The man of life vpright

The man of life vpright,

Whose chearfull minde is free

From waight of impious deedes,

And yoake of vanitee;

The man whose silent dayes

In harmelesse ioyes are spent,

Whom hopes cannot delude

Nor sorrowes discontent;

That man needes neyther towres,

Nor armour for defence:

Nor vaults his guilt to shrowd

From thunders violence;

Hee onely can behold

With vnaffrighted eyes

The horrors of the deepe

And terrors of the Skies.

Thus, scorning all the cares

That fate or fortune brings,

His Booke the Heau'ns hee makes,

His wisedome heau'nly things;

Good thoughts his surest friends,

His wealth a well-spent age,

The earth his sober Inne

And quiet pilgrimage.