<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468640" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The worldly prince doth in his sceptre hold<br>A kind of heaven in his authorities;<br>The wealthy miser, in his mass of gold,<br>Makes to his soul a kind of Paradise;<br>The epicure that eats and drinks all day,<br>Accounts no heaven, but in his hellish routs;<br>And she, whose beauty seems a sunny day,<br>Makes up her heaven but in her baby's clouts.<br>But, my sweet God, I seek no prince's power,<br>No miser's wealth, nor beauty's fading gloss,<br>Which pamper sin, whose sweets are inward sour,<br>And sorry gains that breed the spirit's loss:<br>No, my dear Lord, let my Heaven only be<br>In my Love's service, but to live to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nicholas+Breton">Nicholas Breton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468640" data-title="Sonnet de Nicholas Breton" data-description="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; ..."></div> </div> </div>

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