O lust, thou infernal fire, whose fuel is gluttony; whose flame is pride, whose sparkles are wanton words; whose smoke is infamy;… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Death's a fable. Did not Heaven inspire your equal Elements with living Fire blown from the Spring of Life? Is not that… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Nor fire, nor rocks, can stop our furious minds, Nor waves, nor winds. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
When two agree in their desire, One sparke will set them both on fire. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
My soul, what's lighter than a feather? Wind. Than wind? The fire. And what than fire? The mind. What's lighter than the… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
How is the anxious soul of man befool'd in his desire, That thinks an hectic fever may be cool'd in flames of… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
What money creates, money preserves: if thy wealth decays, thy honor dies; it is but a slippery happiness which fortunes can give,… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The worldly wisdom of the foolish man Is like a sieve, that does alone retain The grosser substance of the worthless bran:… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Be neither too early in the fashion, nor too long out of it, nor too precisely in it; what custom hath civilized is become… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The World's a Printing-House, our words, our thoughts, Our deeds, are characters of several sizes. Each soul is a Compos'tor, of whose faults The… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Deliberate long before thou consecrate a friend, and when thy impartial justice concludes him worthy of thy bosom, receive him joyfully, and entertain him… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold! Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Meditation is the life of the soul: Action, the soul of meditation; and honor the reward of action. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The world is deceitful; her end is doubtful, her conclusion is horrible, her judge terrible, and her judgment is intolerable. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
I wish thee as much pleasure in the reading, as I had in the writing. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The suburbs of folly is vain mirth, and profuseness of laughter is the city of fools. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The fountain of beauty is the heart and every generous thought illustrates the walls of your chamber. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The strong desires of man's insatiate breast may stand possess'd Of all that earth can give; but earth can give no rest. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
