 | The plays & poems of Robert Greene |  |
LXXII
MAESIA'S SONG.
Sweet are the thoughts that sauour of content,
the quiet mind is richer than a crowne,
Sweet are the nights in carelesse slumber spent,
the poore estate scornes fortunes angrie frowne.
Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such blis
beggers inioy, when Princes oft do mis.
the quiet mind is richer than a crowne,
Sweet are the nights in carelesse slumber spent,
the poore estate scornes fortunes angrie frowne.
Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such blis
beggers inioy, when Princes oft do mis.
The homely house that harbors quiet rest,
the cottage that affoords no pride nor care,
The meane that grees with Countrie musick best,
the sweet consort of mirth and musicks fare,
Obscured life sets downe a type of blis,
a minde content both crowne and kingdome is.
the cottage that affoords no pride nor care,
The meane that grees with Countrie musick best,
the sweet consort of mirth and musicks fare,
Obscured life sets downe a type of blis,
a minde content both crowne and kingdome is.
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