Poems by Francis Quarles
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On Time
... 'tis a sigh; Be prepared, O! man, to die ...
Demand For Courage
... Heaven is thy chieftain, and the world thy field ...
Epigram - On Players And Ballad-Singers
... They're like the Priest and Clerk at Belial's altar ...
My Beloved Is Mine, And I Am His
... That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, ...
Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face?
... Thou art the pilgrim's path, the blind man's eye, ...
On The Life And Death Of Man
... False hopes, true fears, vain joys, and fierce distracts, ...
Hos Ego Versiculos
... Even such is man whose thred is spun, ...
Epigram
... Judge not the play before the play is done : ...
On The World
... Where, having stayed a while, I pay ...
A Good Night
... Are all but very discords, when she sings ...
Delight In God Only
... Her shrill-mouth'd choirs sustain me with their flesh ...
On The Infancy Of Our Savior
... Till then, O grant this boon, a boon far dearer: ...
Respice Finem
... Judge not the play before the play is done: ...
The Loadstone
... And then my heart shall prize no good above Thee, ...
The Shortness Of Life
... My thoughts with joy: here's nothing worth a smile ...
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