"The Man of Life Upright" from A BOOK OF AIRS: XVIII
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 defense, Nor secret faults 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 Song" from MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more! Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe, Of dumps so dull and heavy! The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leavy. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
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