Contentment

I Weigh not fortune’s frown or smile;   I joy not much in earthly joys; I seek not state, I reck not style;   I am not fond of fancy’s toys: I rest so pleased with what I have, I wish no more, no more I crave. I quake not at the thunder’s crack;   I tremble not at news of war; I swound not at the news of wrack;   I shrink not at a blazing star; I fear not loss, I hope not gain, I envy none, I none disdain. I see ambition never pleased;   I see some Tantals starved in store; I see gold’s dropsy seldom eased;   I see even Midas gape for more; I neither want nor yet abound,— Enough ’s a feast, content is crowned. I feign not friendship where I hate;   I fawn not on the great (in show); I prize, I praise a mean estate,—   Neither too lofty nor too low: This, this is all my choice, my cheer,— A mind content, a conscience clear.