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MY MINDE TO ME A KINGDOME IS.
FROM PERCY'S RELIQUES.
My minde to me a kingdome is;
Such perfect joy therein I finde As farre exceeds all earthly blisse,
That God or Nature hath assignde: Though much I want, that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. Content I live, this is my stay ;
I seek no more than may suffice; I presse to beare no haughtie sway ;
Look what I lack my mind supplies. Loe! thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
I see how plentie surfets oft,
And hastie clymbers soonest fall: I see that such as sit aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all: These get with toile, and keep with feare: Such cares my mind could never beare.
No princely pomp, nor welthie store,
No force to winne the victorie, No wylie wit to salve a sore,
No shape to winne a lover's eye; To none of these I yeeld as thrall, For why my mind despiseth all.
Some have too much, yet still they crave,
I little have, yet seek no more:
And I am rich with little store:
I laugh not at another's losse,
I grudge not at another's gaine ;
I brooke that is another's bane :
I joy not in no earthly blisse;
I care not what it is;
I wish but what I have at will;
I wander not to seeke for more,
I like the plain, I clime no hill ;
In greatest storms I sitte on shore,
I feigne not love where most I hate:
I wayte not at the mightie's gate;
The court, ne cart, I like, ne loath;
Extreames are counted worst of all:
Doth surest sit, and fears no fall:
My conscience clere my chiefe defence :
Nor by desert to give offence: Thus do I live, thus will I die; Would all did so as well as I !
Contentment gives a crown,