How happy is he born and taught	 
That serveth not another's will;	 
Whose armour is his honest thought	 
And simple truth his utmost skill;	 
  
Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death,	 
Not tied unto the world with care	 
Of public fame, or private breath;	 
  
Who envies none that chance doth raise,	 
Or vice; who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise,	 
Nor rules of state, but rules of good;	 
  
Who hath his life from rumours freed,	 
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;	 
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make accusers great;	 
  
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;
  
-- 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.