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Thomas Campion (Томас Кэмпион)


Integer Vitae


THE man of life upright,
   Whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds,
   Or thought of vanity;

The man whose silent days
   In harmless joys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude,
   Nor sorrow discontent;

That man needs neither towers
   Nor armour for defence,
Nor secret vaults to fly
   From thunder's violence:

He only can behold
   With unaffrighted eyes
The horrors of the deep
   And terrors of the skies.

Thus, scorning all the cares
   That fate or fortune brings,
He makes the heaven his book,
   His wisdom heavenly things;

Good thoughts his only friends,
   His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn
   And quiet pilgrimage. 



Thomas Campion's other poems:
  1. Follow Your Saint
  2. Fain Would I Wed
  3. View Me, Lord, A Work Of Thine
  4. When To Her Lute Corinna Sings
  5. Cherry-Ripe


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