Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world… — 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
Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word 'satiety.' — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
A despairing heart is the true prophet of approaching evil; his actions may weave the webs of Fortune, but not break them. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
If virtue accompany it, it is the heart's paradise; if vice associate it, it is the soul's purgatory. — 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… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
They who cannot be induced to fear for love will never be enforced to love for fear. Love opens the heart, fear… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
If thou desire the love of God and man, be humble, for the proud heart, as it loves none but itself, is… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
If any speak ill of thee, flee home to thy own conscience, and examine thy heart: if thou be guilty, it is… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Wrinkle not thy face with too much laughter, lest thou become ridiculous; neither wanton thy heart with too much mirth, lest thou… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Gaze not on beauty too much, lest it blast thee; nor too long, lest it blind thee; nor too near, lest it… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Wouldst thou know the lawfulness of the action which thou desirest to undertake, let thy devotion recommend it to Divine blessing: if… — 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
