Francis Quarles Quotes

Like to the Artick needle, that doth guide The wand'ring shade by his magnetick pow'r, And leaves his silken Gnomon to decide The question of the controverted houre;
Francis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. I Am My Beloved's. . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds. (1934) Oxford University Press.
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Even like two little bank-dividing brooks, That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and searched a thousand nooks, Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames Where in a greater current they conjoin: So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine.
Francis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. My Beloved Is Mine. . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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Eternall God, O thou that onely art The sacred Fountain of eternall light, And blessed Loadstone of my better part; O thou my heart's desire, my soul's delight, Reflect upon my soul, and touch my heart, And then my heart shall prize no good above thee; And then my soul shall know thee; knowing, love thee; And then my trembling thoughts shall never start From thy commands, or swerve the least degree, Or once presume to move, but as they move in thee.
Francis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. Now first be lov'd. . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds. (1934) Oxford University Press.
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