How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Untouched by any worldly scar,
Of public fame, or envy's breath;
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Untouched by any worldly scar,
Of public fame, or envy's breath;