“My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns;Love is the fire and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals;The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls.” MenSoulJusticeLove IsFireMercyShameBlowSmokeFuelBreastsMetalsAshesCoalSighScornThornsFurnaces Book:Poetical works Source: Poetical works
“My conscience is my crown,Contented thoughts my rest;My heart is happy in itself,My bliss is in my breast.Enough I reckon wealth;A mean the surest lot,That lies too high for base contempt,Too low for envy's shot.” HeartMeanEnoughLyingWealthMy HeartLowsShotsConscienceEnvyBlissBreastsContemptCrowns Book:The poetical works of the rev. Robert Southwell, now first completely ed. by W. B. Turnbull Source: The poetical works of the rev. Robert Southwell, now first completely ed. by W. B. Turnbull
