Quotes about god, page 12
The Bowge of Courte
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyne
By radyante hete enryped hath our corne
Whan luna full of mutabylyte
As Emperes the dyademe hath worne
Of our pole artyke smylynge halfe in scorne
At our foly and our vnstedfastnesse
The tyme whan Mars to werre hym dyd dres
I callynge to mynde the great auctoryte
Of poetes olde whyche full craftely
Under as couerte termes as coude be
Can touche a troughte and cloke it subtylly
Wyth fresshe vtteraunce full sentencyously
Dyuerse in style some spared not vyce to wrythe
Some of moralyte nobly dyde endyte
Wherby I rede theyr renome and theyr fame
Maye neuer dye bute euermore endure
I was sore moued to a force the same
But Ignoraunce full soone dyde me dyscure
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The Bowge of Courte
In Autumpne, whan the sonne in vyrgyne
By radyante hete enryped hath our corne,
Whan Luna, full of mutabylyte,
As Emperes the dyademe hath worne
Of our pole artyke, smylynge halfe in scorne
At our foly and our unstedfastnesse,
The tyme whan Mars to werre hym dyde dres,
pole artyke: Arcturus of the Corona Borealis
I, callynge to mynde the great auctoryte
Of poetes olde, whyche full craftely
Under as coverte termes as coude be,
Can touche a troughte and cloke it subtylly
Wyth fresshe utteraunce full sentencyonsly,
Dyverse in style, some spared not vyce to wrythe,
Some of moralyte nobly dyde endyte,
Wherby I rede theyr renome and theyr fame
Maye never dye bute evermore endure.
I was sore moved to a force the same,
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poem by John Skelton
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True Confession
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Today, recovering from influenza,
I begin, having nothing worse to do,
This autobiography that ends a
Half of my life I'm glad I'm through.
O Love, what a bloody hullaballoo
I look back at, shaken and sober,
When that intemperate life I view
From this temperate October.
To nineteen hundred and forty-seven
I pay the deepest of respects,
For during this year I was given
Some insight into the other sex.
I was a victim, till forty-six,
Of the rosy bed with bitches in it;
But now, in spite of all pretexts,
I never sleep a single minute.
O fellow sailor on the tossing sea,
O fleeting virgin in the night,
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poem by George Barker
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Confessio Amantis. Prologus
Torpor, ebes sensus, scola parua labor minimusque
Causant quo minimus ipse minora canam:
Qua tamen Engisti lingua canit Insula Bruti
Anglica Carmente metra iuuante loquar.
Ossibus ergo carens que conterit ossa loquelis
Absit, et interpres stet procul oro malus.
Of hem that writen ous tofore
The bokes duelle, and we therfore
Ben tawht of that was write tho:
Forthi good is that we also
In oure tyme among ous hiere
Do wryte of newe som matiere,
Essampled of these olde wyse
So that it myhte in such a wyse,
Whan we ben dede and elleswhere,
Beleve to the worldes eere
In tyme comende after this.
Bot for men sein, and soth it is,
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Fourth Book
THEY met still sooner. 'Twas a year from thence
When Lucy Gresham, the sick semptress girl,
Who sewed by Marian's chair so still and quick,
And leant her head upon the back to cough
More freely when, the mistress turning round,
The others took occasion to laugh out,–
Gave up a last. Among the workers, spoke
A bold girl with black eyebrows and red lips,–
'You know the news? Who's dying, do you think?
Our Lucy Gresham. I expected it
As little as Nell Hart's wedding. Blush not, Nell,
Thy curls be red enough without thy cheeks;
And, some day, there'll be found a man to dote
On red curls.–Lucy Gresham swooned last night,
Dropped sudden in the street while going home;
And now the baker says, who took her up
And laid her by her grandmother in bed,
He'll give her a week to die in. Pass the silk.
Let's hope he gave her a loaf too, within reach,
For otherwise they'll starve before they die,
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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Cleanness
Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende
& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,
Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche
& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge.
