MISCELLANEOUS SONGS. MY SONG I Y mind to me a kingdom is; As far exceeds all earthly blifs, That God or Nature hath affign'd: Though much I want that moft would have, Yet ftill my mind forbids to crave. Content I live, this is my ftay; I feek no more than may fuffice: I prefs to bear no haughty sway; VOL. II. G I fee I see how plenty furfeits oft, And hafty climbers fooneft fall: I fee that fuch as fit aloft Mishap doth threaten moft of all: These get with toil, and keep with fear: Such cares my mind could never bear. No princely pomp, nor wealthy ftore, No wily wit to falve a fore, No shape to win a lovers eye; To none of these I yield as thrall, For why my mind despiseth all. Some have too much, yet ftill they crave, They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; I laugh not at anothers lofs, I grudge not at anothers gain; My wealth is health, and perfect eafe; Nor by defert to give offence: I joy not in no earthly bliss; I weigh not Crefus' wealth a ftraw; For care, I care not what it is; I fear not Fortunes fatal law: My mind is fuch as may not move I wish but what I have at will; I wander not to seek for more; I kifs not where I wish to kill; The に The court, ne cart, I like ne loath; Extremes are counted worst of all; The golden mean betwixt them both, Doth fureft fit, and fears no fall; This is my choice, for why I find No wealth is like a quiet mind. No charms of youth, or beauty move In fuch a heart foft peace will live, The greatest bleffing Heaven does give, O. SONG SONG III. BY MR. W. BEDINGFIELD. O hug yourself in perfect ease, What would you wish for more than these? A healthy, clean, paternal feat, Well fhaded from the fummers heat. A little parlour flove to hold A conftant fire from winters cold, Safe from the harpies of the law, An open, but yet cautious mind, Plain equipage, and temp'rate meals, |