O Sweet Content

Art thou poor, yet has thou golden slumbers?

O sweet content!

Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexéd?

O punishment!

Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexéd
To add to golden numbers golden numbers?

O sweet content!

Canst thou drink the water of the crispéd spring?

O sweet content!

Swim'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears?

O punishment!

Then he that patiently want's burden bears,
No burden bears, but is a king, a king!

O sweet content!

Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
Honest labour bears a lovely face;
Then hey noney, noney, hey noney, noney!