THOMAS CAMPION

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HTHE 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 ;

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

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