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“God is alpha and omega in the great world: endeavor to make him so in the little world; make him thy evening epilogue and thy morning prologue; practice to make him thy last thought at night when thou sleepest, and thy first thought in the morning when thou awakest; so shall thy fancy be sanctified in the night, and thy understanding rectified in the day; so shall thy rest be peaceful, thy labors prosperous, thy life pious, and thy death glorious.”

Quote by Francis Quarles

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Enchiridion: Containing Institutions Divine Contemplative Practical: Moral Ethical Oeconomical Political

This book is a comprehensive philosophical work that explores various aspects of societal and individual conduct. It delves into the realms of divine and contemplative practices, emphasizing moral and ethical principles. Additionally, it addresses economic and political institutions, offering insights into their functioning and significance. more

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Francis Quarles
Francis Quarles

Francis Quarles, a renowned English poet, was born on May 8, 1592, and died on September 8, 1644. His poetry focused on religious and moral themes, deeply influenced by Puritan thought. more

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