THE HAPPY HEART From Patient Grissell ART thou poor; yet hast thou golden slumbers? Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexèd? 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! 16 Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring? Swimm'st thou in wealth; yet sink'st in thine O, punishment! Then he that patiently want's burden bears, Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; 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; The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. 8 Around my ivied porch shall spring The village-church, among the trees. With merry peals shall swell the breeze, Samuel Rogers. 12 16 |