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Part Seven Love Seinte Pawel witneth thet alle uttre heardschipes, alle flesches pinsunges, ant licomliche swinkes - al is ase nawt ayeines luve, the schireth ant brihteth the heorte. Exercitio corporis ad modicum valet; pietas autem valet ad omnia. Thet is, "licomlich bisischipe is to lutel wurth, ah swote ant schir heorte is god to alle thinges. Si linguis hominum loquar et angelorum, et cetera. Si tradidero corpus meum ita ut ardeam, et cetera. Si distribuero omnes facultates meas in cibos pauperum, caritatem autem non habeam, nichil michi prodest. "Thah ich cuthe," he seith, "monne ledene ant englene, thah ich dude o mi bodi alle pine ant passiun thet bodi mahte tholien, thah ich yeve povre al thet ich hefde, yef ich nefde luve ther-with, to Godd ant to alle men in him ant for him, al were i-spillet. For as the hali abbat Moyses seide, al thet wa ant al thet heard thet we tholieth o flesch, ant al thet god thet we eaver doth, alle swucche thinges ne beoth nawt bute as lomen to tilie with the heorte. Yef the axe ne kurve, ne spitel-steaf ne dulve, ne the sulh ne erede, hwa kepte ham to halden? Alswa as na mon ne luveth lomen for ham-seolf, ah deth for the thinges thet me wurcheth with ham, alswa na flesches derf nis to luvien bute for-thi, thet Godd te reathere thider- ward loki mid his grace ant makie the heorte schir ant of briht sihthe, thet nan ne mei habben with monglunge of untheawes, ne with eorthlich luve of worltliche thinges. For this mong woreth swa the ehnen of the heorte, thet ha ne mei cnawen Godd, ne gleadien of his sihthe. Schir heorte, as Seint Bernard seith, makieth twa thinges, thet tu al thet tu dest do hit other for luve ane of Godd, other for othres god ant for his biheve. Have in al thet tu dest an of þes twa ententes, other ba togederes, for the leatere falleth into the earre. Have eaver schir heorte thus ant do al thet tu wult; have wori heorte, al the sit uvele. Omnia munda mundis; coinquinatis vero nichil est mundum (Apostolus). Item, Augustinus: Habe caritatem, et fac quicquid vis - voluntate videlicet rationis. For-thi, mine leove sustren, over alle thing beoth bisie to habben schir heorte. Hwet is schir heorte? Ich hit habbe i-seid ear, thet is thet ye na thing ne wilnin ne ne luvien, bute Godd ane ant te ilke thinges for Godd, the helpeth ow toward him - for Godd, ich segge, luvien ham, ant nawt for ham-seolven, as is mete other clath, mon other wummon, the ye beoth of i-godet. For ase seith Seint Austin ant speketh thus to ure Laverd: Minus te amat qui preter te aliquid amat, quod non propter te amat. Thet is, "Laverd, leasse ha luvieth the, the luvieth eawt bute the, bute ha luvien hit for the." Schirnesse of heorte is Godes luve ane. I this is al the strengthe of alle religiuns, the ende of alle ordres. Plenitudo legis est dilectio. "Luve fulleth the lahe," seith Seinte Pawel. Quicquid precipitur, in sola caritate solidatur. "Alle Godes heastes," as Sein Gregoire seith, "beoth i luve i-rotet." Luve ane schal beon i-leid i Seinte Mihales weie. Theo the meast luvieth, schulen beo meast i-blisset, nawt theo the leadeth heardest lif: for luve hit overweieth. Luve is heovene stiward for hire muchele freolec, for heo ne edhalt na thing, ah yeveth al thet ha haveth ant ec hire-seolven - elles ne kepte Godd nawt of thet hiren were. Godd haveth ofgan ure luve on alle cunne wise. He haveth muchel i-don us, ant mare bihaten. Muchel yeove ofdraheth luve. Me al the world he yef us in Adam, ure alde feader, ant al thet is i the world he weorp under ure fet, beastes ant fuheles, ear we weren