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| HOW happy is he born and taught | |
| That serveth not another’s will; | |
| Whose armor is his honest thought, | |
| And simple truth his utmost skill! | |
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| Whose passions not his masters are; | 5 |
| Whose soul is still prepared for death, | |
| Not tied unto the world with care | |
| Of public fame or private breath; | |
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| Who envies none that chance doth raise, | |
| Or vice; who never understood | 10 |
| How deepest wounds are given by praise, | |
| Nor rules of state, but rules of good; | |
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| Who hath his life from rumors freed; | |
| Whose conscience is his strong retreat; | |
| Whose state can neither flatterers feed, | 15 |
| Nor ruin make accusers great; | |
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| Who God doth late and early pray | |
| More of his grace than gifts to lend, | |
| And entertains the harmless day | |
| With a well-chosen book or friend,— | 20 |
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| This man is freed from servile bands | |
| Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; | |
| Lord of himself, though not of lands; | |
| And, having nothing, yet hath all. | |
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