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Sir Henry Wotton

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How happy is he born and taught   
That serveth not another's will;   
Whose armour is his honest thought,   
And simple truth his utmost skill!   
  
Whose passions not his masters are; 
Whose soul is still prepared for death,   
Untied unto the world by care   
Of public fame or private breath;   
  
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