1
The man of life vpright,
Whose guiltlesse hart is free
From all dishonest deedes,
or thought of vanitie.
2
The man whose silent dayes,
In harmelesse ioyes are spent
Whom hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrow discontent.
3
That man needes neyther towers,
Nor armour for defence:
Nor secret vautes to flie
From thunders violence.
4
Hee onely can behold
With vnafrighted eyes
The horrours of the deepe,
And terrours of the Skies.
5
Thus scorning all the cares,
That fate, or fortune brings,
He makes the heau'n his booke,
His wisedome heeu'nly things.
6
Good thoughts his onely friendes,
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober Inne,
And quiet Pilgrimage.
Words and music by Thomas Campion
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