A Quote by Francis Quarles

I'll ne'er distrust my God for cloth and bread while lilies flourish and the raven 's fed. — © Francis Quarles
I'll ne'er distrust my God for cloth and bread while lilies flourish and the raven 's fed.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.
Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor ne'er can be sincere.
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
Wouldst thou wisely, and with pleasure, Pass the days of life's short measure, From the slow one counsel take, But a tool of him ne'er make; Ne'er as friend the swift one know, Nor the constant one as foe.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;Is it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.”
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, while the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.
Our days of praise shall ne'er be past While life, and thought, and being last, And immortality endures.
While researching my ancestry I have unearthed many skeletons. It would seem that I come from a long line of ne'er-do-wells, especially on my mother's side.
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
This is my Father's world: O let me ne'er forget That though the wrong Seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.
"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, "God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, "God be praised."
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