The Character of a Happy Life

…from the quills of the dead white poets

 Sir Henry Wotton (1568 – 1639)

 How happy is he born and taught

That serves not another’s will;

Whose armour is his honest thought,

And simple truth his utmost skill;

Whose passions not his masters are;

Whose soul is still prepar’d for death,

Untied unto the world by care

Of public fame or private breath;

Who envies none that chance doth raise,

Nor vice; who never understood

How deepest wounds are given by praise;

No rules of state, but rules of good;

Who hath his life from rumour freed,

Whose conscience is his strong retreat;

Whose state can neither flatterers feed,

Nor ruin make accusers great;

Who God doeth late and early pray

More of His grace than gifts to lend;

And entertains the harmless day

With a well-chosen book or friend;

This man is freed from servile bands

Of hope to rise, or fear to fail;

Lord of himself, though not of lands;

And having nothing, yet hath all.

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