My Mind to me a kingdom is...

My Mind to me a kingdome is,
Such present joy therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind;
Though much I want which most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to creave.

No princely pop, no wealthy store,
No force to win the victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to feed a loving eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall:
For why? My mind both serve all.

I see how plenty sufriets oft,
And hasty climbers soon do fall;
I see that those which are aloft,
Mishap doth threaten most of all,
They get with toil, They keep with fear;
Such cares my mind could never bear.

Content to live, this is my star;
I seek no more than may suffice;
I press to bear no haughty sway;
Look, what I lack, my mind supplies:
Lo, thus I triumph like a king
Content with what my mind doth bring!

Some have too much, yet 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;
They poor, I rich; They beg; I give;
They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
- Sir Edward Dyer.
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