forgulte. Omnia subjecisti sub pedibus ejus, oves et boves universas insuper et pecora campi, volucres celi, et pisces maris, qui perambulant semitas maris. Ant yet al thet is, as is th'ruppe i-seid, serveth the gode to sawle biheve, yet te uvele servith eorthe, sea, ant sunne. He dude yet mare, yef us nawt ane of his, ah dude al him-seolven. Se heh yeove nes neaver i- yeven to se lahe wrecches. Apostolus: Christus dilexit ecclesiam et dedit semet ipsum pro ea. "Crist," seith Seinte Pawel, "luvede swa his leofmon thet he yef for hire the pris of him-seolven." Neometh nu gode yeme, mine leove sustren, for- hwi me ah him to luvien. Earst as a mon the woheth, as a king thet luvede a gentil povre leafdi of feorrene londe, he sende his sonden bivoren - thet weren the patriarches ant te proph[et]es of the alde testament - with leattres i-sealet. On ende he com him-seolven ant brohte the Godspel as leattres i-openet ant wrat with his ahne blod saluz to his leofmon, luve-gretunge, for-te wohin hire with ant hire luve wealden. Her-to falleth a tale, a wrihe forbisne. A leafdi wes mid hire fan biset al abuten, hire lond al destruet, ant heo al povre in-with an eorthene castel. A mihti kinges luve wes thah biturnd upon hire swa unimete swithe, thet he for wohlech sende hire his sonden, an efter other, ofte somet monie, sende hire beawbelez bathe feole ant feire, sucurs of liveneth, help of his hehe hird to halden hire castel. Heo underfeng al as on unrecheles, ant swa wes heard i-heortet, thet hire luve ne mahte he neaver beo the neorre. Hwet wult tu mare? He com him-seolf on ende, schawde hire his feire neb, as the the wes of alle men feherest to bihalden, spec se swithe swoteliche, ant wordes se murie, thet ha mahten deade arearen to live, wrahte feole wundres ant dude muchele meistries bivoren hire eh-sihthe, schawde hire his mihte, talde hire of his kinedom, bead to makien hire cwen of al thet he ahte. Al this ne heold nawt - nes this hoker wunder? For heo nes neaver wurthe for-te beon his thuften, ah swa thurh his deboneirte luve hefde overcumen him, thet he seide on ende, "Dame, thu art i- weorret ant thine van beoth se stronge thet tu ne maht nanes-weis withute mi sucurs edfleon hare honden, thet ha ne don the to scheome death efter al thi weane. Ich chulle for the luve of the neome thet feht up-o me ant arudde the of ham the thi death secheth. Ich wat thah to sothe thet ich schal bituhen ham neomen deathes wunde, ant ich hit wulle heorteliche for-te ofgan thin heorte. Nu thenne biseche ich the, for the luve thet ich cuthe the, thet tu luvie me lanhure efter the ilke dede dead, hwen thu naldest lives." Thes king dude al thus: arudde hire of alle hire van, ant wes him-seolf to wundre i-tuket ant i-slein on ende - thurh miracle aras thah from deathe to live. Nere theos ilke leafdi of uveles cunnes cunde, yef ha over alle thing ne luvede him her-efter? Thes king is Jesu, Godes sune, thet al o thisse wise wohede ure sawle, the deoflen hefden biset. Ant he as noble wohere efter monie messagers ant feole god-deden com to pruvien his luve ant schawde thurh cnihtschipe thet he wes luve-wurthe, as weren sum-hwile cnihtes i-wunet to donne - dude him i turneiment ant hefde for his leoves luve his scheld i feht as kene cniht on euche half i-thurlet. His scheld, the wreah his Godd-head, wes his leove licome thet wes i-spread o rode, brad as scheld buven in his i-strahte earmes, nearow bineothen as the an fot - efter mon ies wene - set up-o the other. Thet this scheld naveth siden is for bitacnunge thet his deciples the schulden stonden bi him ant habben i-beon his siden fluhen