Henry Wotten （1568-1639）

                                          That serveth not another's will;

                                          Whose armour is his honest thought,

                                          And silly1 truth his highest skill!

                                          Whose passions not his masters are,

                                          Whose soul is still prepared for death;

                                          United unto the world with care

                                          Of princely love or vulgar breath;

                                           Who hath his life from rumours freed,

                                           Whose conscience is his strong retreat;

                                           Whose state can neither flatters feed,

                                           Nor ruin make accusers great;

                                          Who envieth none whom chance doth raise

                                          Or vice; who never understood

                                          How deepest wounds are given with praise;

                                          Nor rules of state, but rules of good:

                                          Who God doth late and early pray

                                          More of his grace than gifts to lend;4

                                          Who entertains the harmless day

                                          With a well-chosen book or friend;

                                          —This man is free from servile bands

                                          Of hope to raise, or fear to fall;

                                          Lord of himself, though not of lands;