet and foully taint	O
Their words fall fruitlesse from their idle braine	N
But true repentance runnes in other straine	N
Where sad contrition harbours there the heart	O
Is truely acquainted with the secret smart	O
Of past offences hates the bosome sin	N
The most which most the soul took pleasure in	N
No crime unsifted no sinne unpresented	O
Can lurke unseene and scene none unlamented	O
The trouble soule's amazed witli dire aspects	E
Of lesser sinnes committed and detects	E
The wounded conscience it cries amaine	N
For mercy mercy cries and cries againe	N
It sadly grieves and soberly laments	E
It yernes for grace reformes returnes repents	E
I this is incense whose accepted favour	J
Mounts up the heavenly throne and findeth favour	J
I this is it whose valour never failes	E
With God it stoutly wrestles and prevailes	E
I this is it that pearces heaven above	S
Never returning home like Noah's dove	S
But brings an olive leafe or some increase	E
That workes salvation and etemall peace	E

Francis Quarles

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