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
wind fire soul
My soul, what's lighter than a feather? Wind. Than wind? The fire. And what than fire? The mind. What's lighter than the mind? A thought. Than thought? This bubble world. What than this bubble? Nought.
mean cry sin
Tis not, to cry God mercy, or to sit And droop, or to confess that thou hast fail'd: 'Tis to bewail the sins thou didst commit: And not commit those sins thou hast bewail' d. He that bewails and not forsakes them too; Confesses rather what he means to do.
god morning night
God is alpha and omega in the great world: endeavor to make him so in the little world; make him thy evening epilogue and thy morning prologue; practice to make him thy last thought at night when thou sleepest, and thy first thought in the morning when thou awakest; so shall thy fancy be sanctified in the night, and thy understanding rectified in the day; so shall thy rest be peaceful, thy labors prosperous, thy life pious, and thy death glorious.
son shining rising
Shine Son of glory, and my sinnes are goneLike twinkling Starres before the rising Sunne.
men two glory
Even such is man, whose glory lendsHis life a blaze or two, and ends.
mark aim
Death aims with fouler spiteAt fairer marks.
sweet night light
Sweet Phosphor, bring the dayWhose conquering rayMay chase these fogs;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Light will repayThe wrongs of night;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
debt ease slender
The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.
rocks sea soul
My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts; O keep aloof; there's danger; Cast forth thy plummet; see, a rock appears; Thy ships want sea-room; make it with thy tears.
guests world inns
The world's an Inn; and I her guest.
men literature dies
It is the lot of man but once to die.
gold ears earth
What well-advised ear regards What earth can say? Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted clay.
men desire graves
The grave is sooner cloy'd than men's desire.
devil may
Whosoever obeyeth the devil, casteth himself down: for the devil may suggest, compel he cannot.