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Contentment cannot smart; stoics we | Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair
Make torments easier to their apathy.
T'accompany my solitude: Although rebellion do my body bind, My king alone can captivate my mind.
Books should, not business, entertain
And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the WHERE honor or where conscience does night.
My house a cottage more
Than palace; and should fitting be
Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
Thus would I double my life's fading space;
For he that runs it well twice runs his
And in this true delight,
These unbought sports, this happy state,
But boldly say each night,
No other law shall shackle me;
Nor shall my future actions be confined
Who by resolves and vows engaged does
For days that yet belong to Fate,
Before it falls into his hand.
Unhappy to the last, the kind releasing" knell.