|Ten poor men sleep in peace on one straw heap, as Saadi sings,|
But the immensest empire is too narrow for two kings.
Wm. R. AlgerOriental Poetry. Elbow Room.
|Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold?|
Barnabe BarnesParthenophil and Parthenophe.
|Happy am I; from care Im free!|
Why arent they all contented like me?
Opera of La Bayadère.
|From labour health, from health contentment spring;|
Contentment opes the source of every joy.
James BeattieThe Minstrel. Bk. I. St. 13.
|In Paris a queer little man you may see,|
A little man all in gray;
Rosy and round as an apple is he,
Content with the present whateer it may be,
While from care and from cash he is equally free,
And merry both night and day!
Ma foi! I laugh at the world. says he,
I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!
What a gay little man in gray.
BerangerThe Little Man all in Gray. Trans. by Amelia B. Edwards.
|There was a jolly miller once,|
Lived on the River Dee;
He worked and sang, from morn to night;
No lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song,
Forever used to be,
I care for nobody, not I,
If no one cares for me.
BickerstaffLove in a Village. Act I. Sc. 5.
|Some things are of that nature as to make|
Ones fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
BunyanThe Authors Way of Sending Forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim. L. 126.
|Contented wi little, and cantie wi mair.|
BurnsContented wi Little.
|Ill be merry and free,|
Ill be sad for nae-body;
If nae-body cares for me,
Ill care for nae-body.
|With more of thanks and less of thought,|
I strive to make my matters meet;
To seek what ancient sages sought,
Physic and food in sour and sweet,
To take what passes in good part,
And keep the hiccups from the heart.
John ByromCareless Content.
| I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.|
CervantesDon Quixote. Pt. I. Bk. IV. Ch. XXIII.
|In a cottage I live, and the cot of content,|
Where a few little rooms for ambition too low,
Are furnishd as plain as a patriarchs tent,
With all for convenience, but nothing for show:
Like Robinson Crusoes, both peaceful and pleasant,
By industry stord, like the hive of a bee;
And the peer who looks down with contempt on a peasant.
Can neer be lookd up to with envy by me.
John CollinsHow to be Happy. Song in his Scripscrapologia.
|Well therefore relish with content,|
Whateer kind Providence has sent,
Nor aim beyond our powr;
For, if our stock be very small,
Tis prudent to enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present hour.
Nathaniel CottonThe Fireside. St. 10.
|Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past,|
And neither fear nor wish th approaches of the last.
CowleyImitations. Martial. Bk. X. Ep. XLVII.
|Give what thou wilt, without thee we are poor;|
And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
CowperTask. Winter Morning Walk. Last lines.
|What happiness the rural maid attends,|
In cheerful labour while each day she spends!
She gratefully receives what Heavn has sent,
And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.
GayRural Sports. Canto II. L. 148.
|Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails,|
And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
GoldsmithThe Traveller. L. 91.
|Their wants but few, their wishes all confind.|
GoldsmithThe Traveller. L. 210.
|Happy the man, of mortals happiest he,|
Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free;
Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment,
But lives at peace, within himself content;
In thought, or act, accountable to none
But to himself, and to the gods alone.
Geo. Granville (Lord Lansdowne)Epistle to Mrs. Higgons, 1690. L. 79.
|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 fortunes angry frown:
Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss,
Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
Robert GreeneSong. Farewell to Folly.
|Lets live with that small pittance which we have;|
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
HerrickThe Covetous Still Captive.
|Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,|
A dis plura feret. Nil cupientium
Nudus castra peto.
The more a man denies himself, the more he shall receive from heaven. Naked, I seek the camp of those who covet nothing.
HoraceCarmina. III. 16. 21.
| Multa petentibus|
Desunt multa; bene est cui deus obtulit
Parca quod satis est manu.
Those who want much, are always much in need; happy the man to whom God gives with a sparing hand what is sufficient for his wants.
HoraceCarmina. III. 16. 42.
|Quod satis est cui contigit, nihil amplius optet.|
Let him who has enough ask for nothing more.
HoraceEpistles. I. 2. 46.
|Sit mihi quod nunc est, etiam minus et mihi vivam|
Quod superest ævisi quid superesse volunt di.
