XI. I Ioy not in no earthly blisse
1
I ioy not in no earthly blisse,
I force not Cressus welth a straw:
For care I know not what it is,
I feare not Fortunes fatall law.
My mind is such as may not moue:
for beautie bright nor force of loue
2
I wish but what I haue at will,
I wander not to seeke for more:
I like the plaine I clime no hill,
in greatest stormes I sitte on shore:
and laugh at them that toyle in vaine,
to get what must be lost againe.
3
I kisse not where I wish to kill,
I faine not loue where most I hate:
I breake no sleepe to winne my will,
I wayte not at the mighties gate:
I scorne no poore, nor feare no ritch,
I feele no want nor haue to much.
4
The Court and cart I like nor loath,
extreames are counted worst of all:
the golden meane betweene them both,
doth surest sit and feare no fall:
this is my choyse, for why I finde,
no wealth is like the quiet minde.
FINIS.
