Maxioms by Francis Quarles
What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold!
Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold.
What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold!
Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold.
Feast of Luke the Evangelist He is my Altar, I His holy place; I am His guest, and He my read more
Feast of Luke the Evangelist He is my Altar, I His holy place; I am His guest, and He my living food; I'm His by penitence, He is mine by grace; I'm His by purchase, He is mine by blood; He's my supporting elm, and I His vine: Thus I my Best-beloved's am; thus He is mine.
Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance read more
Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance both alike requited,
Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted.
The road to perseverance lies by doubt.
The road to perseverance lies by doubt.
The sufficiency of merit is to know that my merit is not
sufficient.
The sufficiency of merit is to know that my merit is not
sufficient.
