On Health

My good and noble health,
Thou matter’st more then wealth.
None know’th thy worth until
Thou fad’st, and we fall ill.
And every man can see,
In stark reality,
And every man will say:
«’Tis health I need today».
No better thing we know,
No dearer gem we owe,
For all that we possess:
Pearls, stones of great finesse,