They’ll buy a few things, with a confidence clear,
Of living in peace as their children they rear;
Stealing and content, out of Mother Earth’s hand,
Blest as Cæsar of old, or the King of our land.
I do not consider that riches or gold
Ensure contentment; a wise man of old
Tells us men in soft raiment of grief have their share,
And a life without wants is the lightest to bear.
Once a great English King[1] and his talented wife,
Though they had meat in their pan, led a bickering life;