Роберт Грин (Robert Greene)

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.