Francis Quarles Quotes

Thou art my life, my way, my light

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!

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

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

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.

The next way home's the farthest way about.

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

Shine Son of glory, and my sinnes are gone
Like twinkling Starres before the rising Sunne.

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

And what's a life? A weary pilgrimage,
Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage
With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.

Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.

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

This house is to be let for life or years;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears.
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.

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

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