The muse

I have no ale,

No wine I want;

No ornaments,

My meat is scant.

No maid is near,

I have no wife;

But here's my pipe

And, on my life:

With it to smoke,

And woo the Muse,

To be a king

I would not choose.

But I crave all,

When she does fail --

Wife, ornaments.

Meat, wine and ale.