C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Robert Greene

By wit we search divine aspect above,

By wit we learn what secrets science yields,

By wit we speak, by wit the mind is rul’d,

By wit we govern all our actions;

Wit is the loadstar of each human thought,

Wit is the tool by which all things are wrought.

For as one star another far exceeds,

So souls in heaven are placed by their deeds.

Her locks are plighted like the fleece of wool

That Jason and his Grecian mates achiev’d,

As pure as gold, yet not from gold deriv’d;

As full of sweets as sweet of sweets is full.

I know

My God commands, whose power no power resists.

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content;

The quiet mind is richer than a crown;

Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;

The poor estate scorns fortune’s angry frown;

Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss,

Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.

A mind content both crown and kingdom is.