{"collection":"chr","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/chr/sil/scw/scw13.htm","path":"chr/sil/scw/scw13.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/chr/sil/scw/scw13.htm","text":"311 (I. 140)\nMAN IS ALL THINGS\n| Man is the Sum of Things. If he lack but a jot, The full scope of his wealth surely he knoweth not. | \n312 (IV. 146)\nTHE HIGHEST NOBILITY OF MAN\n| This is my true nobility, That I have power to be, while still On earth, a King, an Emperor, A God, or anything I will. | \n313 (III. 111)\nTHE HUMAN HEART\n| God, Devil and the World would all Invade my heart\u2014such rivalry Doth prove it to be wondrous fair And of a high nobility. | \n314 (V. 181)\nTHE GREEDIEST\n| How greedy is a Heart! A thousand Worlds were all too few\u2014 'Twould crave to have them all at once Ay, and more too. | \n315 (V. 170)\nALL WORKS ARE ALIKE TO GOD\n| Man's works are level before God. To Him the Saint is full as dear When he lifts up his cup to drink As when he lifts his voice in prayer. | \n316 (V. 334)\nGOD VALUETH THE WORK ACCORDING TO THE WORKER\n| Know this for sure\u2014the good man's sleep Is more of worth in God's own sight Than all the cry the sinner makes, Chanting and praying through the night. | \n317 (V. 174)\nWHAT THE SAINT DOTH, GOD DOTH IN HIM\n| 'Tis God Himself who in the Saint Enacts the Saint's activities, God walks, stands, sleeps, wakes, eats and drinks, And the Saint's courage too is His. | \n318 (VI. 154)\nGOD DOETH ALL HIMSELF\n| Himself God lays the cord to the shaft, Himself draws back the bow\u2014that's why, When He Himself releases it, The arrow cleaves the target's eye. | \n319 (I. 194)\nWHAT ART THOU IN RESPECT OF GOD?\n| Think not thou standest high with God Because thy works His favour claim: Even the labours of the Saints To Him are trifling as a game. | \n320 (I. 119)\nTHOU MUST GO TO THE SOURCE\n| Water is pure and clean when at the well-head quaffed: Drink'st thou not at the Spring, there's danger in the draught. | \n321 (IV. 190)\nTHE CROSS MANIFESTETH WHAT IS HIDDEN\n| Thou canst not know thyself in ease and cheer of heart; The Cross first showeth thee the man thou inly art. | \n322 (V. 275)\nSUFFERING IS MORE PROFITABLE THAN JOY\n| Man, hadst thou only known the good And profit Suffering can bestow, Surely thou wouldst have chosen it Rather than Pleasure, long ago. | \n323 (IV. 79)\nTHE BEST FRIEND AND ENEMY\n| My Body is my dearest Friend, Likewise my bitterest Enemy; It bears me up and binds me down, As it doth list, contrarily. I hate it, yet I love it too, And when death comes to part us twain, How joyful will that parting be! And how that parting will be pain! | \n324 (V. 135)\nREADINESS MODIFIES THE BLOW\n| Is not the Wise Man sad at heart When Sorrow knocketh at his door?\u2014 He's made all ready long ago To welcome such a Visitor. | \n325 (III. 88)\nTHERE MUST BE CRUCIFIXION\n| Who in the world-to-come would go rose-gathering Must first know well how sharply this world's briars sting. | \n326 (III. 89)\nBEAUTY\n| Beauty I dearly love, and yet I think that Beauty scarce adorns Aught that I see, unless I find It always set about with thorns. | \n327 (V. 114)\nIT IS FOLLY TO STRIVE FOR HONOUR\n| What fools are we who keenly strive Honour to win and keep. God giveth Honour but to him Who holdeth Honour cheap. | \n328 (V. 141)\nTHE ACTION OF THE WORLD IS A TRAGEDY\n| Friend, envy not the World\u2014it goes it own sweet way, Yet is its Action nothing but a Tragic Play. | \n329 (V. 263)\nHELL MUST BE TASTED\n| None can escape the throat of Hell. The path thereto once must thou tread, And if alive thou go not in, Then surely shalt thou go in dead. | \n330 (III. 146)\nTHE MIGHT OF SOULS\n| The Soul is very strong\u2014God's self Acknowledgeth 'tis even so. He cannot break from her embrace Unless she please to let Him go. | \n331 (VI. 82)\nTHY WILL MAKETH THEE LOST\n| By thy own Will thou'rt lost, by thy own Will thou'rt found, Thou by thy Will art freed, and by thy Will art bound. | \n332 (V. 98)\nGOD CANNOT CONTROL THE WILL\n| Naught is there mightier than God; Yet hath He not the might to turn My Will from willing what it will, My yearning as it needs must yearn? |","title":"XIII MAN AND THE WORLD","type":"page"}