Текст оригинала на английском языке
A Contented Mind
I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile, I joy not much in earthly joys; I seek not state, I reck not style, I am not fond of fancy's toys; I rest so pleased with what I have, I wish no more, no more I crave. I quake not at the thunder's crack, I tremble not at noise of war, I swoon not at the news of wrack, I shrink not at a blazing star: I fear not loss, I hope not gain, I envy none, I none disdain. I see ambition never pleased, I see some Tantals starved in store; I see gold's dropsy seldom eased, I see e'en Midas gape for more. I neither want, nor yet abound: Enough's a feast; content is crown'd. I feign not friendship where I hate, I fawn not on the great in show, I prize, I praise a mean estate, Neither too lofty nor too low; This, this is all my choice, my cheer, A mind content, a conscience clear.
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