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     How happy is he born and taught

     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,

     Not tied unto the world by care

     Of public fame, or private breath;

     Who envies none that chance doth raise

     Or vice; Who never understood

     How deepest wounds are given by praise;

     Nor rules of state, but rules of good:

     Who hath his life from rumours freed,

     Whose conscience is his strong retreat;

     Whose state can neither flatterers feed,

     Nor ruin make accusers great;

     Who God doth late and early pray

     More of His grace than gifts to lend;

     And entertains the harmless day

     With a well-chosen book or friend;

     —This man is freed from servile bands

     Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;

     Lord of himself, though not of lands,

     And having nothing, yet hath all.