X. Arthur Warren

DEPART, ye discontents, like reprobates,

For Patience all adversities endures;

In rarest disposition imitates

Hearbe Panace, that all diseases cures,

Heales interne maladies of wounded minds,

And salves the sores that physicke salveless finds.

Credit not vaine Perswasion, that deludes

Fond Tractability with fallacies,

And such inducements forcibly intrudes

Into credulitie with sophistries,

That man, whom reason’s index should direct,

Suggested is—true judgement to neglect.

Aske Contentation, what’s felicity?

And aske Felicity, what is content?

Aske Life, what is the death of misery?

And aske dumbe Death, what makes life permanent?

Persue the contents of contented minde,

Thou nought but Patience registred shalt finde.

Discretion, censure, which is better found

Much to possesse, and nathlesse live in neede,

Or to enjoy but little, and abound,

So competence necessities may steede.

Brooks satisfie thirst with convenient store,

The spacious ocean’s liquid can no more.