सुभाषितावलिः /10
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No. 3520.
"Lord, we are one in essence: but I am thine, not thou
mine: the wave is the sea's not the sea the wave's."
No. 3524.
They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.
"I am a sinner, but do not thou, therefore forsake me.
What need have the righteous, who stand in no jeopardy, of
thy protection? Because I am vile, and of low estate, and
an evildoer, wilt thou not surely pity me more than these?"
No. 3499.
-- Could see the Mother with the child
Whose tender winning arts
Have to his little arms beguiled
So many wounded hearts !
"I never forget the God-child as he lies in his cradle of
figtree wood, thrusting with his lily hand his lily foot into his
lily mouth."
No. 3501.
And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his
eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful
to me a sinner.
"I may not enter there; I but stand without, and weep
bitterly : Lord, in mercy, let my cry for pity come up into
thine ear."
No. 3487.
But when ye pray use not vain repetitions. ... After this manner
pray ye, Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name.
"'I worship God'--there is none other prayer than this,
and this whosoever will may say. Full great is the folly of
him that sees hell.<fix>"</fix>
"Lord, we are one in essence: but I am thine, not thou
mine: the wave is the sea's not the sea the wave's."
No. 3524.
They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.
"I am a sinner, but do not thou, therefore forsake me.
What need have the righteous, who stand in no jeopardy, of
thy protection? Because I am vile, and of low estate, and
an evildoer, wilt thou not surely pity me more than these?"
No. 3499.
-- Could see the Mother with the child
Whose tender winning arts
Have to his little arms beguiled
So many wounded hearts !
"I never forget the God-child as he lies in his cradle of
figtree wood, thrusting with his lily hand his lily foot into his
lily mouth."
No. 3501.
And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his
eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful
to me a sinner.
"I may not enter there; I but stand without, and weep
bitterly : Lord, in mercy, let my cry for pity come up into
thine ear."
No. 3487.
But when ye pray use not vain repetitions. ... After this manner
pray ye, Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name.
"'I worship God'--there is none other prayer than this,
and this whosoever will may say. Full great is the folly of
him that sees hell.<fix>"</fix>