Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? <br /> O sweet content! <br /> Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? <br /> O punishment! <br /> Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed <br /> To add to golden numbers, golden numbers? <br /> O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! <br /> Work apace, apace, apace, apace; <br /> Honest labour bears a lovely face; <br /> Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny! <br /> <br /> Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring? <br /> O sweet content! <br /> Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? <br /> O punishment! <br /> Then he that patiently want's burden bears <br /> No burden bears, but is a king, a king: <br /> O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! <br /> Work apace, apace, apace, apace; <br /> Honest labour bears a lovely face; <br /> Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny! <br /> <br /> Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, <br /> Smiles awake you when you rise. <br /> Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, <br /> And I will sing a lullaby: <br /> Rock them, rock them, lullaby. <br /> Care is heavy, therefore sleep you; <br /> You are care, and care must keep you. <br /> Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, <br /> And I will sing a lullaby: <br /> Rock them, rock them, lullaby.<br /><br />Thomas Dekker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-thou-poor/
