William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Happy HeAnonymous
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Who, to sweet home retired,
Shuns glory so admired;
And to himself lives free!
Whilst he who strives, with pride, to climb the skies,
Falls down, with foul disgrace, before he rise!
The Active Life commend;
And all his travails bend
Earth with his fame to fill!
Such fame, so forced, at last dies with his death;
Which life maintained by others’ idle breath!
To dearest home confined,
Shall there make good my mind;
Not awed with Fortune’s spites!
High trees, heaven blasts! Winds shake and honours fell;
When lowly plants, long time in safety dwell.
My worldly strife shall be,
They, one day, say of me,
‘He died a good old man!’
On his sad soul a heavy burden lies,
Who, known to all, unknown to himself, dies!