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Richard Alison
(fl.1586 - 1606)
The man upright of life
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Published in An Howres Recreation in Musicke, London, 1606.
Lyrics: Thomas Campion
The man upright of life, whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds, or thoughts of vanity,
The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent;
Whom hopes cannot delude, nor sorrows discontent:
That man needs neither tow'rs nor armour for defence:
Nor secret vaults 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 his heav'n his book, his wisdom heav'nly things.
Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn, and quiet pilgrimage.
The man upright of life, whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds, or thoughts of vanity,
The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent;
Whom hopes cannot delude, nor sorrows discontent:
That man needs neither tow'rs nor armour for defence:
Nor secret vaults 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 his heav'n his book, his wisdom heav'nly things.
Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn, and quiet pilgrimage.