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It is no happiness to live long, nor unhappiness to die soon happy is he that hath lived long enough to die well.
Francis Quarles
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Francis Quarles
Age: 52 †
Born: 1592
Born: May 8
Died: 1644
Died: September 8
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In giving of thy alms, inquire not so much into the person, as his necessity. God looks not so much upon the merits of him that requires, as into the manner of him that relieves if the man deserve not, thou hast given it to humanity.
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Reason can discover things only near,--sees nothing that's above her.
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False world, thou ly'st: thou canst not lend The least delight: Thy favours cannot gain a friend, They are so slight.
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Death aims with fouler spiteAt fairer marks.
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For trash and toys, And grief-engend'ring joys, What torment seems too sharp for flesh and blood What bitter pills, Compos'd of real ills, Men swallow down to purchase one false good!
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Nothing is more pleasing to God than an open hand, and a closed mouth.
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Read not books alone, but men, and amongst them chiefly thyself.
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The goods we spend we keep and what we save We lose and only what we lose we have.
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As there is no worldly gain without some loss, so there is no worldly loss without some gain.... Set the allowance against the loss, and thou shalt find no loss great.
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My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts O keep aloof there's danger Cast forth thy plummet see, a rock appears Thy ships want sea-room make it with thy tears.
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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.
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Money is both the generation and corruption of purchased honor honor is both the child and slave of potent money: the credit which honor hath lost, money hath found. When honor grew mercenary, money grew honorable. The way to be truly noble is to contemn both.
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Other vices make their own way this makes way for all vices. He that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice.
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Afflictions clarify the soul And like hard masters, give more hard directions, Tutoring the non-age of uncurbed affections.
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If opinion hath lighted the lamp of thy name, endeavor to encourage it with thy own oil, lest it go out and stink the chronical disease of Popularity is shame if thou be once up, beware from fame to infamy is a beaten road.
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With a bloody flux of oaths vows deep revenge.
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The fountain of beauty is the heart and every generous thought illustrates the walls of your chamber.
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Mercy turns her back to the unmerciful.
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Heav'n is not always got by running.
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Is not this lily pure? What fuller can procure A white so perfect, spotless clear As in this flower doth appear?
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