Martial, the things that do attain
  The happy life be these, I find,—
The riches left, not got with pain;
  The fruitful ground, the quiet mind,

The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
  No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the...

How happy is he born and taught
  That serveth not another’s will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
  And simple truth his utmost skill!

Whose passions not his masters are;
  Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Not tied unto the world with...

From “Patient Grissell,” Act I. Sc. 1.
ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
        O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
        O punishment!
Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed
To add to golden numbers, golden...