For wonder wroth is þe Wy3þat wro3t alle þinges
Wyth þe freke þat in fylþe fol3es Hym after,
As renkez of relygioun þat reden & syngen
& aprochen to hys presens & prestez arn called;
Thay teen vnto his temmple & temen to hym seluen,
Reken with reuerence þay rychen His auter;
Þay hondel þer his aune body & vsen hit boþe.
If þay in clannes be clos þay cleche gret mede;
Bot if þay conterfete crafte & cortaysye wont,
As be honest vtwyth & inwith alle fylþez,
Þen ar þay synful hemself & sulped altogeder
Boþe God & His gere, & hym to greme cachen.
He is so clene in His courte, þe Kyng þat al weldez,
& honeste in His housholde & hagherlych serued
With angelez enourled in alle þat is clene,
Boþ withine & withouten in wedez ful bry3t;
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God Shakes the Universe
God shakes the peoples of the earth;
God shakes the nations of the world;
God makes / unseats leaders and kings;
God makes / abates Nature’s furies;
God takes our burdens on Himself;
God shakes the universe!
God loves the righteous souls He made;
God sows the seeds of harmony;
God knows our problems and travail;
God rows life’s boat to land’s safety;
God tows soul’s ship to divine ports.
God leads the upright souls as guide;
God consoles us in affliction;
God pries into our secret sins;
God heals the wounds of hearts and minds;
God cares for us with love untold.
God wears no mask like Evil One;
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I Seek To Hear God Guide
Your enemy aint here in me.
I refuse to breathe that life you see.
Or stay prolonged on bended knees.
I seek,
To hear God guide.
When I listen I believe.
I'm to follow not to lead.
And rise above those petty pleas...
Of who says what just to compete.
God's guidance is what I seek.
I seek,
To hear God guide.
I seek,
To hear God guide.
I seek,
To hear God guide.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Will
“God will” we read all over His Word, Truth to us that can be inferred,
Into the lives of both me and you, for what God says, God shall do,
For everywhere we read “God will”, The Lord above will indeed fulfill,
As God fulfills every jot and tittle, working in all things, big and little.
Everywhere these words are read, in Scripture, He’ll do what He said,
All of Scripture, which we read, especially “God will” we should heed,
For God shall finish His Will and Plan, in the life of every single man,
As on this His Earth, every single life, will be judged by Jesus Christ.
God is Love, but must be just, His unchanging character all can trust,
God will show His Justice my friend, all men shall see in the very end,
Even though amoral forces assail, God’s ultimate justice shall prevail,
For He is God and as God must be, true to His Nature, for all will see.
Men will change, but God will never, as God’s Word shall last forever,
God’s Will and Purpose always suits, His Timeless, Eternal attributes,
In spite of what men believe and say, and while earth shall pass away,
God’s Attributes and Will together, remain unaltered, now and forever.
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poem by Bob Gotti
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God’s Crowning Jewel
Man is the jewel in the crown, of The Eternal God’s total creation.
He is the only creature found, worthy to receive Eternal Salvation.
Man was special at the start, for in His own image God created him,
God placed emotion in his heart, and breathed breath of life into him.
Friend this life was not just mortal, like the beasts that die and perish.
But man was made to be immortal; God’s creation for Him to cherish.
And man was put above all creation, as he was special in God’s eyes.
Since he was in charge of creation, God gave him a mind, to be wise.
God also had fellowship with man, as He walked with him in Paradise.
But Satan, no longer in God’s plan, wanted to lead man to his demise.
Satan with his own evil plan, wanted to fill man’s heart with utter lies.
With his lies he deceived man, and he was banished from Paradise.
Now separated from God forever, man no longer would see God’s face.
But God’s love he could not sever, as God instituted for man His Grace.
Sin had separated God from man, with no hope to return to Paradise.
But God would continue His plan, this time God turned to Jesus Christ.
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poem by Bob Gotti
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