Quite through the streets, with silver sound, The flood of Life doth flow; Upon whose banks on every side 55 The wood of Life doth grow. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the angels sit, And evermore do sing. 60 Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! _Anon._ PART THE SECOND. LXII _THE HAPPY LIFE._ How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another’s will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters are, 5 Whose soul is still prepared for death; Not tied unto the world with care Of public fame, or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Or vice; who never understood 10 How deepest wounds are given by praise; Nor rules of state, but rules of good: Who hath his life from rumours freed, Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, 15 Nor ruin make accusers 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; 20 --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. _Sir Henry Wotton._ LXIII _WINIFREDA._ Away, let nought to love displeasing, My Winifreda, move your care, Let nought delay the heavenly blessing, Nor squeamish pride nor gloomy fear. What though no grants of royal donors 5 With pompous titles grace our blood? We’ll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble we’ll be good. Our name, while virtue thus we tender, Will sweetly sound where’er ’tis spoke; 10 And all the great ones, they shall wonder How they respect such little folk. What though from fortune’s lavish bounty No mighty treasures we possess, We’ll find within our pittance plenty, 15 And be content without excess. Still shall each returning season Sufficient for our wishes give; For we will live a life of reason, And that’s the only life to live. 20 Through youth and age in love excelling, We’ll hand in hand together tread; Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling, And babes, sweet smiling babes, our bed.