SWEET are the thoughts that savor of content; <br />The quiet mind is richer than a crown; <br />Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; <br />The poor estate scorns Fortune's angry frown. <br />Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, <br />Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. <br /> <br />The homely house that harbors quiet rest; <br />The cottage that affords no pride nor care; <br />The mean that 'grees with country music best; <br />The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare; <br />Obscurèd life sets down a type of bliss: <br />A mind content both crown and kingdom is.<br /><br />Robert Greene<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maesia-s-song/
