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
heart men heaven
Heaven is never deaf but when man's heart is dumb.
death lying long
To fear death is the way to live long; to lie afraid of death is to be long a dying.
heaven literature tongue
Heaven finds an ear when sinners find a tongue.
mean choices way
Be very circumspect in the choice of thy company. In the society of thine equals thou shalt enjoy more pleasure; in the society of thy superiors thou shalt find more profit. To be the best in the company is the way to grow worse; the best means to grow better is to be the worst there.
money children honor
Money is both the generation and corruption of purchased honor; honor is both the child and slave of potent money: the credit which honor hath lost, money hath found. When honor grew mercenary, money grew honorable. The way to be truly noble is to contemn both.
peace peacemaker conqueror
Blessedness is promised to the peacemaker, not to the conqueror.
prayer pleasure ends
God's pleasure is at the end of our prayers.
heart luxury tails
Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.
mind kingdoms
My mind's my kingdom.
fear literature action
Necessity of action takes away the fear of the act, and makes bold resolution the favorite of fortune.
wisdom literature cards
Has fortune dealt you some bad cards. Then let wisdom make you a good gamester.
summer adversity good-day
Seest thou good days? Prepare for evil times. No summer but hath its winter. He never reaped comfort in adversity that sowed not in prosperity.
charity neighbor vain
If thou neglectest thy love to thy neighbor, in vain thou professest thy love to God; for by thy love to God, the love to thy neighbor is begotten, and by the love to thy neighbor thy love to God is nourished.
art men fire
The worldly wisdom of the foolish man Is like a sieve, that does alone retain The grosser substance of the worthless bran: But thou, my soul, let thy brave thoughts disdain So coarse a purchase: O be thou a fan To purge the chaff, and keep the winnow'd grain: Make clean thy thoughts, and dress thy mixt desires: Thou art Heav'n's tasker, and thy God requires The purest of thy flow'r, as well as of thy fires.