Friday, February 20, 2009

Pursuit Of Happiness

Here's a poem which was one of my favourites in school. It's called "The Character of a Happy Life" by Henry Wotton. Living today, and being consumed by consumerist lifestyles, I thought this was a poem worth revisiting.

Thanks Sam, for the nostalgia.

How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;

Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepar'd for death
Untied unto the world with care
Of princes' grace or vulgar breath;

Who envies none whom chance doth raise,
Or vice; who never understood
The deepest wounds are given by praise,
By rule of state, but not of good;

Who hath his life from rumours freed;
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruins make accusers great;

Who God doth late and early pray,
More of his grace than goods to send,
And entertains the harmless day
With a well-chosen book or friend.

This man is free from servile bands
Of hope to rise or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.


Anonymous said...

i memorized it but i never understood it :)

btw, not so gentle reminder for picture tag!

Sudhir Pai said...

my apologies! Honest!

raghunathrao said...

Thanks pai for the nostalgia... Do you remember which textbook? ICSE right?

Sudhir Pai said...

ICSE It is...