Orlando Gibbons (1583-1625) | English | Published: 1612 from "The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets"
I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile, I joy not much in earthly joys, I seek not state, I reak [sic] 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 a thunder's crack; I tremble not a noise of war; I sound not at the news of wrack; I shrink not as a blazing star; I fear not loss, I hope not gain, I envy none, I none distain. I see Ambition never pleased, I see some Tantals starve in store, I see gold’s dropsy seldom eased, I see each 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 for grace, I prize, I praise a mean estate Ne yet too lofty, nor too base, This is all my choice, my cheer — A mind content and conscience clear.
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