If heaven's winged herald Hermes had His heart enchanted with a country maid,- I am not then ashamed to be included 'Mongst those that love and be with love deluded. JOHN DAVIES. (OF HEREFORD.) 1560-5-1618. THE PICTURE OF AN HAPPY MAN. How bless'd is he, though ever cross'd, That finds himself ere he be lost, And lose that found, for virtue's sake. Yea, bless'd is he in life and death, That fears not death, nor loves this life; That striveth but with frail-Desire, That rules his soul by Reason's squire, That nought observes but what preserves That hath a name as free from blot And hate but what doth give offence. Whose soul is like a sea too still, That rests, though moved: yea, moved (at least) With love and hate of good and ill, To waft the mind the more to rest. That singly doth and doubles not, But yet not knowing ought amiss. That never sin concealed keeps, But shows the same to God, or moe; That by himself doth others mete, But as himself the worst esteems. That loves his body for his soul, Soul for his mind, his mind for God, God for Himself; and doth controul CONTENT, if it with Him be odd. That to his soul his sense subdues, His soul to reason, and reason to faith; That rests in action, acting nought That, all unseen, sees all (like Him), And makes good use of what he sees ; That notes the tracks and tricks of Time, And flees with the one, the other flees. That lives too low for envy's looks, And yet too high for loath'd contempt; That makes his friends good men and books, And nought without them doth attempt. That lives as dying, living yet In death, for life he hath in hope; As far from state as sin and debt, Of happy life the means and scope. That fears no frowns, nor cares for fawns That neither checks with kings nor pawns, That ever lives a light to all, Though oft obscurèd, like the sun; And though his fortunes be but small, Yet Fortune doth not seek, nor shun; That never looks but grace to find, Nor seeks for knowledge to be known; That makes a kingdom of his mind, Wherein, with God, he reigns alone. This man is great with little state, Or is sufficed with little, since (at least) THE SHOOTING STAR. So shoots a Star as doth my Mistress glide At midnight through my chamber, which she makes Bright as the sky when moon and stars are spied, Wherewith my sleeping eyes amazèd wake : Which ope no sooner than herself she shuts Which me in mind of my slack service puts ; IN PRAISE OF MUSIC. The motion which the nine-fold sacred quire The life of life, and soul of joy and love, LOVE'S BLAZONRY. When I essay to blaze my lovely Love Of their best parts, but her worst parts to paint : But if the beauty of her mind I touch, Since that before touch'd touch but parts externe, JOSHUA SYLVESTER. 1563-1618. A MIND CONTENT. I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile, I quake not at the thunder's crack, I see Ambition never pleased, I see some Tantals starve in store, I see even Midas gape for more : I feign not friendship where I hate, |