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 CampionClose