Francis Quarles Quotes

The road to resolution lies by doubt:
The next way home's the farthest way about.

In having all things, and not Thee, what have I?
Not having Thee, what have my labors got?
Let me enjoy but Thee, what farther crave I?
And having Thee alone, what have I not?

The world's an Inn; and I her guest.

Even such is man, whose glory lends
His life a blaze or two, and ends.

Let all thy joys be as the month of May
And all thy days be as a marriage day:
Let sorrow, sickness, and a troubled mind
Be stranger to thee.

We spend our midday sweat, our midnight oil;
We tire the night in thought, the day in toil.

He that loves thee, He that keeps
And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.

No man is born unto himself alone;
Who lives unto himself, he lives to none.

Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!

Reason can discover
Things only near; sees nothing that's above her.

Anger, when it is long in coming, is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept.

The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.

Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.

Let the fear of a danger be a spur to prevent it: He that fears otherwise, gives advantage to the danger.

Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.