Francis Quarles

(8 May 1592 – 8 September 1644 / Romford, Essex, England)

Francis Quarles Poems

1. From 'A Feast For Wormes' 10/22/2014
2. Funerall Elegy Xiii 10/22/2014
3. Funerall Elegy Xx 10/22/2014
4. From 'The History Of Samson' 10/22/2014
5. Sonnets 10/22/2014
6. Sion's Sonnets 10/22/2014
7. Funerall Elegy Vii 10/22/2014
8. On Change Of Weather 3/27/2012
9. An Ecstacy 3/27/2012
10. The Loadstone 4/20/2010
11. Epigram - On Players And Ballad-Singers 4/20/2010
12. On The World 4/20/2010
13. Hos Ego Versiculos 1/1/2004
14. On The Life And Death Of Man 4/20/2010
15. Respice Finem 1/3/2003
16. Delight In God Only 4/20/2010
17. On The Infancy Of Our Savior 1/1/2004
18. A Good Night 12/31/2002
19. The Shortness Of Life 4/20/2010
20. A Divine Rapture 1/4/2003
21. Epigram 1/1/2004
22. Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face? 12/31/2002
23. My Beloved Is Mine And I Am His 1/3/2003
24. On The World 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Francis Quarles

On The World

The world's an Inn; and I her guest.
I eat; I drink; I take my rest.
My hostess, nature, does deny me
Nothing, wherewith she can supply me;
Where, having stayed a while, I pay
Her lavish bills, and go my way.

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A Divine Rapture

E'EN like two little bank-dividing brooks,
   That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
   Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
   Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.

E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,
   E'en so we joined; we both became entire;

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