THE MAN OF LIFE UPRIGHT
THOMAS CAMPION
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 armor 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 ......
THOMAS CAMPION
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 armor 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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