Frasi di Francis Quarles

“È il destino dell'uomo, quello di morire una sola volta.”

“Sii un saggio nelle cose del mondo, ma non un uomo di mondo.”

“My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on;
Judge not the play before the play is done:
Her plot hath many changes; every day
Speaks a new scene; the last act crowns the play.”

“The road to resolution lies by doubt:
The next way home's the farthest way about.”

“Even such is man, whose glory lends
His life a blaze or two, and ends.”

“Let the fear of a danger be a spur to prevent it: He that fears otherwise, gives advantage to the danger.”

“Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!

Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!”

“Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.”

“The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.”

“The way to bliss lies not on beds of down,
And he that has no cross deserves no crown.”

“This house is to be let for life or years;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears.
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.”

“Let all thy joys be as the month of May
And all thy days be as a marriage day:
Let sorrow, sickness, and a troubled mind
Be stranger to thee.”

“The world's an Inn; and I her guest.”

“Let the greatest part of the news thou hearest be the least part of what thou believest, lest the greater part of what thou believest be the least part of what is true. Where lies are easily admitted the father of lies will not easily be excluded.”

“Anger, when it is long in coming, is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept.”

“The next way home's the farthest way about.”

“It is the lot of man but once to die.”

“We spend our midday sweat, our midnight oil;
We tire the night in thought, the day in toil.”

“No man is born unto himself alone;
Who lives unto himself, he lives to none.”

“And what's a life? A weary pilgrimage,
Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage
With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.”

“Thou art my life, my way, my light”

“Shine Son of glory, and my sinnes are gone
Like twinkling Starres before the rising Sunne.”

“In having all things, and not Thee, what have I?
Not having Thee, what have my labors got?
Let me enjoy but Thee, what farther crave I?
And having Thee alone, what have I not?”

“He that loves thee, He that keeps
And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.”