Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares,
Anxious sighs, untimely tears,
      Fly, fly to courts,
      Fly to fond worldlings’ sports,
Where strained sardonic smiles are glozing still,
And grief is forced to laugh against her will,
      Where mirth...

How happy is he born and taught
  That serveth not another’s will;
Whose armor 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 with...