alle from him ant leafden him as fremede, as the Godspel seith: Relicto eo omnes fugerunt. This scheld is i-yeven us ayein alle temptatiuns, as Jeremie witneth: Dabis scutum cordis laborem tuum. Nawt ane this scheld ne schilt us from alle uveles, ah deth yet mare, cruneth us in heovene. Scuto bone voluntatis. "Laverd," he seith, Davith, "with the scheld of thi gode wil thu havest us i-crunet." "Scheld" he seith "of god wil," for willes he tholede al thet he tholede. Ysaias: Oblatus est quia voluit. "Me, Laverd," thu seist, "hwer-to ne mahte he with leasse gref habben arud us?" Yeoi, i-wiss, ful lihtliche, ah he nalde. For-hwi? For-te bineomen us euch bitellunge ayein him of ure luve thet he se deore bohte. Me buth lihtliche thing thet me luveth lutel. He bohte us with his heorte blod - deorre pris nes neaver - for-te ofdrahen of us ure luve toward him, thet costnede him se sare. I scheld beoth threo thinges: the treo, ant te lether, ant te litunge. Alswa wes i this scheld the treo of the rode, thet lether of Godes licome, the litunge of the reade blod thet heowede hire se feire. Eft the thridde reisun: efter kene cnihtes death, me hongeth hehe i chirche his scheld on his mungunge. Alswa is this scheld - thet is, the crucifix - i chirche i-set i swuch stude ther me hit sonest seo, for-te thenchen ther-bi o Jesu Cristes cnihtschipe, thet he dude o rode. His leofmon bihalde th'ron hu he bohte hire luve, lette thurlin his scheld, openin his side, to schawin hire his heorte, to schawin hire openliche hu inwardliche he luvede hire, ant to ofdrahen hire heorte. Fowr heaved luven me i-find i this world: bitweone gode i-feren, bitweone mon ant wummon, bi[tweone] wif ant hire child, bitweone licome ant sawle. The luve thet Jesu Crist haveth to his deore leofmon overgeath theos fowre, passeth ham alle. Ne teleth me him god fere the leith his wed i Giwerie to acwitin ut his fere? Godd almihti leide him-seolf for us i Giwerie ant dude his deore-wurthe bodi to acwitin ut his leofmon of Giwene honden. Neaver fere ne dude swuch fordede for his fere. Muche luve is ofte bitweone mon ant wummon, ah thah ha were i-weddet him, ha mahte i-wurthen se unwreast, ant swa longe ha mahte forhorin hire with othre men thet thah ha walde ayein cumen, he ne kepte hire nawt. For-thi Crist luveth mare, for thah the sawle his spuse forhori hire with the feond under heaved-sunne, feole yeres ant dahes, his mearci is hire eaver yarow hwen ha wule cumen ham ant leten then deovel. Al this he seith him-seolf thurh Jeremie: Si dimiserit vir ux- orem suam, et cetera. Tu autem fornicata es cum multis amatoribus; tamen revertere ad me, dicit Dominus. Yet he yeiyeth al dei, "thu thet havest se unwreaste i-don, biturn the ant cum ayein - welcume schalt tu beo me." Immo et occurrit prodigo venienti. "Yet he eorneth," hit seith, "ayein hire yein-cume ant warpeth earmes anan abuten hire swire." Hweat is mare milce? Yet her gleadfulre wunder: ne beo neaver his leof forhoret mid se monie deadliche sunnen, sone se ha kimeth to him ayein he maketh hire neowe meiden. For as Seint Austin seith, swa muchel is bitweonen Godes neoleachunge ant monnes to wummon, thet monnes neoleachunge maketh of meiden wif, ant Godd maketh of wif meiden. Restituit, inquit Job, in integrum. Gode werkes ant treowe bileave - theose twa thinges beoth meithhad i sawle. Nu of the thridde luve. Child thet hefde swuch uvel thet him bihofde beath of blod ear hit were i-healet - muchel the moder luvede hit, the walde this beath him makien. This dude ure Laverd us the weren se seke of sunne ant swa i-sulet ther- with thet na thing ne mahte healen us