I fear no care for gold,
Well-doing is my wealth;
My mind to me an empire is,
While grace affordeth health.

I clip high-climbing thoughts,
The wings of swelling pride;
Their fall is worst that from the height
Of greatest honor slide.

Since sails of largest size

The storm doth soonest tear, I bear so low and small a sail As freeth me from fear.

I wrestle not with rage

While fury's flame doth burn;

It is in vain to stop the stream Until the tide doth turn.

But when the flame is out,
And ebbing wrath doth end,
I turn a late enragèd foe
Into a quiet friend.

And, taught with often proof,
A tempered calm I find
To be most solace to itself,
Best cure for angry mind.

Spare diet is my fare,

My clothes more fit than fine; I know I feed and clothe a foe, That pampered would repine.

I envy not their hap

Whom favor doth advance;
I take no pleasure in their pain
That have less happy chance.

To rise by others' fall

I deem a losing gain;
All states with others' ruin built
To ruin run amain.

No change of Fortune's calm

Can cast my comforts down:
When Fortune smiles, I smile to think
How quickly she will frown.

And when, in froward mood,
She proved an angry foe,

Small gain, I found, to let her come-
Less loss to let her go.

sing,

their echo ring.

ye see

throne,

And giveth laws alone,

The which the base affections do obey, And yield their services unto her will:

Ne thought of things uncomely ever

may

Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill.

Had ye once seen these her celestial treasures,

And unrevealed pleasures, Then would ye wonder and her praises sing,

That all the woods would answer, and your echo ring.

And

yplaced,

threadbare coat and cobbled shoes he ware;

Ne scarce good morsel all his life did taste;

But both from back and belly still

did spare,

To fill his bags, and riches to compare;

Yet child nor kinsman living had he

none

To leave them to; but thorough daily

care

To get, and nightly fear to lose, his

own,

He led a wretched life unto himself unknown.

cared to hoard for those whom

he did breed:

affection.

[From The Faerie Queene.]

A HOSPITAL.

EFTSOONES unto an holy hospital, That was foreby the way, she did him bring;

In which seven Bead-men, that had vowed all Their life to service of high heaven's king,

Did spend their days in doing godly things:

Their gates to all were open evermore,

That by the weary way were travelling;

And one sat waiting ever them before,

store,

To call in comers by, that needy were and poor.

His

own coat he would cut, and it distribute glad.