Francis Quarles (8 May 1592 – 8 September 1644 / Romford, Essex, England)
Francis Quarles was an English poet most famous for his Emblem book aptly entitled Emblems.
Francis was born in Romford, Essex, (now London Borough of Havering), and baptised there on 8 May 1592. He traced his ancestry to a family settled in England before the Norman Conquest with a long history in royal service. His great-grandfather, George Quarles, was Auditor to Henry VIII, and his father, James Quarles, held several places under Elizabeth I and James I, for which he was rewarded with an estate called Stewards in Romford. His mother, Joan Dalton, was the daughter and heiress of Eldred Dalton of Mores Place, Hadham. There were eight children in the ... more »
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- A Divine Rapture
- A Good Night
- An Ecstacy
- Delight In God Only
- Epigram - On Players And Ballad-Singers
- Hos ego versiculos
- My Beloved Is Mine and I Am His
- On Change Of Weather
- On the Infancy of Our Savior
- On The Life And Death Of Man
- On The World
- On the World
- Respice Finem
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''Like to the Artick needle, that doth guideFrancis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. I Am My Beloved's. . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough...
The wand'ring shade by his magnetick pow'r,
And leaves his silken Gnomon to decide
The question of the controverted houre;''
Even like two little bank-dividing brooks,Francis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. My Beloved Is Mine. . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (Ne...
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and searched a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted...
Eternall God, O thou that onely artFrancis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. Now first be lov'd. . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bulloug...
The sacred Fountain of eternall light,
And blessed Loadstone of my better part;
O thou my heart's desire, my soul's delight,
''Disclose thy Sun beames; close thy wings, and stay;Francis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Griers...
See, see, how I am blind, and dead, and stray,
O thou, that art my Light, my Life, my Way.''