Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

A MAN prepared against all ills to come,

That dares to dead the fire of martyrdom;

That sleeps at home, and sailing there at ease,

Fears not the fierce sedition of the seas;

That’s counterproof against the farm’s mishaps;

Undreadful too of courtly thunder-claps;

That wears one face, like heaven, and never shows

A change, when fortune either comes or goes;

That keeps his own strong guard, in the despite

Of what can hurt by day, or harm by night;

That takes and re-delivers every stroke

Of chance, as made up all of rock and oak;

That sighs at other’s death, smiles at his own

Most dire and horrid crucifixion;

Who for true glory suffers thus, we grant

Him to be here our Christian militant.