55. A Quiet Mind.
1
In midst of plenty only to embrace
Calm patience, is not worthy of your praise;
But he that can look sorrow in the face
And not be daunted, he deserves the Bayes.
This is prosperity, when ere we find
A heavenly solace in an earthly mind.
2
Let Crœsus then with drossie coin depress
His heavy heart, while mine to heaven flies;
He lies tormented in a deep distress,
Whiles I am regent in the throne of joyes.
Oh here is happiness, when men can find
An empty pocket, and a thankful mind.
3
Estates are setters, if they are not blended
With charity, and not too much of care:
Hence is the soul not better'd, but offended;
Riches with reason is a jewel rare.
Yet poor or rich be quiet, and you'l find
No blessing level to a quiet mind.