“As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear.” HeartMadeEyeNightViewsFireAirMy HeartWinterSnowBurningHeatFearfulLiftingBabeLifting UpBurning Bright Author:Robert Southwell
“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
