Heaven

What a poor value do men set on heav'n? Heav'n, 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; Lost for a pension, or poor spot of earth, Favour of greatness, or an hour's faint pleasure; As men, in scorn of a true flame that's near, Should run to light their taper at a glow-worm.