Quotes from Francis Quarles

Necessity of action takes away the fear of the act.

Let the greater part of the news thou hearest be the least part of what thou believest.

Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.

What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold! Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold.

Let all thy joys be as the month of May,And all thy days be as a marriage day.

Read not books alone, but men, and amongst them chiefly thyself.

If thou wouldst preserve a sound body, use fasting and walking; if a healthful soul, fasting and praying; walking exercises the body, praying exercises the soul, fasting cleanses both.

Wisdom not only gets, but once got, retains.

Let the fear of danger be a spur to prevent it; he that fears not, gives advantage to the danger.

Every man's vanity ought to be his greatest shame; and every man's folly ought to be his greatest secret.

Charity feeds the poor, so does pride; charity builds an hospital, so does pride. In this they differ: charity gives her glory to God; pride takes her glory from man.

Necessity of action takes away the fear of the act, and makes bold resolution the favorite of fortune.

"Physicians of all men are most happy; what good success they have, the world proclaimeth, and what faults they commit, the earth coverith."

Hath any wronged thee? be bravely revenged; slight it, and the work is begun; forgive it, and it is finished; he is below himself that is not above an injury.

The fountain of beauty is the heart and every generous thought illustrates the walls of your chamber.

If thou desire the love of God and man, be humble, for the proud heart, as it loves none but itself, is beloved of none but itself. Humility enforces where neither virtue, nor strength, nor reason can prevail.

That friendship will not continue to the end which is begun for an end.

Sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.

Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.

If thou desire to be held wise, be so wise as to hold thy tongue.

He that discovers himself, till he hath made himself master of his desires, lays himself open to his own ruin, and makes himself prisoner to his own tongue.

To fear death is the way to live long; to lie afraid of death is to be long a dying.

And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.