Let me possess what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
HoraceEpistles. I. 18. 107.
| Sit mihi mensa tripes et|
Coucha salis puri et toga quæ defendere frigus
Quamvis crassa queat.
Let me have a three-legged table, a dish of salt, and a cloak which, altho coarse, will keep off the cold.
HoraceSatires. I. 3. 13.
|Yes! in the poor mans garden grow,|
Far more than herbs and flowers,
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
Mary HowittThe Poor Mans Garden.
| Contentment furnishes constant joy. Much covetousness, constant grief. To the contented even poverty is joy. To the discontented, even wealth is a vexation.|
Ming Sum Paou KeënIn Chinese Repository. Trans. by Dr. Milne.
|It is good for us to be here.|
Matthew. XVII. 4.
| So well to know|
Her own, that what she wills to do or say
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 548.
|No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,|
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us!
MooreCome Oer the Sea.
|Vive sine invidia, mollesque inglorius annos|
Exige; amicitias et tibi junge pares.
May you live unenvied, and pass many pleasant years unknown to fame; and also have congenial friends.
OvidTristium. III. 4. 43.
|The eagle nestles near the sun;|
The doves low nest for me!
The eagles on the crag; sweet one,
The doves in our green tree!
For hearts that beat like thine and mine
Heaven blesses humble earth;
The angels of our Heaven shall shine
The angels of our Hearth!
J. J. PiattA Song of Content.
| Si animus est æquus tibi satis habes, qui bene vitam colas.|
If you are content, you have enough to live comfortably.
PlautusAulularia. II. 2. 10.
|Habeas ut nactus: nota mala res optima est.|
Keep what you have got; the known evil is best.
PlautusTrinummus. I. 2. 25.
|Whateer the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,|
Not one will change his neighbor with himself.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. II. L. 261.
| I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no mans happiness; glad of other mens good, content with my harm.|
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 77.
|He that commends me to mine own content|
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
Comedy of Errors. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 33.
|For mine own part, I could be well content|
To entertain the lag-end of my life
With quiet hours.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 23.
| The shepherds homely curds,|
His cold thin drink out of his leathern bottle,
His wonted sleep under a fresh trees shade,
All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a princes delicates,
His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
His body couched in a curious bed,
When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 47.
|My crown is in my heart, not on my head;|
Not deckd with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen: my crown is called content;
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 63.
|Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,|
And cry, Content to that which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 182.
|Tis better to be lowly born,|
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perkd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 19.
| Our content|
Is our best having.
Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 23.
| Shut up|
In measureless content.
Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 17.
| If it were now to die,|
Twere now to be most happy; for I fear
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.
Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 191.
| Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but tis enough, twill serve.|
Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 100.
|Not on the outer world|
For inward joy depend;
Enjoy the luxury of thought,
Make thine own self friend;
Not with the restless throng,
In search of solace roam
But with an independent zeal
Be intimate at home.
Lydia SigourneyKnow Thyself.
|The noblest mind the best contentment has.|
SpenserFaerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto I. St. 35.
|Dear little head, that lies in calm content|
Within the gracious hollow that God made
In every human shoulder, where He meant
Some tired head for comfort should be laid.
|An elegant Sufficiency, Content,|
Retirement, rural Quiet, Friendship, Books,
Ease and alternate Labor, useful Life,
Progressive Virtue, and approving Heaven!
ThomsonSeasons. Spring. L. 1,159.
|Vivite felices, quibus est fortuna peracta|
Be happy ye, whose fortunes are already completed.
VergilÆneid. III. 493.
|This is the charm, by sages often told,|
Converting all it touches into gold:
Content can soothe, whereer by fortune placed,
Can rear a garden in the desert waste.
Henry Kirk WhiteClifton Grove. L. 130.
|There is a jewel which no Indian mines can buy,|
No chymic art can counterfeit;
It makes men rich in greatest poverty,
Makes water wine; turns wooden cups to gold;
The homely whistle to sweet musics strain,
Seldom it comes;to few from Heaven sent,
That much in little, all in naught, Content.
John WilbyeMadrigales. There Is a Jewel.