Happy, O happy he, who not affecting
The endless toils attending worldly cares,
With mind repos'd, all discontents rejecting,
In silent peace his way to heav'n prepares;
Deeming his life a Scene, the world a Stage,
Whereon man acts his weary Pilgrimage.
More verses by John Wilbye
- Fly, Love, Aloft
- Alas What Hope Of Speeding
- As Fair As Morn
- Sweet Honey-Sucking Bees
- Lady, When I Behold The Roses Sprouting