Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 8. What man it is, that is truly wealthie Who measures poverty by Natures rules, And frames his mind to what he hath, is rich; For we can never doe, but vexe our soules, So long’s we straine them to a higher pitch: And hee, whose heart is discontented, is But a poore wretch, though all the world were his. |
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