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Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон)


Sonnet


The worldly prince doth in his sceptre hold
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 gains 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. 



Nicholas Breton's other poems:
  1. A Shepherd's Dream
  2. Pretty Twinkling Starry Eyes
  3. Love
  4. Филлида и КоридонPhillida and Coridon
  5. Прощай, город!A Farewell to Town


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) Sonnet ("Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there") 1820
  • Hartley Coleridge (Хартли Кольридж) Sonnet ("If I have sinned in act, I may repent")

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