Though our wise ones call thee madness, If I love not thy mad'st fits . More than all their greatest wits. And though some, too, seeming holy Thou dost teach me to contemn What makes knaves and fools of them. To Nature George Wither. T may indeed be phantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and earnest piety. So let it be; and if the wide world rings Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity. So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields, Thee, only God: and Thou shalt not despise Coleridge. N The Inspiration of Quiet OT love, not war, nor the tumultuous swell There also is the Muse not loth to range, Wordsworth. "The Man of Life Upright" T HE man of life upright, Whose guiltlesse Hearte is free Or thought of Vanitie; The man whose silent dayes, That man needes neyther towres Nor secret vaults to flie From thunder's Violence; He onely can behold With unafrighted eyes And terrours of the Skies. Thus, scorning all the cares Good Thoughts his onely friendes, And quiet Pilgrimage. Thomas Campion. Free from the World ET him that will, ascend the tottering seat Out of the road of business, or the fear Death is a mere surprise, a very snare Sir Matthew Hale. Cælum non Animum OE find some whispering shade neare Arne or And gently 'mong their violets throw Your weary'd limbs, and see if all those faire Enchantments can charme griefe or care. Our sorrowes still pursue us, and when you The ruin'd capitoll shall view And statues, a disordered heape; you can And banish your owne thoughts. Goe travaile where And land not toucht by any covetous fleet, And yet even there youre selfe you 'le meete. Enjoy at home what's reall: here the Spring As sweetly to you as if you were laid Under the learned Thessalian shade. Direct your eye-sight inward, and you 'le find A thousand regions in your mind Yet undiscover'd. Travell them, and be This you may doe safe both from rocke and shelf: W. Habington. Content WEET are the thoughts that savour of content; The quiet mind is richer than a crowne; Sweet are the nights in carelesse slumber spent ; The poore estate scornes fortune's angrie frowne. Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when Princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbors quiet rest, The cottage that affords no pride nor care, The meane that 'grees with Countrie musick best, A minde content both crowne and kingdom is. Robert Greene. Happy as a Shepherd H what is love? It is a pretty thing, And sweeter too; For kings have cares that waite upon a And cares can make the sweetest love to frowne: If countrie loves such sweet desires do gaine, His flockes are foulded, he comes home at night, And merrier too; |