Sweet Content

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
  O sweet content!
  Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
  O punishment!
  Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed
  To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
  O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!
  Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
  Honest labour bears a lovely face;
  Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

  Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring?
  O sweet content!
  Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears?
  O punishment!
  Then he that patiently want's burden bears
  No burden bears, but is a king, a king:
  O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!
  Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
  Honest labour bears a lovely face;
  Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

  Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
  Smiles awake you when you rise.
  Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
  And I will sing a lullaby:
  Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
  Care is heavy, therefore sleep you;
  You are care, and care must keep you.
  Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
  And I will sing a lullaby:
  Rock them, rock them, lullaby.