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Pleasant and Divertive. 89
No Princely Pomp, no Wealthy store,
No force to win the Victory •
No cunning Wit to salve a Sore,
No shape to feed a loving Eye :
To none of these am I in Thrall,
For why, my Mind to me is all.
Content I live with this my stay,
I wish no more than may suffice ;
I press to bear no mighty Sway,
Look what I want, my Mind supplies :
Thus do I Triumph like a King,
Content with that my Mind doth bring.
Some have too much, and yet do want,
I little have, but wish no more ;
They are but Poor, for much they want,
And I am Rich, with little store :
They Poor, I Rich, they Beg, I give,
They lack, I leave, they Pine, I live.
Some weigh their Pleasure by their Lust,
Their Wisdom by the rage of Will j
Their Treasure is their only Trust,
And crooked Craft their School of Skill :
But all the Pleasure I can find,
Is the Content of a quiet Mind.
My Health is Wealth and perfect Ease,
A Conscience clean, my chief defence ;
I do not seek by Bribes to please,
Nor by Deceit to give Offence :
Thus do I live, thus will I die,
Wou'd all did as well as I,
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