I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile

I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile,

I joy not much in earthly joys,

I seek not state, I reak sic not style,

I am not fond of Fancy's toys.

I rest so pleased with what I have

I wish no more, no more I crave.

I tremble not at noise of war,

I quake not at the thunder's crack,

I shrink not at a blazing star,

I sound not at the news of wreck,

I fear no loss, I hope no gain,

I envy none, I none disdain.

I see Ambition never pleased,

I see some Tantals starve in store,

I see gold's dropsy seldom eased,

I see each Midas gape for more:

I neither want nor yet abound,

Enough's a feast, content is crowned.

I feign not friendship where I hate,

I fawn not on the great for grace,

I prize, I praise a mean estate

Ne yet too lofty, nor too base,

This is all my choice, my cheer —

A mind content and conscience clear.