William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
The Souls HavenNicholas Breton (15451626)
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A kind of heaven in his authorities;
The wealthy miser in his mass of gold
Makes to his soul a kind of Paradise;
The epicure that eats and drinks all day,
Accounts no heaven but in his hellish routs;
And she whose beauty seems a sunny day,
Makes up her heaven but in her baby’s clouts.
But, my sweet God, I seek no prince’s power,
No miser’s wealth, nor beauty’s fading gloss,
Which pamper sin, whose sweets are inward sour,
And sorry gain that breed the spirit’s loss:
No, my dear Lord, let my heaven only be
In my love’s service, but to live to thee.