Happy's the Land where patient Nobles sway,
Ever delighting in it every day,
None are more wise then such as wisely can
Rule the distempers, and the stormes in man,
Yeelding a quiet comfortable rest:

Storms raging, whereby reason was opprest
Of severall passions being kept in awe,
Mutinize not, but yeeld to reasons law;
Entire in such soule doth reason sway,
Rightly to reason actions do obey;
Such soul are you, the Muses me relate,
Entire within who keep a glorious state,
Thus He's ne're Stormie , oh great Potentate.