Treasure Island

Henry Howard

(1517 – 19 January 1547 / Norfolk)

THE MEANS TO ATTAIN A HAPPY LIFE.


MARTIAL, the things that do attain
The happy life, be these, I find :
The riches left, not got with pain ;
The fruitful ground, the quiet mind :

The equal friend, no grudge, no strife ;
No charge of rule, nor governance ;
Without disease, the healthful life ;
The household of continuance :

The mean diet, no delicate fare ;
True wisdom join'd with simpleness ;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress :

The faithful wife, without debate ;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night.
Contented with thine own estate ;
Ne wish for Death, ne fear his might.

Submitted: Friday, April 27, 2012

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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (4/27/2012 5:03:00 AM)

    How had you managed to write in the 21at century English, while you were alive in between of 15th century? i am confused! ! (Report) Reply

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