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Happy am I; from care I'm free! Why aren't they all contented like me?

Ten poor men sleep in peace on one straw heap, as Saadi sings, But the immensest empire is too narrow for two kings.

Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold?

From labour health, from health contentment spring; Contentment opes the source of every joy.

In Paris a queer little man you may see, A little man all in gray; Rosy and round as an apple is he, Content with the present whate'er it may be, While from care and from cash he is equally free, And merry both night and day! "Ma foi! I laugh at the world," says he, "I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!" What a gay little man in gray.

Then answered Peter, and said unto Jesus, Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.

There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be,-- "I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me."

Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.

I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body.

With more of thanks and less of thought, I strive to make my matters meet; To seek what ancient sages sought, Physic and food in sour and sweet, To take what passes in good part, And keep the hiccups from the heart.

I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.

In a cottage I live, and the cot of content, Where a few little rooms for ambition too low, Are furnish'd as plain as a patriarch's tent, With all for convenience, but nothing for show: Like Robinson Crusoe's, both peaceful and pleasant, By industry stor'd, like the hive of a bee; And the peer who looks down with contempt on a peasant. Can ne'er be look'd up to with envy by me.

We'll therefore relish with content, Whate'er kind providence has sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r; For, if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudent to enjoy it all, Nor lose the present hour.

Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish th' approaches of the last.

Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.

What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.

Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free; Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment, But lives at peace, within himself content; In thought, or act, accountable to none But to himself, and to the gods alone.