Lust is a sharp spur to vice, which always putteth the affections into a false gallop. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
If thou neglectest thy love to thy neighbor, in vain thou professest thy love to God; for by thy love to God,… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Think not thy love to God merits God's love to thee; His acceptance of thy duty crowns His own gifts in thee;… — 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
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
In all thy actions think God sees thee; and in all His actions labor to see Him; that will make thee fear… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Be as far from desiring the popular love as fearful to deserve the popular hate; ruin dwells in both: the one will… — 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
Let the greatest part of the news thou hearest be the least part of what thou believest, lest the greater part of… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Afflictions clarify the soul; And like hard masters, give more hard directions, Tutoring the non-age of uncurbed affections. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Of all vices take heed of drunkenness; other vices are but fruits of disordered affections--this disorders, nay, banishes reason; other vices but… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Let the foundation of thy affection be virtue, then make the building as rich as glorious as thou canst; if the foundation… — 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
