Note: A Booke of Ayres (1601) version.
The man of life vpright, Whose guiltlesse hart is free From all dishonest deedes, Or thought of vanitie, The man whose silent dayes, In harmeles ioys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, Nor sorrow discontent ; That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence, Nor secret vautes to flie From thunders violence. Hee onely can behold With vnafrighted eyes The horrours of the deepe And terrours of the Skies. Thus, scorning all the cares That fate, or fortune brings, He makes the heau'n his booke, His wisedome heeu'nly things, Good thoughts his onely friendes, His wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober Inne And quiet Pilgrimage.
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Text source: Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, ed. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 15-16. |
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