O liberty, Parent of happiness, celestial born When the first man became a living soul; His sacred genius thou.

My Mind To Me a Kingdom Is.

True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

My mind to me a kingdom is, Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind. Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind for bids to crave.

Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store.

If nice guys finish last, then great guys come in right after them.

O liberty, Parent of happiness, celestial born When the first man became a living soul; His sacred genius thou.