My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find That it excels all other bliss Which God or nature hath assign'd. Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
No princely port, nor wealthy store, No force to win a victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to win a loving eye; To none of these I yield as thrall,-- For why? my mind despise them all.
I see that plenty surfeit oft, And hasty climbers soonest fall; I see that such as are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all. These get with toil and keep with fear; Such cares my mind can never bear.
I press to bear no haughty sway, I wish no more than may suffice, I do no more than well I may, Look, what I want my mind supplies. Lo ! thus I triumph like a king, My mind content with anything.
I laugh not at another's loss, Nor grudge not at another's gain; No worldly waves my mind can toss; I brook that is another's bane. I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend, I loathe not life, nor dread mine end.
My wealth is health and perfect ease, And conscience clear my chief defence; I never seek by bribes to please, Nor by desert to give offence. Thus do I live, thus will I die,-- Would all did so as well as I!
The lowest trees have tops
- by Sir Edward Dyer26
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat, And slender hairs cast shadows though but small, And bees have stings although they be not great. Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs, And love is love in beggars and in kings.
Where waters smoothest run, deep are the fords, The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move: The firmest faith is in the fewest words, The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love, True hearts have eyes and ears no tongues to speak: They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break.
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