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. The Shortness Of Life 4/20/2010
19. A Divine Rapture 1/4/2003
20. A Good Night 12/31/2002
21. Epigram 1/1/2004
22. Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face? 12/31/2002
23. On The World 1/3/2003
24. My Beloved Is Mine And I Am His 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Francis Quarles

My Beloved Is Mine And I Am His

Even like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton stream,
And having ranged and searched a thousand nook
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
Even so we met; and after long pursuit
Even so we joined; we both became entire
No need for either to renew a suit,
For I was flax and he was flames of fire
Our firm united souls did more than
So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine.

If all those glittering monarchs that command
The servile...

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A Good Night

Close now thine eyes and rest secure;
Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure;
He that loves thee, He that keeps
And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.
The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast
Has only peace, has only rest;
The music and the mirth of kings
Are all but very discords, when she sings;
Then close thine eyes and rest secure;

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