ne cleansin us bute his blod ane, for swa he hit walde. His luve maketh us beath th'rof. I-blescet beo he eavre! Threo beathes he greithede to his deore leofmon for-te weschen hire in ham se hwit ant se feier thet ha were wurthe to his cleane cluppunges. The earste beath is fulluht. The other beoth teares inre other uttre, efter the forme beath, yef ha hire suleth. The thridde is Jesu Cristes blod thet halheth ba the othre, as Sein Juhan seith i the Apocalipse: Qui dilexit nos et lavit nos in sanguine suo. Thet he luveth us mare then eani moder hire child - he hit seith him-seolven thurh Ysaie: Nunquid potest mater oblivisci filii uteri sui? Et si illa obliviscatur, ego non obliviscar tui. "Mei moder," he seith, "foryeoten hire child? Ant thah heo do, ich ne mei the foryeoten neaver" - ant seith the resun efter: In manibus meis descripsi te. "Ich habbe," he seith, "depeint te i mine honden" - swa he dude mid read blod up-o the rode. Me cnut his gurdel to habben thoht of a thing, ah ure Laverd, for he nalde neaver foryeoten us, dude mearke of thurlunge, in ure munegunge, i ba twa his honden. Nu the feorthe luve: the sawle luveth the licome swithe mid alle, ant thet is etscene i the twinnunge - for leove freond beoth sari hwen ha schulen twinnin - ah ure Laverd willeliche totweamde his sawle from his bodi for-te veien ure bathe togederes, world buten ende i the blisse of heovene. Thus, lo, Jesu Cristes luve toward his deore spuse - thet is, Hali Chirche other cleane sawle - passeth alle ant overkimeth the fowr measte luven thet me i-find on eorthe. With al this luve yetten he woheth hire o this wise: "Thi luve," he seith, " - other hit is for-te yeoven allunge, other hit is to sullen, other hit is to reavin ant to neomen with strengthe. Yef hit is for-te yeoven, hwer maht tu biteon hit betere then up-o me? Nam ich thinge feherest? Nam ich kinge richest? Nam ich hest i-cunnet? Nam ich weolie wisest? Nam ich monne hendest? Nam ich thinge freoest? For swa me seith bi large mon the ne con nawt edhalden, thet he haveth the honden, as mine beoth, i-thurlet. Nam ich alre thinge swotest ant swetest? Thus alle the reisuns hwi me ah to yeove luve thu maht i-finden in me, nomeliche yef thu luvest chaste cleannesse. For nan ne mei luvie me bute ha hire halde. Ah ha is threo-vald: i widewehad, i spushad, i meidenhad, the heste. Yef thi luve nis nawt to yeovene, ah wult thet me bugge hire - buggen hire? [Hu?] Other with other luve other with sum-hweat elles. Me suleth wel luve [for luve] ant swa me ah to sulle luve, ant for na thing elles. Yef thin is swa to sullen ich habbe i-boht hire with luve over alle othre. For of the fowr measte luven, ich habbe i-cud toward te the measte of ham alle. Yef thu seist thu nult nawt leote th'ron se liht chap, ah wult yette mare, nempne hweat hit schule beon. Sete feor o thi luve. Thu ne schalt seggen se muchel thet ich nule yeove mare. Wult tu castles, kinedomes? Wult tu wealden al the world? Ich chulle do the betere, makie the, with al this, cwen of heove-riche. Thu schalt te-seolf beo seove-vald brihtre then the sunne. Nan uvel ne schal nahhi the. Na wunne ne schal wonti the. Al thi wil schal beon i-wraht in heovene ant ec in eorthe - ye, ant yet in helle. Ne schal neaver heorte thenchen hwuch selhthe thet ich nule yeoven for thi luve unmeteliche, unevenliche, unendeliche mare. Al Creasuse weole, the wes kinge richest. Absalones schene wlite, the as ofte as me evesede him, salde his evesunge, the her thet he kearf of for twa hundret sicles of seolver i-weiet. Asaeles swiftschipe, the straf with heortes of urn. Samsones strengthe, the sloh a