The Man of Life Upright

by Thomas Campion (1601)

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 vaunts 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 heav'n his booke,
  His wisedom heav'nly things,

Good thoughts his only friends,
  His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober Inn
  And quiet Pilgrimage.

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