Maxioms by Jeremy Taylor
Lord, come away; Why dost thou stay? Thy road is ready and thy paths made straight With longing expectations wait read more
Lord, come away; Why dost thou stay? Thy road is ready and thy paths made straight With longing expectations wait The consecration of thy beautious feet. Ride on triumphantly; behold! we lay Our lusts and proud wills in thy way. Hosannah! welcome to our hearts: Lord, here Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear As that of Sion; and as full of sin -- Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein; Enter and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor, Crucify them, that they may never more Profane that holy place Where thou hast chose to set thy face. And then if our still tongues shall be Mute in the praises of thy deity, The stones out of the temple wall Shall cry aloud and call Hosannah! and thy glorious footsteps greet.
Thus Nero went up and down Greece and challenged the fiddlers at
their trade. Aeropus, a Macedonian, made lanterns, read more
Thus Nero went up and down Greece and challenged the fiddlers at
their trade. Aeropus, a Macedonian, made lanterns, Harcatius,
the king of Parthia, was a mole-catcher; and Biantes, the Lydian,
filed needles.
Meditation is the tongue of the soul and the language of our spirit.
Meditation is the tongue of the soul and the language of our spirit.
Nothing is greater, or more fearful sacrilege than to prostitute the great name of God to the petulancy of an read more
Nothing is greater, or more fearful sacrilege than to prostitute the great name of God to the petulancy of an idle tongue.
Too quick a sense of constant infelicity.
Too quick a sense of constant infelicity.