thusent of his fan al ed a time, ant ane, bute fere. Cesares freolec. Alixandres here-word. Moysese heale. Nalde a mon for an of theos yeoven al thet he ahte? Ant alle somet, ayein mi bodi, ne beoth nawt wurth a nelde. Yef thu art se swithe ane-wil ant swa ut of thi wit thet tu, thurh nawt to leosen, forsakest swuch biyete, with alles cunnes selhthe, lo, ich halde her heatel sweord up-o thin heaved to dealen lif ant sawle, ant bisenchen ham ba into the fur of helle, to beon deofles hore schentfulliche ant sorhfulliche world abuten ende. Ondswere nu ant were the, yef thu const, ayein me, other yette me thi luve the ich yirne se swithe - nawt for min ah for thin ahne muchele biheve." Lo, thus ure Laverd woheth. Nis ha to heard i-heortet thet a thulli wohere ne mei to his luve turnen, yef ha wel thencheth theose threo thinges: hwet he is ant hwet heo is, ant hu muchel is the luve of se heh as he is toward se lah as heo is? For-thi seith the Salm-wruhte: Non est qui se abscondat a calore ejus. "Nis nan thet mahe edlutien thet ha ne mot him luvien." The sothe sunne i the under-tid wes for-thi i-stihen on heh, o the hehe rode, for-te spreaden over-al hate luve-gleames. Thus neodful he wes ant is athet tes dei to ontenden his luve i his leoves heorte, ant seith i the Godspel: Ignem veni mittere in terram, et quid volo nisi ut ardeat? "Ich com to bringen," he seith, "fur into eorthe" - thet is, bearninde luve into eorthlich heorte - "ant hwet yirne ich elles bute thet hit bleasie?" Wlech luve is him lath, as he seith thurh Sein Juhan i the Apocalipse: Utinam frigidus esses aut calidus! Set quia tepidus es, incipiam te evomere de ore meo. "Ich walde," he seith to his leofmon, "thet tu were i mi luve other allunge cald, other hat mid alle, ah for-thi thet tu art ase wlech bitweone twa, nowther hat ne cald, thu makest me to wleatien, ant ich wulle speowe the ut bute thu wurthe hattre." Nu ye habbeth i-herd, mine leove sustren, hu ant for-hwi Godd is swithe to luvien. For-te ontenden ow wel, gederith wude ther-to with the povre wummon of Sarepte, the burh the spealeth "ontendunge." En inquit colligo duo ligna (Regum iii). "Laverd," quoth ha to Helye the hali prophete, "lo, ich gederi twa treon." Theos twa treon bitacnith - thet a treo thet stod upriht, ant thet other the eode thwert-over - o the deore rode. Of theos twa treon ye schulen ontende fur of luve in-with ower heorte. Biseoth ofte towart ham. Thencheth yef ye ne ahen eathe to luvien the king of blisse, the tospreat swa his earmes toward ow, ant buheth, as to beoden cos, dune-ward his heaved. Sikerliche ich segge hit: yef the sothe Helye - thet is, Godd almihti - i-fint ow theose twa treon bisiliche gederin, he wule gestnin with ow ant moni-falden in ow his deore-wurthe grace, as Helie dude hire liveneth ant gestnede with hire thet he i-fond the twa treon gederin i Sarepte. Grickisch fur is i-maket of reades monnes blod, ant thet ne mei na thing bute migge ant sond ant eisil - as me seith - acwenchen. This Grickisch fur is the luve of Jesu ure Laverd, ant ye hit schule makien of reade monnes blod - thet is, Jesu Crist i-readet with his ahne blod o the deore rode - ant wes inread cundeliche alswa, as me weneth. This blod, for ow i-sched up-o the earre twa treon, schal makien ow Sareptiens - thet is, ontende mid tis Grickisch fur, thet as Salomon seith, nane weattres - thet beoth worldliche tribulatiuns, nane temptatiuns, nowther inre ne uttre - ne mahen this luve acwenchen. Nu nis thenne on ende bute witen ow warliche with al thet hit acwencheth - thet beoth migge, ant sond, ant eisil, as ich ear seide. Migge is stench