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
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
Take heed thou trust not the deceitful lap Of wanton Dalilah; the world's a trap. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Socrates called beauty a short-lived tyranny; Plato, a privilege of nature; Theophrastus, a silent cheat; Theocritus, a delightful prejudice; Carneades, a solitary… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Physicians, of all men, are most happy; whatever good success soever they have, the world proclaimeth; and what faults they commit, the… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Prize not thyself by what thou hast, but by what thou art; he that values a jewel by her golden frame, or… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
God is alpha and omega in the great world: endeavor to make him so in the little world; make him thy evening… — 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
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 book, writ by the eternal art - Of the great author printed in man's heart, 'Tis falsely printed, though… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
When the flesh presents thee with delights, then present thyself with dangers; where the world possesses thee with vain hopes, there possess… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
See how the world (whose chaste and pregnant womb Of late conceiv'd, and brought forth nothing ill) Is now degenerated, and become… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
False world, thou ly'st: thou canst not lend The least delight: Thy favours cannot gain a friend, They are so slight. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
O who would trust this world, or prize what's in it, That gives and takes, and chops and changes, ev'ry minute? — 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 way to subject all things to thyself is to subject thyself to reason; thou shalt govern many, if reason govern thee.… — 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
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
