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In an age of self-esteem, when narcissism is a badge of honor, the spirit of another age might serve to give us a different perspective. What have we lost, and how might we get it back? To such a subject Francis Quarles spoke with eloquence.
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From a poem by Sir Henry Wotten (1568-1639) entitled D.O.M. (commonly meaning Deo Optimo Maximo - To God, the best, the greatest)
For what are we but lumps of walking clay?
Why should we swell? whence should our spirit rise?
Living in roughly the first half of the 17th Century, Francis Quarles was a worksmith armed with the Bible as his compass, and wisdom of the highest order, wisdom that the world could not recognize, that had to be a gift from the Father of Lights.
Just one example. In the foreword to his History of Samson, he reflects on three types of friends.
1. The first is like a Torch, we meet in a dark street:
2. The second is lke a Candle in a lantern, that we overtake:
3. The third is like a link, that offers itself to the stumbling passenger:
The met-torch is that sweet-lipped friend, which lends us a flash of complement for the time, but quickly leaves us to our former darkness.
The overtaken lantern is the true friend, which, though it promise but a faint light, yet it goes along with us, as far as it can, towards our journey's end.
The offered link is the mercenary friend, which, though it be ready enough to do us service, yet that service hath a servile relation to our bounty.
Quarles showed a verbal distain for this world that exceeds many or most. His love for all things eternal is reflected in much of his works. The Emblems became a vehicle for him to display to put this world in proper perspective with the one to come.
How my soul would spurn this ball of clay,
And loathe the dainties of earth's painful pleasure!
How I'd laugh to see men night and day
Turmoil to gain that trash, they call their treasure !
How I'd smile to see what plots they lay
To catch a blast, or own a smile from Caesar!
Had I the pinions of a mountain dove,
How I would soar and sing, and hate the love
Of transitory toys, and feed on joys above!
There should I find that everlasting pleasure,
Which change removes not, and which chance pre
vents not ;
There should I find that everlasting treasure,
Which force deprives not, fortune disaugments not;
There should I find that everlasting Caesar,
Whose hand recalls not, and whose heart repents not;
Had I the pinions of a clipping dove,
How I would climb the skies, and hate the love
Of transitory toys, and joy in things above!
No rank-mouth'd slander there shall give offence,
Or blast our blooming names, as here they do ;
No liver-scalding lust shall there incense
Our boiling veins ; there is no Cupid's bow :
LORD, give my soul the milk-white innocence
Of doves, and I shall have their pinions too :
Had I the pinions of a clipping dove,
How I would quit this earth, and soar above,
And Heav'n's bless'd kingdom find, and Heav'n's
bless'd King JEHOVE !
From a poem by Sir Henry Wotten (1568-1639) entitled D.O.M. (commonly meaning Deo Optimo Maximo - To God, the best, the greatest)
For what are we but lumps of walking clay?
Why should we swell? whence should our spirit rise?
Living in roughly the first half of the 17th Century, Francis Quarles was a worksmith armed with the Bible as his compass, and wisdom of the highest order, wisdom that the world could not recognize, that had to be a gift from the Father of Lights.
Just one example. In the foreword to his History of Samson, he reflects on three types of friends.
1. The first is like a Torch, we meet in a dark street:
2. The second is lke a Candle in a lantern, that we overtake:
3. The third is like a link, that offers itself to the stumbling passenger:
The met-torch is that sweet-lipped friend, which lends us a flash of complement for the time, but quickly leaves us to our former darkness.
The overtaken lantern is the true friend, which, though it promise but a faint light, yet it goes along with us, as far as it can, towards our journey's end.
The offered link is the mercenary friend, which, though it be ready enough to do us service, yet that service hath a servile relation to our bounty.
Quarles showed a verbal distain for this world that exceeds many or most. His love for all things eternal is reflected in much of his works. The Emblems became a vehicle for him to display to put this world in proper perspective with the one to come.
How my soul would spurn this ball of clay,
And loathe the dainties of earth's painful pleasure!
How I'd laugh to see men night and day
Turmoil to gain that trash, they call their treasure !
How I'd smile to see what plots they lay
To catch a blast, or own a smile from Caesar!
Had I the pinions of a mountain dove,
How I would soar and sing, and hate the love
Of transitory toys, and feed on joys above!
There should I find that everlasting pleasure,
Which change removes not, and which chance pre
vents not ;
There should I find that everlasting treasure,
Which force deprives not, fortune disaugments not;
There should I find that everlasting Caesar,
Whose hand recalls not, and whose heart repents not;
Had I the pinions of a clipping dove,
How I would climb the skies, and hate the love
Of transitory toys, and joy in things above!
No rank-mouth'd slander there shall give offence,
Or blast our blooming names, as here they do ;
No liver-scalding lust shall there incense
Our boiling veins ; there is no Cupid's bow :
LORD, give my soul the milk-white innocence
Of doves, and I shall have their pinions too :
Had I the pinions of a clipping dove,
How I would quit this earth, and soar above,
And Heav'n's bless'd kingdom find, and Heav'n's
bless'd King JEHOVE !
