Farewell to Folly

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content;
  The quiet mind is richer than a crown;
  Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
  The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown:
  Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss,
  Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
  The homely house that harbours quiet rest;
  The cottage that affords no pride nor care;
  The mean that 'grees with country music best;
 The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare;
 Obscured life sets down a type of bliss:
 A mind content both crown and kingdom is.