A Plain Life

 No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend, 
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.


No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show, 
Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go.


No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues 
Will read aloud to me their happier songs.


No painted scenes -- since clouds can change their skies 
A hundred times a day to please my eyes.


No headstrong wine -- since, when I drink, the spring 
Into my eager ears will softly sing.


No surplus clothes -- since every simple beast 
Can teach me to be happy with the least.

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