The three captains

Let my lass be young, my wine be old,

My cottage snug, friends never cold,

My life no tedious tale twice told,

And happy shall I be.

Tempt me not with pageant power,

Nor give to me the Miser's hoard;

But may Contentment cheer my bower,

And Plenty deck my board.

The selfish wretch in pride may roll,

And viands cull from pole to pole;

My purse shall serve each kindred soul,

And set the hapless free.

These, when partial Fate has given,

These with health to taste the store,

Earth itself becomes a heaven,

And nought to wish for more.