Sir Henry Wotton

(1568 - 1639 / England)

Best Poem of Sir Henry Wotton

The Character Of A Happy Life

How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;

Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepar'd for death
Untied unto the world with care
Of princes' grace or vulgar breath;

Who envies none whom chance doth raise,
Or vice; who never understood
The deepest wounds are given by praise,
By rule of state, but not of good;

Who hath his life from rumours freed;
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers ...

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Psalm Civ

My soul, exalt the Lord with hymns of praise :
O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might
Whose throne of state is cloath'd with glorious rays,
And round about hast robed thyself with light;
Who like a curtain hast the heavens displayed,
And in the watry roofs thy chambers laid ;

Whose chariots are the thickned clouds above,
Who walkst upon the winged winds below;

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