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.

The next way home's the farthest way about.

The next way home's the farthest way about.

Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey
in her mouth, gall in her heart, and read more

Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey
in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.

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.

See, here's a shadow found; the human nature
Is made th' umbrella to the Deity,
To catch read more

See, here's a shadow found; the human nature
Is made th' umbrella to the Deity,
To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator;
Beneath this covert thou may'st safely lie.