My conscience is my crown,Contented thoughts my rest;My heart is happy in itself,My bliss is in my breast.Enough I reckon wealth;A mean the surest lot,That lies too high for base contempt,Too low for envy's shot. Robert Southwell More Quotes by Robert Southwell More Quotes From Robert Southwell The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil; and therefore wrong is their way, gross their error, and assured their ruin who, after the testimony of so many thousands of saints, will not learn where to settle their footing. Robert Southwell errors trying heaven God gave Himself to you: give yourself to God. Robert Southwell inspiration faith giving Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live. Robert Southwell live-love breathe love When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown. Robert Southwell frowning smile thinking I feel no care of coin,Well-doing is my wealth;My mind to me an empire is,While grace affordeth health. Robert Southwell coins grace mind What thought can think, another thought can mend. Robert Southwell thinking Times go by turns, and chances change by course, from foul to fair, from better hap to worse. Robert Southwell foul turns chance No joy so great but runneth to an end,No hap so hard but may in fine amend. Robert Southwell ends may joy Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. Robert Southwell inspirational men funny The saddest birds a season find to sing,The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,That men may hope to rise yet fear to fall. Robert Southwell bird men fall Where sin was hatch'd, let tears now wash the nest, Where life was lost, recover life with cries. Robert Southwell nests saint tears My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns;Love is the fire and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals;The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls. Robert Southwell blow love-is men Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights,A brief wherein all marvels summèd lie,Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store,Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more. Robert Southwell mirrors men lying Christianity is warfare, and Christians are spiritualsoldiers. Robert Southwell warfare christian faith Few have all they need, none all they wish. Robert Southwell wish needs I wealthiest am when richest in remorse. Robert Southwell remorse saint As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear. Robert Southwell eye heart winter Behold a silly tender babe,In freezing winter night,In homely manger trembling lies;Alas! a piteous sight. Robert Southwell silly winter lying Plough not the seas, sow not the sands,Leave off your idle pain;Seek other mistress for your minds,Love's service is in vain. Robert Southwell mind-love pain sea Time wears all his locks before,Take thy hold upon his forehead;When he flies he turns no more,And behind his scalp is naked.Works adjourn'd have many stays,Long demurs breed new delays. Robert Southwell locks naked long
