Francis Quarles
Francis Quarles
Francis Quarleswas an English poet most famous for his Emblem book aptly entitled Emblems...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth8 May 1592
flower white perfect
Is not this lily pure? What fuller can procure A white so perfect, spotless clear As in this flower doth appear?
childhood age one-day
And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.
hands ears honey
I here present thee with a hive of bees, laden some with wax, and some with honey. Fear not to approach! there are no wasps, there are no hornets here. If some wanton bee chance to buzz about thine ears, stand thy ground and hold thy hands-there's none will sting thee, if thou strike not first. If any do, she hath honey in her bag will cure thee too.
philosophy height know-thyself
The height of all philosophy is to know thyself; and the end of this knowledge is to know God.
news skepticism greater
Let the greatest part of the news thou hearest be the least part of what thou believest, lest the greater part of what thou believest be the least part of what is true.
men gold treasure
Gold is Caesar's treasure, man is God's; thy gold hath Caesar's image, and thou hast God's.
running heaven
Heav'n is not always got by running.
lying crowns down-and
The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that had no cross deserves no crown.
children wings giving
Charity is a naked child, giving honey to a bee without wings.
soul affliction
Afflictions clarify the soul.
dies
He that begins to live, begins to die.
pride justice beloved
Virtue is nothing but an act of loving that which is to be beloved, and that act is prudence, from whence not to be removed by constraint is fortitude; not to be allured by enticements is temperance; not to be diverted by pride is justice.
giving may golden
Though virtue give a ragged livery, she gives a golden cognizance; if her service make thee poor, blush not. Thy poverty may disadvantage thee, but not dishonor thee.
pride vanity shame
Thy pride is but the prologue of thy shame; where vain-glory commands, there folly counsels; where pride rides, there shame lackeys.