of sunne. O sond ne groweth na god ant bitacneth idel. Idel akeldeth ant acwencheth this fur. Sturieth ow cwicliche aa i gode werkes ant thet schal heaten ow ant ontenden this fur ayein the brune of sunne. For alswa as the an neil driveth ut then other, alswa the brune of Godes luve driveth brune of ful luve ut of the heorte. The thridde thing is eisil - thet is, sur heorte of nith other of onde. Understondeth this word: tha the nithfule Giws offreden ure Laverd this sure present up-o the rode, tha seide he thet reowthfule word, Consumatum est. "Neaver," quoth he, "ear nu nes ich ful pinet," nawt thurh thet eisil, ah thurh hare ondfule nith thet tet eisil bitacnede thet heo him duden drinken, ant is i-lich as thah a mon thet hefde longe i-swunken, ant failede efter long swinc on ende of his hure. Alswa ure Laverd mare then twa ant thritti yer tilede efter hare luve, ant for al his sare swinc ne wilnede na thing bute luve to hure. Ah i the ende of his lif, thet wes as i the even-tid hwen me yelt werc-men hare deies hure, loke hu ha yulden him: for piment of huni luve, eisil of sur nith ant galle of bitter onde! "O," quoth ure Laverd tha, Consumatum est. "Al mi swinc on eorthe, al mi pine o rode ne sweameth ne ne derveth me na-wiht ayein this - thet ich thus biteo al thet ich i-don habbe. This eisil thet ye beodeth me, this sure hure thurhfulleth mi pine." This eisil of sur heorte ant of bitter thonc over alle othre thing acwencheth Grickisch fur - thet is, the luve of ure Laverd - ant hwa-se hit bereth i breoste toward wummon other mon, ha is Giwes make. Ha offreth Godd this eisil ant thurhfulleth onont hire Jesues pine o rode. Me warpeth Grickisch fur upon his fa-men ant swa me overkimeth ham. Ye schule don alswa hwen Godd areareth ow of ei va eani weorre. Hu ye hit schule warpen Salomon teacheth: Si esurierit inimicus tuus, ciba illum; si sitierit, potum da illi. Sic enim carbones ardentes congeres su- per caput ejus - thet is, "yef thi fa hungreth, fed him. To his thurst, yef him drunch." Thet is to understonden, yef he efter thin hearm haveth hunger other thurst, yef him fode of thine beoden thet Godd do him are. Yef him drunch of teares. Wep for his sunnen. "Thus thu schalt," seith Salomon, "rukelin on his heaved bearninde gleden" - thet is to seggen, thus thu schalt ontenden his heorte for-te luvie the. For heorte is in Hali Writ bi heaved understonden. O thulli wise wule Godd seggen ed te dome: "Hwi luvedest tu the mon other the wummon?" "Sire, ha luveden me!" "Ye," he wule seggen, "thu yulde thet tu ahtest. Her nabbe ich the nawt muches to yelden." Yef thu maht ondswerien, "alle wa ha duden me, ne na luve ne ahte ich ham, ah, sire, ich luvede ham for thi luve" - thet luve he ah the, for hit wes i-yeven him ant he hit wule the yelden. Migge - as ich seide - thet acwencheth Grickisch fur, is stinkinde flesches luve, the acwencheth gastelich luve, thet Grickisch fur bitacneth. Hweat flesch wes on eorthe se swete ant se hali as wes Jesu Cristes flesch? Ant thah he seide him-seolf to his deore deciples, Nisi ego abiero, paraclitus non veniet ad vos. Thet is, "Bute ich parti from ow, the Hali Gast - thet is, min ant mines feaderes luve - ne mei nawt cumen to ow. Ah hwen ich beo from ow, ich chulle senden him ow." Hwen Jesu Cristes ahne deciples, hwil thet ha fleschliche luveden him, neh ham foreoden the swetnesse of the Hali Gast, ne ne mahte nawt habben bathe togederes. Demeth ow-seolven: nis he wod, other heo, the luveth to swithe hire ahne flesch, other eani mon fleschliche swa thet ha yirne to swithe his sihthe other his speche? Ne thunche hire neaver wunder