A wretched soul bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.
A peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.
Truth hath a quiet breast.
Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style
I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience