I am ever Thine. If Thou cast me out, who shall take me in? If Thou disregard me, who shall look on me? More canst Thou remit, than I commit; more canst Thou spare, than I offend. Let not hurtful pleasures overcome me; at the least let not any perverse habit overwhelm me; From evil and unlawful desires; From vain, hurtful, impure imaginations; from the illusions of evil spirits; from pollutions of soul and of body; Good Lord, deliver me.
Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!--yes, the whole man,--as the crucible gold.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
Thou didst thy best, that is success.
Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.
Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
To know thyself--in others self-concern; Would'st thou know others? read thyself--and learn!
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
If thou desire the love of God and man, be humble, for the proud heart, as it loves none but itself, is beloved of none but itself. Humility enforces where neither virtue, nor strength, nor reason can prevail.
O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.
When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!
O'er Egypt's land of memory floods are level, And they are thine, O Nile! and well thou knowest The soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil, And fruits, and poisons spring where'er thou flowest.
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.
At the least bear patiently, if thou canst not joyfully.
Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?
Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.
Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night