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.

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

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

Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, Their wisdom by their rage of will, Their treasure is their only trust; And cloake' d craft their store of skill. But all the pleasure that I find Is to maintain a quiet mind.

My wealth is health and perfect ease; My conscience clear my chief defence; I neither seek by bribes to please, Nor by deceit to breed offence. Thus do I live; thus will I die. Would all did so well as I!

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.