Maxioms by Francis Quarles
Is not this lily pure?
What fuller can procure
A white so perfect, spotless clear
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Is not this lily pure?
What fuller can procure
A white so perfect, spotless clear
As in this flower doth appear?
Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
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Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance both alike requited,
Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted.
Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word "satiety.".
Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word "satiety.".
The road to perseverance lies by doubt.
The road to perseverance lies by doubt.
Feast of Luke the Evangelist He is my Altar, I His holy place; I am His guest, and He my read more
Feast of Luke the Evangelist He is my Altar, I His holy place; I am His guest, and He my living food; I'm His by penitence, He is mine by grace; I'm His by purchase, He is mine by blood; He's my supporting elm, and I His vine: Thus I my Best-beloved's am; thus He is mine.
