The Form of Perfect Living and Other Prose TreatisesRolle, Richard, of Hampole
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The Form of Perfect Living and Other Prose Treatises
Rolle, Richard, of Hampole
Christian life; Rolle, Richard, of Hampole, 1290?-1349
spake to GOD in prayer, all soon with that dirty tongue, forswears,
backbites, and speaks foul words. Pray we to GOD that of His goodness He
keep us from these vices. Of GOD'S coming men may know by this that S.
Bernard says: "When thou art stirred of man in outer or inner spirit to
care for righteousness and stand up for it, to be meek and patient, to
love thy brothers in GOD, to be buxom to thy superiors, to love chastity
and cleanness in body and soul, token is it that Almighty GOD comes to
visit thy soul." If thou takest godly chastening from thy friend for thy
sin, or words that stir thee to virtues and good ways, this makes way
for and token of GOD'S coming. Then if thou puttest from thee slowness
and heaviness, and with a love-yearning likest such words; then
dear-worthy GOD thy Lord hastes Him to thee, for the desire that GOD has
to thee; kindles thy desires to have likings for such words, and makes
thee bitterly repent thy sin and amend thy life. For, at His incoming,
He wakens the soul, stirs it and softens it, and washes its wounds with
wine, and softens them with oil; that is, stirs it to repent bitterly
what it has misdone, and softens it with hope of mercy and forgiveness
of sins. He rives sin up by the roots, as a gardener does evil weeds,
and grafts good trees, and sows good seed, where the weeds grew. So does
GOD, who is called a gardener while He is in man's soul: He rives up
sins by the roots, and grafts in that soul virtues and good ways: what
was dry He bedews it with grace: what was black and mirk, He makes it
white: what was bound, He looses: what was cold, He makes warm with
love. By these stirrings, mayst thou know thy Lord is come; by stirring
of thy heart, destroying of vices, withdrawing from lusts, amending of
life, repenting misdeeds, beginning of a new man in GOD, every day more
and more. And by this mayst thou wit, when He goes from thee; the
gladness wanes, slow thou waxest dry and heavy, as a stone; love cools
in thee like a pot that had been welded, and the fire was withdrawn
therefrom. But then needs the soul to mourn sorely until He come again.
If foul thoughts egg thee on to leave the Lord thy GOD, say this "Whose
is this image and superscription?" if he says "Caesar's," that is the
prince of this world, that is the fiend of hell, say to him, "Go again
thou foul fiend with thy false money: bear it again with thee to hell;
for my gates are shut, and my Lord dwells herein, therefore have I no
time to deal with thee." Think on that holy greeting that Gabriel made
to that maiden, Mary in Nazareth, how joyful she was in body and soul in
that time; through that quieting, with her assent, she was fulfilled of
grace, so that she won might and power, in heaven, and earth, and hell;
and on her hangs all the world's health and restoring of those that
fell. Think on the birth of her Child, how she bare Him without sorrow
and grief that all other women have naturally in time of birth; and she
clean maiden after.
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