The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free br From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity: br The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent, br Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent; br That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense, br Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder's violence: br He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes br The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies; br Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings, br He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things; br Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age, br The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage.