By Sir Philip Sidney


beatus vir.

I. HE blessed is who neither loosely treads
    The straying stepps as wicked counsaile leades;
        Ne for badd mates in waie of sinning wayteth,
        Nor yet himself with idle scorners seateth;
    But on God's lawe his harte's delight doth binde,
    Which, night and daie, he calls to marking minde.

2. He shall be lyke a freshly planted tree,
    To which sweet springs of waters neighbours be;
        Whose braunches faile not timelie fruite to nourish,
        Nor with'red leafe shall make it faile to flourish:
    So all the things whereto that man doth bend
    Shall prosper still with well-succeeding end.

3. Such blessings shall not wycked wretches see,
    But lyke vyle chaffe with wind shal scattred be;
        For neither shall the men in sin delighted
        Consist, when they to highest doome are cited,
    Ne yet shall suff'red be a place to take             [stand
    Where godly men do their assembly make.

4. For God doth know, and knowing doth approue,
    The trade of them that iust proceedings loue ;
        But they that sinne in sinnfull breast do cherish,
        The way they go shalbe their waie to perish.

Text source:
      Sidney, Philip. The Complete Poems of Sir Philip Sidney. vol. III.
      Alexander B. Grosart, Ed. London: Chatto & Windus, 1877. 81-2.

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