Robert Greene (Роберт Грин)

Maesia's Song

SWEET are the thoughts that savor 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 harbors 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; 
Obscurиd life sets down a type of bliss:
A mind content both crown and kingdom is.

1. Farewell to Folly
2. Sephestia's Lullaby
3. The Description of Sir Geoffrey Chaucer
4. Cupid Abroad Was Lated
5. The Shepherd's Wife's Song

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