“[ Silke doth quench the fire in the kitchin. ]”
George Herbert (1593–1633) Welsh-born English poet, orator and Anglican priest
Jacula Prudentum (1651)
Introductio ad prudentiam: Part II (1727), Gnomologia (1732)
“[ Silke doth quench the fire in the kitchin. ]”
George Herbert (1593–1633) Welsh-born English poet, orator and Anglican priest
Jacula Prudentum (1651)
Thomas Fuller (1608–1661) English churchman and historian
Of Anger.
The Holy State and the Profane State (1642)
Tulsidas (1532–1623) Hindu poet-saint
In Kavitavali quoted in "A Garden of Deeds: Ramacharitmanas, a Message of Human Ethics", p. 72
“I have cast fire upon the world — and behold, I guard it until it is ablaze.”
Thomas the Apostle Apostle of Jesus Christ
10; as quoted in Studies in the Gospel of Thomas (1960) by Robert McLachlan Wilson http://www.earlychristianwritings.com/thomas/gospelthomas10.html <br class="br">Variant translations: <br class="br">I have cast fire upon the world, and see, I am watching over it until it blazes. <br class="br">As translated by Bentley Layton <br class="br">Gospel of Thomas (c. 50? — c. 140?)
Abigail Adams (1744–1818) 2nd First Lady of the United States (1797–1801)
Letter to John Adams (10 July 1775)
Context: How difficult the task to quench the fire and the pride of private ambition, and to sacrifice ourselves and all our hopes and expectations to the public weal! How few have souls capable of so noble an undertaking! How often are the laurels worn by those who have had no share in earning them! But there is a future recompense of reward, to which the upright man looks, and which he will most assuredly obtain, provided he perseveres unto the end.
“I have cast fire upon the world, and see, I am guarding it until it blazes.”
Jesus (-7–30 BC) Jewish preacher and religious leader, central figure of Christianity
10
Gnostic Gospels, Gospel of Thomas (c. 2nd century AD manuscript)
Charles de Lint (1951) author
Source: Into the Green (1993), Ch. 36 p. 233
Context: He had seen trances before — wise men far in the east, who could feign death; a herbwife as she bent over her patient, searching for invisible hurts.
But this was different. He could sense something here, within the circle cast by the light of the fire. A presence.
Presences...