Quarles - PR3652 D58 1669

... .A. H r VW N to G 0 D. WHogives me then an Adamantine quill? .Amarble table? and aDauids skill ? T e> blazon forth the praife ofmy dear Lord Jn deep grav'n Charatl:ers, upon reccrd To lafi, for times eternal frocefs, .fure, So long a~ ~un, .and Moon, and Stars endure. l:Iad I as many mouths, as fands there are, Had I a JJimble ror1gue for every fiar , And every wor~ I fpeak aCharacter, And ev'ry minutes rime ten ages were, To chaum f0rrh all thy praifc, it neJught avail ; For con~u'es, and words, and times, and all would fai1 : Much lef~ ~an I, poor weakling, tune my tongue, To take a task befits an A.ngels fong: · 6 , . Sing what thou canft, when thou canft fing no more, . , Weep then as faft,, that ~hou eanil: Gng no more ; Beblur thy book with tears , and go thy ways, . For every blur will prove a Book of praife. Thine ays that vitwe the ln()vlng Sphears above~ Lee ir give praife to him tha.t makes themmove : Thou ricl1es haft, thy h{lnds that hold, and have dtcm, Let them give praife to him that freely ga~e th.cm: Thine arms defend thee ; tl1eH for recon,pcnce, l-et them praife him that gave t·hee fu~h defence ; Thy tongJte Wls given to praife rhy Lord, the Giver ; Then let thy tongtte puife highdt God for ::vcr : Faith com~s by hearir~~, :md rhv faith will hve cl1ce; Then let tlline eart praife him rfur hearing gave rhe:~ Thy heart is beggpd by him who[~ lunds did make it, My Son, g'ive me thy heart ; Lo r'd,(ree~y ta ~e it : Eyes, ha.ndr, and {lrmr, ton.~Iter, e.zrr, and hc~Zrt s of Mea Sing pral.fe, aru.i b the people fay) Am~;z., T~n~

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