Edward Dyer

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.

My mind to me a kingdom is, Such present joys 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 for bids to crave.