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The Silliest Poem in the ICSE Book February 17, 2009

Filed under: Link Out — The Goddess @ 12:19 pm

HOW happy is he born or taught
That serveth not another’s will,
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;

Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared 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.

– Sir Henry Wotton


5 Responses to “The Silliest Poem in the ICSE Book”

  1. Haha! I know this one!

  2. Deepthi Says:

    I know this one too- Glighs of fantasy right? the book i mean.. cant remember the exact name of the book…

  3. The Goddess Says:

    Flights of fantasy. Yes. It had that hideous pink cover with flying birds on it!

  4. CJ Says:

    I read this book of poems as a part of my 10th grade ICSE in the mid 80s. I don’t recall this poem, but the book had other great poems of Longfellow, Shelley, Eliot & last but not the least, Tagore (Where the mind is without fear).

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