Sweet Content

Art thou poor, yet has thou golden slumbers?O sweet content!Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexéd?O punishment!Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexédTo add to golden numbers golden numbers?O sweet content!

Canst thou drink the water of the crispéd spring?O sweet content!Swim'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears?O punishment!Then he that patiently want's burden bears,No burden bears, but is a king, a king!O sweet content!

Work apace, apace, apace, apace;Honest labour bears a lovely face;Then hey noney, noney, hey noney, noney!