More from Francis Quarles

  1. Let all thy joys be as the month of May And all thy days be as a marriage day: Let sorrow, sickness, and a troubled mind Be stranger to the…
  2. Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks.
  3. And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.
  4. This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears. Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known, S…
  5. Anger, when it is long in coming, is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept.
  6. Sweet Phosphor, bring the day Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Ligh…
  7. Let the fear of a danger be a spur to prevent it: He that fears otherwise, gives advantage to the danger.
  8. We spend our midday sweat, our midnight oil; We tire the night in thought, the day in toil.

All Francis Quarles quotes