Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. — Robert Southwell Gale Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Southwell Behinds Copy Share Image
“Gift better than Himself God doth not know, Gift better than God no man can see; This gift doth here the giver… — Robert Southwell Catholic Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Southwell Form Copy Share Image
The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil;… — Robert Southwell Ascent Copy Share Image
No joy so great but runneth to an end,No hap so hard but may in fine amend. — Robert Southwell Ends Copy Share Image
I feel no care of coin,Well-doing is my wealth;My mind to me an empire is,While grace affordeth health. — Robert Southwell Care Copy Share Image
Times go by turns, and chances change by course, from foul to fair, from better hap to worse. — Robert Southwell Chance Copy Share Image
My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns;Love is the fire and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;The… — Robert Southwell Ashes Copy Share Image
When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown. — Robert Southwell Fortune Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Southwell Bird Copy Share Image
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. — Robert Southwell Idle Copy Share Image
Christianity is warfare, and Christians are spiritualsoldiers. — Robert Southwell Christian Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Southwell Air Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Southwell Bliss Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Southwell Delay Copy Share Image
Behold a silly tender babe,In freezing winter night,In homely manger trembling lies;Alas! a piteous sight. — Robert Southwell Alas Copy Share Image
