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7 Folks cry out hard times, but I never regard; For I ne’er did, nor e’er will let my heart earthward: So ’tis all one to me be they easy or hard.

I envy not them that have thousands of pounds That sport o’er the country with homes an hounds; There’s naught but contentment can keep within bounds.

I ne’er lose my time o’er a pipe and a pot, Nor lurk in a nook, like a flugga'rdly lot: But I buy what is wanting with what I have

And if I have more then I want for to spend, I help a poor neighbour, or diligent friend; “He that gives to the poor, to the Lord he lend.”

I grudge not that gentlefolk dress ; At their gold and their silver I never repine But I wish their insides were as hearty as