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
Meditation is the life of the soul: Action, the soul of meditation; and honor the reward of action. — 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
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
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… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Alas! fond child, How are thy thoughts beguil'd To hope for honey from a nest of wasps? Thou may'st as well Go… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Sin is a basilisk whose eyes are full of venom. If the eye of thy soul see her first, it reflects her… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
In thy apparel avoid singularity, profuseness, and gaudiness. Be not too early in the fashion, nor too late. Decency is half way… — 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
My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts; O keep aloof; there's danger; Cast forth thy… — 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
My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on; Judge not the play before the play is done: Her plot hath many changes; every… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
If thou wouldst preserve a sound body, use fasting and walking; if a healthful soul, fasting and praying. Walking exercises the body;… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Yet, sluggard, wake, and gull thy soul no more With earth's false pleasures, and the world's delight, Whose fruit is fair and… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Even as the needle that directs the hour, (Touched with the loadstone) by the secret power Of hidden Nature, points upon the… — 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
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
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
