In the contented minde, not mint;
And canst instruct, that those that have the itch
Of cravinge more, are never rich.
These thinges thou knowst to th’ height, and dost prevent
The mange, because thou art content
With that Heaven gave thee with a sparinge hand,
More blessed in thy brest than land,
To keepe but Nature even and upright,
To quench not cocker appetite.
The first is Nature’s end; this doth impart