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My mind to me a kingdom is My mind to me a kingdom is; such perfect joy therein I find That it excels all other bliss that world affords or grows by kind. Though much I want which most would have, yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely pomp, nor wealthy store, no force to win the victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, no shape to feed each gazing eye; To none of these I yield as thrall, for why?
I see how plenty surfeits oft, how hasty climbers soon do fall; I see that those that are aloft, mishap doth threaten most of all. These get with toil, they keep with fear; such cares my mind can never bear.
Content I live this is my stay I seek no more than may suffice, I press to bear no haughty sway, for what I lack my mind supplies. Lo thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring. Some have too much and still do crave, I little have and seek no more; They are but poor though much they have and I am rich with little store.
I fear no foe, I fawn no friend, I loathe not life and dread no end.
Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, their wisdom by their rage of will, their treasure is their only trust and cloaked craft their store of skill. But all the pleasure that I find is to maintain a quiet mind. My wealth is health and perfect ease, my conscience clear my chief defence; I neither seek by bribes to please, nor by deserts to breed offence.
Thus do I live, thus will I die, Would all did so as well as I! Dier]; Harvard Library f MS. My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find.
The richesse left, not got with pain: The fruitful ground, the quiet mind: The equal friend; no grudge, no strife: No charge of rule, nor governance: Without disease, the healthful life: The household of continuance: The mean diet, no delicate fare: True wisdom join'd with simpleness: The faithful wife, without debate: Such sleeps as may beguile the night: Contented with thine own estate, Ne wish for death, ne fear his might.
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Learn vocabulary, terms, and more with flashcards, games, and other study tools. a figure of speech in which an implicit comparison is made between two things essentially unlike. It may take one of four forms: "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" By .
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much ashamed of my exchange: and turn two mincing steps Into a manly stride, and speak of frays Like a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies, 'Twere good you do so much for charity.
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