I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile, br I joy not much in earthly joys; br I seek not state, I reck not style, br I am not fond of fancy's toys; br I rest so pleased with what I have, br I wish no more, no more I crave. br I quake not at the thunder's crack, br I tremble not at noise of war, br I swoon not at the news of wrack, br I shrink not at a blazing star: br I fear not loss, I hope not gain, br I envy none, I none disdain. br I see ambition never pleased, br I see some Tantals starved in store; br I see gold's dropsy seldom eased, br I see e'en Midas gape for more. br I neither want, nor yet abound: br Enough's a feast; content is crown'd. br I feign not friendship where I hate, br I fawn not on the great in show, br I prize, I praise a mean estate, br Neither too lofty nor too low; br This, this is all my choice, my cheer, br A mind content, a conscience clear.