No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend, br Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend. br br No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show, br Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go. br br No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues br Will read aloud to me their happier songs. br br No painted scenes -- since clouds can change their skies br A hundred times a day to please my eyes. br br No headstrong wine -- since, when I drink, the spring br Into my eager ears will softly sing. br br No surplus clothes -- since every simple beast br Can teach me to be happy with the least.