Francis Quarles

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

Francis Quarles Poems

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

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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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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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