1568-1639.
The Character of a Happy Life.
How happy is he born and taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light!