yef hire wonti the Hali Gastes frovre. Cheose nu euch-an of thes twa - eorthlich elne ant heovenlich - to hwether ha wule halden, for thet other ha mot leten. For i the tweire monglunge, ne mei ha habben neaver mare schirnesse of heorte - thet is, as we seiden ear, thet god ant te strengthe of alle religiuns ant in euch ordre. Luve maketh hire schir, grithful ant cleane. Luve haveth a meistrie bivoren alle othre; for al thet ha rineth, al ha turneth to hire, ant maketh al hire ahne. Quemcumque locum calcaverit pes vester - pes videlicet amoris - vester erit. Deore walde moni mon buggen a swuch thing, thet al thet he rine to, al were his ahne. Ant ne seide hit th'ruppe feor, ane thurh thet tu luvest thet god thet is in an-other, with the rinunge of thi luve thu makest withuten other swinc his god thin ahne god, as Sein Gregoire witneth? Lokith nu hu muchel god the ontfule leoseth. Streche thi luve to Jesu Crist, thu havest him i- wunnen. Rin him with ase muche luve as thu havest sum mon sum-chearre, he is thin to don with al thet tu wilnest. Ah hwa luveth thing thet leaveth hit for leasse then hit is wurth? Nis Godd betere unevenlich then al thet is i the world? Chearite is cherte of leof thing ant of deore. Undeore he maketh Godd ant to unwurth mid alle, thet for ei worltlich thing of his luve leasketh, for na thing ne con luvien riht, bute he ane. Swa overswithe he luveth luve, thet he maketh hire his evening. Yet ich dear segge mare - he maketh hire his meistre ant deth al thet ha hat as thah he moste nede. Mei ich pruvien this? Ye, witerliche ich, bi his ahne wordes, for thus he speketh to Moyses the monne meast him luvede: In Numeri: Dimisi juxta verbum tuum, non dicit preces. "Ich hefde," quoth he, "i-munt to wreoke mine wreaththe i this folc. Ah thu seist I ne schal nawt. Thi word beo i-forthet." Me seith thet luve bindeth; witerliche luve bint swa ure Laverd thet he ne mei na thing don bute thurh luves leave. Nu preove her-of, for hit thuncheth wunder. Ysaias: Domine, non est qui consurgat et teneat te. "Laverd, thu wult smiten," seith Ysaie. "Wei-la-wei! Thu maht wel - nis nan thet te halde," as thah he seide, "yef ei luvede the riht, he mahte halden the ant wearnen the to smiten." In Genesy, ad Loth: festina, et cetera. Non potero ibi quicquam facere, donec egressus fueris illinc. Thet is, tha ure Laverd walde bisenchen Sodome ther Lot his freond wes inne, "hihe the," quoth he, "ut-ward. For hwil thu art bimong ham, ne mei ich nawt don ham." Nes thes with luve i-bunden? Hwet wult tu mare? Luve is his chamberleng, his conseiler, his spuse, thet he ne mei nawt heole with, ah teleth al thet he thencheth. In Genesy: Num celare potero Abraham que gesturus sum? "Mei ich," quoth ure Laverd, "heolen Abraham thing thet ich thenche to donne? Nai, o nane wise." Nu con thes luvien the thus speketh ant thus deth to alle the him inwardliche leveth ant luvieth. The blisse thet he yarketh ham, as ha is unevenlich to alle worldes blissen, alswa ha is untalelich to worldliche tungen. Ysaias: Oculus non vidit Deus absque te que preparasti diligentibus te. Apostolus: Oculus non vidit, nec auris audivit, et cetera. Ye habbeth of theos blissen i-writen elles-hwer, mine leove sustren. This luve is the riwle the riwleth the heorte. Confitebor tibi in directione - id est, in regulatione - cordis. Exprobatio malorum, generatio que non direxit cor suum. This is the leafdi riwle - alle the othre servith hire. Ant ane for hire sake me hat ham to luvien. Lutel strengthe ich do of ham, for-hwon thet theos beo deore-wurthliche i-halden. Habbeth ham thah scheortliche i the eahtuthe dale. |