Occupation: Poet Birth: 1561 Death: February 21, 1595
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….
Lingering labors come to naught..
My mind to me an empire is..
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 v….
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 lo….
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 ri….
I wealthiest am when richest in remorse..
Christianity is warfare, and Christians are spiritualsoldiers..
I feel no care of coin,Well-doing is my wealth;My mind to me an empire is,While grace affordeth health..
Shun delays, they breed remorse;Take thy time while time is lent thee;Creeping snails have weakest force,Fly their fault lest thou repent thee.Good i….
When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown..
God gave Himself to you: give yourself to God..
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live..
What thought can think, another thought can mend..
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 ….
Few have all they need, none all they wish..
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..
Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure..
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 man….
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, ye….
Behold a silly tender babe,In freezing winter night,In homely manger trembling lies;Alas! a piteous sight..