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