Quote#Hope
The man whose silent days
Quote byThomas Campion · 1567–1620
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Book of Ayres (1601), The Man of Life Upright, sts. 2–3.
English (original)
The man whose silent days In harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, Nor sorrow discontent:That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence, Nor secret vaults to fly From thunder's violence.
— Thomas Campion
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