Agaynste A Mynde Not Contented Poem by Nicholas Bacon

Agaynste A Mynde Not Contented



Nothinge in earthe soe good I fynde
As in a mann a contented mynde.
Fewe thinges with this doe sarue alone,
And without this all sarues as none.
This breedes and makes in euerye state
Longe life to haue mirthe for his mate:
And wante of this makes carke and care
Shrewed lyfe and shorte thorowe his ioyes rare.

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