Sir Edward Dyer (October 1543 – May 1607) was an English courtier and poet. (wikipedia)
The little smiling cottage! where at eve He meets his rosy children at the door, Prattling their welcomes, and his honest wife, With good brown cake and bacon slice, intent To cheer his hunger after labor hard.
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.
And love is love, in beggars and in kings.
My Mind To Me a Kingdom Is.
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.
My mind to me an empire is,While grace affordeth health.
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!
