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THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE
How happy is he born and taught
-This man is freed from servile bands
Sir H. Wotton. MY MIND A KINGDOM
MY MIND A KINGDOM
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind : Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
No princely pomp, no wealthy store,
No force to win the victory,
No shape to feed a loving eye;
I see how plenty surfeits oft,
And hasty climbers soon do fall; I see that those which are aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all : They get with toil, they keep with fear: Such cares my mind could never bear.
Content I live, this is my stay ;
I seek no more than may suffice;
Look, what I lack my mind supplies.
Some have too much, yet still do crave;
I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have,
And I am rich with little store; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
I laugh not at another's loss,
I grudge not at another's gain;
My state at one doth still remain :
of will ;
Some weigh their pleasure by their lust,
Their wisdom by their rage
A cloaked craft their store of skill :
My wealth is health and perfect ease,
My conscience clear my chief defence; I neither seek by bribes to please,
Nor by deceit to breed offence : Thus do I live; thus will I die; Would all did so as well as I !
Sir E. Dyer. THE GENTLE MAN
It is not growing like a tree,
In bulk, doth make man better be;
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May:
It was the plant and flower of light.
Deeds from love, and words, that flow,
Foster like kind April showers;
Wholesome fruits and pleasant flowers:
The man of life upright,
Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds,
Or thought of vanity; The man whose silent days
In harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrow discontent;
That man needs neither towers
Nor armour for defence, Nor secret vaults to fly
From thunder's violence :
He only can behold
With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep
And terrors of the skies.
Thus, scorning all the cares
That fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book,
His wisdom heavenly things;
His wealth a well-spent age,