THE HAPPY HEART From Patient Grissell ART thou poor; yet hast thou golden slumbers? Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? Dost thou laugh, to see how fools are vexèd Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny, nonny; hey nonny, nonny! 10 Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring? O, sweet content! Swimm'st thou in wealth; yet sink'st in thine own tears? O, punishment! Then he that patiently want's burden bears, Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Then hey nonny, nonny; hey nonny, nonny! 1603. Thomas Dekker. 20 1786. A WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring 4 8 Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew; The village-church, among the trees, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, Samuel Rogers. 12 16 |