The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity:
The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent;
That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense,
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 care that fate or fortune brings,
He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things;
Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage.
Just so. Reeks of doggerel. He would have done well at Hallmark.
Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage. /// great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this guy didn't write Shakespeare. this proves it