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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508130" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Content and Rich</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dwell in Grace's court,<br>Enriched with Virtue's rights;<br>Faith guides my wit, Love leads my will,<br>Hope all my mind delights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In lowly vales I mount<br>To pleasure's highest pitch;<br>My silly shroud true honour brings;<br>My poor estate is rich.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My conscience is my crown,<br>Contented thoughts my rest;<br>My heart is happy in itself;<br>My bliss is in my breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough, I reckon wealth; <br>That mean, the surest lot, <br>That lies too high for base contempt,<br>Too low for envy's shot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wishes are but few<br>All easy to fulfil;<br>I make the limits of my power<br>The bounds unto my will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fear no care for gold;<br>Well-doing is my wealth;<br>My mind to me an empire is,<br>While grace affordeth health.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I clip high-climbing thoughts,<br>The wings of swelling pride;<br>Their fall is worst that from the heigh<br>Of greatest honour slide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since sails of largest size<br>The storm doth soonest tear;<br>I bear so low and small a sail<br>As freeth me from fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wrestle not with rage,<br>While fury's flame doth burn;<br>It is in vain to stop the stream<br>Until the tide doth turn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the flame is out,<br>And ebbing wrath doth end,<br>I turn a late enraged foe<br>Into a quiet friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, taught with often proof,<br>A temper'd calm I find<br>To be most solace to itself,<br>Best cure for angry mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spare diet is my fare,<br>My clothes more fit than fine;<br>I know I feed and clothe a foe,<br>That pamper'd would repine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I envy not their hap<br>Whom favour doth advance;<br>I take no pleasure in their pain<br>That have less happy chance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To rise by others' fall<br>I deem a losing gain;<br>All states with others' ruin built,<br>To ruin run amain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No change of fortune's calm<br>Can cast my comforts down;<br>When fortune smiles, I smile to think<br>How quickly she will frown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when, in froward mood,<br>She prov'd an angry foe;<br>Small gain I found to let her come, -<br>Less loss to let her go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southwell">Robert Southwell</a><div class=q>
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Enriched with Virtue's rights;
Faith guides my wit, Love leads my will,
Hope all my mind delights.

In lowly vales I mount
To pleasure's highest pitch;
My silly shroud true honour brings;
My poor estate is rich.

My consc..."></div>
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