Wednesday, 9 November 2016

poetry

THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE:
SIR HENRY WOTTON:
How happy is he born or taught
That serveth not another's will
Whose armor is his honest thought
And simple truth his utmost skill!

Whose passions not his masters are.
Whose soul is still prepared for death
united unto the world by care
Of public fame, or private breath.

Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Nor vice: who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise,
Nor rules of state, but rules good:

Who hath his life from rumors freed:
Whose conscience is his strong retreat:
Whose state can neither flatterers feed"
Nor ruin make oppressors great.

Who God doth late and early pray,
More of his grace than gifts to lend.
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend!

This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall,
Lord of himself, though not of lands!
And having nothing, yet hath all........

No comments:

Post a Comment

DastN e mohabbat

Kitne jhoote that hum mohabbat main tum bhi zinda hoo hum bhi zinda hai....