HERE, Here I live with what my board br Can with the smallest cost afford; br Though ne'er so mean the viands be, br They well content my Prue and me: br Or pea or bean, or wort or beet, br Whatever comes, Content makes sweet. br Here we rejoice, because no rent br We pay for our poor tenement; br Wherein we rest, and never fear br The landlord or the usurer. br The quarter-day does ne'er affright br Our peaceful slumbers in the night: br We eat our own, and batten more, br Because we feed on no man's score; br But pity those whose flanks grow great, br Swell'd with the lard of other's meat. br We bless our fortunes, when we see br Our own beloved privacy; br And like our living, where we're known br To very few, or else to none.