PoemThe way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that had no cross deserves no crown.Francis Quarles1621★ 5.2
PoemThe road to resolution lies by doubt: The next way home's the farthest way about.Francis QuarlesEmblems · 1635★ 3.5
PoemWe spend our midday sweat, our midnight oil; We tire the night in thought, the day in toil.Francis Quarles1635★ 3.5
PoemThou art my way; I wander, if thou fly; Thou art my light; if hid, how blind am I! Thou art my life; if thou withdraw, I die.Francis Quarles1643★ 3.5
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