For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the _heavens_.--II. Corinthians, v. 1. An inheritance incorruptible and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in _heaven_.--I. Peter, i. 4. We, according to His promise, look for new _heavens_ and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness.--II. Peter, iii. 13. In having all things, and not Thee, what have I? Not having Thee, what have my labours got? Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I? And having Thee alone, what have I not? I wish not sea nor land; nor would I be Possessed of _Heaven_, _Heaven_ unpossessed of Thee. _Quarles._ Shall we serve _heaven_ With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves? _Shakspere._ Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Rich in thy seven-fold energy! Thou strength of his Almighty hand, Whose power does _heaven_ and earth command. _Dryden._ Inquirer cease, petitions yet remain, Which _heaven_ may hear, nor deem religion vain. * * * * * Still raise for good the supplicated voice, But leave to _heaven_ the measure and the choice. _Dr. Johnson._ _Heaven_’s the perfection of all that can Be said or thought, riches, delight, or harmony, Health, beauty; and all these not subject to The waste of time, but in their height eternal. _Shirley._ _Heav’n_ is a great way off, and I shall be Ten thousand years in travel, yet ’twere happy If I may find a lodging there at last, Though my poor soul get thither upon crutches. _Shirley._ I sat, one day, upon a stone, ’Rapt in a musing fit, alone, And resting on my hand my head, Thus to myself, in thought, I said-- “How in these times of care and strife, Shall I direct my fleeting life? Three precious jewels I require To satisfy my heart’s desire: The first is honour, bright and clear; The next is wealth; but (far more dear!) The third is _Heaven’s_ approving smile.” Then, after I had mused awhile, I saw that it was vain to pine For these three pearls in one small shrine; To find within one heart a place For honour, wealth, and _heavenly_ grace, For how can one, in days like these, _Heaven_ and the world together please? _Gostick, from Walter Von Der Vogelweide._