William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Integer VitaeThomas Campion (15671620)
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Whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds,
Or thought of vanity;
In harmless joys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrow discontent;
Nor armour for defence,
Nor secret vaults to fly
From thunder’s violence:
With affrighted eyes
The horrors of the deep
And terrors of the skies.
That fate or fortune brings,
He makes the heaven his book,
His wisdom heavenly things;
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn
And quiet pilgrimage.