FAMOUS SINGLE AND FUGITIVE POEMS. My Mind to me a Kingdom is. My mind to me a kingdom is, Such perfect joy therein I find That God or nature hath assigned; Though much I want that most would have, Content I live, this is my stay: I seek no more than may suffice: I press to bear no haughty sway: I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soonest fall; Mishap doth threaten most of all: Some have too much, yet still they crave; They are but poor, though much they have, They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; I laugh not at another's loss, I grudge not at another's gain: I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend; I wish but what I have at will, I like the plain, I climb no hill, In greatest storms I sit on shore, And laugh at them that toil in vain, To get what must be lost again. My wealth is health and perfect ease, Nor by desert to give offense; WILLIAM BYRD. The Lye. GOE, Soule, the bodie's guest, Feare not to touche the best- |