If thy words be too luxuriant, confine them, lest they confine thee; he that thinks he never can speak enough may easily speak too much. A full tongue and an empty brain are seldom parted. Francis Quarles More Quotes by Francis Quarles More Quotes From Francis Quarles Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. Francis Quarles bed-of-roses sleep sweet Wouldst thou multiply thy riches? diminish them wisely; or wouldst thou make thy estate entire? divide it charitably. Seeds that are scattered increase; but, hoarded up, they perish. Francis Quarles estates increase riches 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! Francis Quarles grief real men The suburbs of folly is vain mirth, and profuseness of laughter is the city of fools. Francis Quarles mirth laughter cities To fear death is the way to live long; to lie afraid of death is to be long a dying. Francis Quarles long death lying After years of research, scientists recently reported that there is, indeed, arroz in Spanish Harlem. A full tongue and an empty brain are seldom parted. Francis Quarles spanish-harlem brain years The world's an Inn; and I her guest. Francis Quarles inns guests world So use prosperity, that adversity may not abuse thee: if in the one, security admits no fears, in the other, despair will afford no hopes; he that in prosperity can foretell a danger can in adversity foresee deliverance. Francis Quarles abuse despair adversity Be neither too early in the fashion, nor too long out of it, nor too precisely in it; what custom hath civilized is become decent, till then ridiculous; where the eye is the jury thy apparel is the evidence. Francis Quarles fashion eye long Sweet Phosphor, bring the dayWhose conquering rayMay chase these fogs;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Light will repayThe wrongs of night;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Francis Quarles light sweet night 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. Francis Quarles rocks soul sea Has fortune dealt you some bad cards. Then let wisdom make you a good gamester. Francis Quarles wisdom literature cards My soul, what's lighter than a feather? Wind. Francis Quarles soul fire wind O lust, thou infernal fire, whose fuel is gluttony; whose flame is pride, whose sparkles are wanton words; whose smoke is infamy; whose ashes are uncleanness; whose end is hell. Francis Quarles flames pride fire The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. Francis Quarles slender debt ease Nor fire, nor rocks, can stop our furious minds, Nor waves, nor winds. Francis Quarles rocks fire wind Deliberate long before thou consecrate a friend, and when thy impartial justice concludes him worthy of thy bosom, receive him joyfully, and entertain him wisely; impart thy secrets boldly, and mingle thy thoughts with his: he is thy very self; and use him so; if thou firmly think him faithful, thou makest him so. Francis Quarles friends self thinking It is the lot of man but once to die. Francis Quarles dies literature men Hath any wounded thee with injuries? Meet them with patience. Hasty words rankle the wound; soft language dresses it. Francis Quarles injury language dresses Thy pride is but the prologue of thy shame; where vain-glory commands, there folly counsels; where pride rides, there shame lackeys. Francis Quarles shame vanity pride
