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
laughter cities mirth
The suburbs of folly is vain mirth, and profuseness of laughter is the city of fools.
vanity too-much abstinence
Too much is a vanity; enough is a feast.
friendship genuine-friends literature
That friendship will not continue to the end which is begun for an end.
humility virtue reason
Humility enforces where neither virtue nor strength can prevail, nor reason.
perseverance lying doubt
The road to perseverance lies by doubt.
dresses language injury
Hath any wounded thee with injuries? Meet them with patience. Hasty words rankle the wound; soft language dresses it.
wise philosophy book
God hath given to mankind a common library, His creatures; to every man a proper book, himself being an abridgment of all others. If thou read with understanding, it will make thee a great master of philosophy, and a true servant of the divine Author: if thou but barely read, it will make thee thine own wise man and the Author's fool.
real grief men
For trash and toys, And grief-engend'ring joys, What torment seems too sharp for flesh and blood; What bitter pills, Compos'd of real ills, Men swallow down to purchase one false good!
pain self immortal-life
Immortal life is something to be earned, By slow self-conquest, comradeship with Pain, And patient seeking after higher truths.
hands gold care
Whose gold is double with a careful hand, His cares are double.
religious action obedience
Let the ground of all thy religious actions be obedience; examine not why it is commanded, but observe it because it is commanded. True obedience neither procrastinates nor questions.
hatred scandal ruins
Scandal breeds hatred; hatred begets division; division makes faction, and faction brings ruin.
death spring flames
Death's a fable. Did not Heaven inspire your equal Elements with living Fire blown from the Spring of Life? Is not that breath Immortal? Come; ye are as free from death as He that made ye: Can the flames expire which he kindled?
death wise heart
Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.