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Even as the needle that directs the hour,
(Touched with the loadstone) by the secret power
Of hidden Nature, points upon the pole;
Even so the wavering powers of my soul,
Touch'd by the virtue of Thy spirit, flee
From what is earth, and point alone to Thee.

— Francis Quarles

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The next way home's the farthest way about.

Emblems (1635)

Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.

Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.

Let the fear of a danger be a spur to prevent it: He that fears otherwise, gives advantage to the danger.

Enchiridion (1640)

Even such is man, whose glory lends
His life a blaze or two, and ends.

Hos ego versiculos (1629)

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