Sir Henry Wotton. 1568-1639

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

The Character of a Happy Life.

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.

The Character of a Happy Life.

Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.[174:4]

The Character of a Happy Life.

You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light;
You common people of the skies,—
What are you when the moon[174:5] shall rise?

On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.[174:6]

He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, liked it not, and died.

Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife.

I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff.

Preface to the Elements of Architecture.

Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.

The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex.

An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth.[175:1]

Reliquiæ Wottonianæ.

The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.[175:2]

A Panegyric to King Charles.