Francis Quarles

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.

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.

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.

Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word "satiety.".

Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word "satiety.".