229 (V. 242)
THE HIGHEST GOOD
|What is the highest Good? Much talk hath been hereof|
And high debate : I swear the highest Good is Love.
230 (V. 241)
EVERYTHING IS SUBJECT TO LOVE
|Love is the Lord of All. Even the Trinity|
Hath been in thrall to Love from all eternity.
231 (V. 243)
THE NATURE OF GOD
|Love is God’s nature. He can do naught else. Wouldst thou|
Be God, then likewise love in every instant’s Now.
232 (V. 292)
BEAUTY COMETH FROM LOVE
|Beauty is born of Love alone.|
The Countenance Divine
Hath all its Loveliness from Love—
Else it would cease to shine.
233 (V. 295)
THE MORE LOVING, THE HAPPIER
|Love is the measure of the heart’s Felicity;|
The more ’tis filled with Love, the happier thou wilt be.
234 (V. 320)
THE SHORTEST WAY TO GOD
|Pass through Love’s gate if thou wouldst go|
The shortest way to God:
Who takes the Path of Knowledge, long
Must tarry on the road.
235 (V. 307)
LOVE HATH MORE IN COMMON WITH GOD THAN WISDOM
|Love unannounced goes in to God,|
Hath instant audience:
Long in the antechamber wait
Wit and intelligence.
236 (II. 47)
LOVE SEEKETH NOT REWARD
|Man, if thou lovest God and seekest hire for this,|
’Tis plain thou tastest not what Love and Loving is.
237 (V. 303)
THE TOKEN OF FALSE LOVE
|Wouldst thou discern false Love from true, the token’s this—|
False Love seeks self and fades under adversities.
238 (III. 205)
HE WHO IS MOST IN LOVE IS MOST HOLY
|Who is the greatest saint? He who is most in love.|
For saintship Love alone is warranty enough.
239 (V. 226)
THE NATURE OF HOLINESS
|The more thou lovest—Love’s the very heart|
Of Holiness—the holier thou art.
240 (III. 173)
LOVE IS THE SIGN
|Thou askest which of all the people are God’s friends?|
Behold the folk who carry Love in heart and hands!
241 (III. 164)
LOVE IS THE SOUL OF BELIEF
|Belief alone is dead. It cannot live or move|
Until united with its soul—its soul is Love.
242 (V. 108)
BELIEF ALONE IS A HOLLOW CASK
|Belief alone, all void of Love,|
(So have I weighed it in my thought)
Is like unto a hollow Cask—
It soundeth, but within is naught.
243 (V. 161)
NONE LAYETH HIS HEAD ON CHRIST ’S BREAST BUT JOHN
|Ah, think not, Child, that thou canst lay thy head upon|
The breast of the Lord Christ ere thou becomest John.
244 (VI. 204)
THE SPIRlTUAL PASSWORD
|Love is the password. He to whom it is not given|
Must never hope to cross the frontier-line of Heaven.
245 (V. 297)
GOD CANNOT BE LOVED WITHOUT GOD
|Did not God love Himself through thee and in thee, Man,|
Thy love for Him would ever fail of its full span.
246 (III. 201)
GOD LOVETH TO GIVE GREAT GIFTS
|Being Himself so great, greatly God loves to give,|
But ah! man’s little heart is so small to receive.
247 (V. 210)
NEW AND OLD LOVE
|When Love is new, it foams like young and heady wine :|
When stiller grown, ’tis proof that it is old and fine.
248 (I. 163)
MAN SHOULD LOVE MANKIND
|Thou lovest none? ’Tis well . He has the better mind |
Who loves not any man, but loves in man Mankind.
249 (II. 60)
|He wills and loveth right who wills and loveth naught:|
Who loveth what he wills, loveth not what he ought.
250 (V. 289)
VIRTUE WITHOUT LOVE IS NOTHING WORTH
|Before God Virtue cannot stand|
Naked and bare;
It must put on the robe of Love—
Then is it fair.
251 (II. 130)
IT MUST BE GILDED
|All that thou dost must be o’erlaid|
With gold of Love—if otherwise,
Thyself and all thy works will find
But little favour in God’s eyes.
252 (V. 299)
AS THE PERSON, SO THE MERIT
|Richer reward the Bride doth earn|
From God with but a single kiss,
Than all the hirelings though they wear
Themselves to death with drudgeries.
253 (II. 234)
CHOOSE WHICH THOU WILT
|Love is the Queen; the Virtues are|
The Maids who wait upon her;
The serving-women, Work and Deed—
Which wilt thou choose to honour?
254 (V. 302)
|Love is the quickest thing and of itself can fly|
To topmost Heaven in but the twinkling of an eye.
255 (V. 306)
AN UNWOUNDED HEART IS UNSOUND
|A Heart which God hath never wounded with Love’s wound,|
Scatheless though it appear, is never whole and sound.
256 (V. 211)
|The purest Love—seraphic—|
Is not easy to divine,
Because it is so quiet,
By any outward sign.
257 (VI. 159)
THE HEART MUST BE LOADED WITH BALL
|Put a live charge into your gun!|
A puff of smoke and is that all?
Why, if you only load with blank,
The bang is there, but where’s the ball?
258 (VI. 164)
THE ORDINANCE IS AS WE ORDAIN
|To him who wills his neighbour’s weal|
God gives what he soliciteth:
But if he wish his neighbour ill,
O then he prays for his own death!
259 (V. 308)
|How broad God’s communality!|
He teacheth whomso’er He list,
The peasant lass no less than thee,
The art whereby He may be kissed.
260 (III. 138)
LOVE IS DEAD
|Alas, Alas, Love’s dead! How came she then to die?|
She perished of the cold, for all men passed her by.