I seek not state, I seek not style;
I am not fond of fancy’s toys;
I rest so pleased with what I have, 5
I wish no more, no more I crave.
I quake not at the thunder’s crack;
I tremble not at noise of war;
I swound not at the news of wrack;
I shrink not at a blazing star; 10
I fear not loss, I hope not gain,
I envy none, I none disdain.