De Vita beata — Paraphras'd from the Latin

Come y'are deceiv'd, and what you do
Esteem a happy Life's not so;
He is not happy that excels
Th' Lapidary's Bagatells;
Nor he, that when he sleeps, doth lye
Under a stately Canopy;
Nor he, that still supinely hides,
In easie Down his lazy Sides;
Nor he, that Purple wears and sups!
Luxurious Draughts in Golden Cups;
Nor he, that loads with Princely fare,
His bowing Tables whil'st they'll bear;
Nor he, that has each spacious Vault
With Deluges of Plenty fraught;
Cul'd from the fruitful Libyan Fields,
When Autumn his best Harvest yields:
But he whom no mischance affrights;
No Popular applause delights,
That can unmov'd, and undismay'd
Confront a Ruffins threatning Blade.
Who can do this; that Man alone
Has Power, Fortune to Disthrone.