This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot: 45 All else beneath the Sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let Thy Will be done.
To thee, whose Temple is all Space,
Whose Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies! 50 One Chorus let all Being raise!
All Nature's Incense rise!
On a Certain Lady at Court1
I KNOW the thing that's most uncommon;
(Envy be silent, and attend!)
I know a reasonable Woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a Friend.
Not warp'd by Passion, aw'd by Rumour, 5 Not grave thro' Pride, or gay thro' Folly,
An equal mixture of good Humour,
And sensible soft Melancholy.
"Has she no faults then (Envy says) Sir?"
Yes, she has one, I must aver; 10 When all the World conspires to praise her,
The Woman's deaf, and does not hear.
____________________A Hymn to Contentment2
LOVELY lasting Peace of Mind!
Sweet Delight of human kind!
Heavenly born, and bred on high,
To crown the Fav'rites of the Sky
With more of Happiness below,5