I rise when I please, when I please I lie down, <br />Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, renown; <br />The rattle called wealth I have learnt to despise, <br />Nor aim to be either important or wise. <br /> <br />Let women & children & children-like men <br />Pursue the false trollop the world has called fame. <br />Who just as enjoyed, is instantly flown <br />And leaves disappointment, the hag, in her room. <br /> <br />If the world is content not to stand in my way <br />The world may jog on both by night and by day <br />Unimpeded by me - not a straw will I put <br />Where a dear fellow-creature uplifteth its foot. <br /> <br />While my conscience upbraids not, I'll rise and lye down, <br />Nor envy a monarch His cares and His crown.<br /><br />Henry Livingston Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/careless-philosopher-s-soliloquy/
