Then as a bee, which among weeds doth | There is she crowned with garlands of fall, Which seem sweet flowers with lustre fresh and gay, She lights on that and this, and tasteth all; But pleased with none, doth rise and LADY ELIZABETH CAREW. Untied unto the worldly care Of public fame, or private breath; 13 Who envies none that chance doth raise, Who hath his life from rumors freed, Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious 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. LADY ELIZABETH CAREW. [About 1613.] REVENGE OF INJURIES. THE fairest action of our human life His adversary's heart to him doth tie; If we a worthy enemy do find, To yield to worth it must be nobly done; But if of baser metal be his mind, In base revenge there is no honor won. Who would a worthy courage overthrow? And who would wrestle with a worthless foe? We say our hearts are great, and cannot yield; Because they cannot yield, it proves them poor: Great hearts are tasked beyond their power but seld; The weakest lion will the loudest roar. Truth's school for certain doth this same allow; High-heartedness doth sometimes teach to bow. HE that of such a height hath built his mind, And reared the dwelling of his thoughts so strong, As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame Of his resolvéd powers; nor all the wind Which, madam, are so soundly fashionéd By that clear judgment, that hath carried you Beyond the feeble limits of your kind, The boundless wastes and wilds of man As they can stand against the strongest survey? And with how free an eye doth he look down Upon these lower regions of turmoil? Where all the storms of passions mainly beat On flesh and blood: where honor, power, renown, Are only gay afflictions, golden toil; Where greatness stands upon as feeble feet, As frailty doth; and only great doth seem To little minds, who do it so esteem. head WILLIAM BYRD. Of a clear conscience, that (without all I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soonest fall; I see that such as sit aloft 15 Mishap doth threaten most of all. These get with toil, and keep with fear; Such cares my mind could never bear. No princely pomp nor wealthy store, No shape to win a lover's eye, Some have too much, yet still they crave; And I am rich with little store. I laugh not at another's loss, I grudge not at another's gain; No worldly wave my mind can toss; I brook that is another's bane. I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend; I loathe not life, nor dread mine end. I joy not in no earthly bliss; I fear not fortune's fatal law; I wish but what I have at will; In greatest storms I sit on shore, And laugh at them that toil in vain To get what must be lost again. I kiss not where I wish to kill; I feign not love where most I hate; I break no sleep to win my will; I wait not at the mighty's gate. The court nor cart I like nor loathe; Extremes are counted worst of all; The golden mean betwixt them both Doth surest sit, and fears no fall; This is my choice; for why, I find No wealth is like a quiet mind. |