ART THOU POOR - Thomas Dekker Poems

 
 

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ART THOU POOR

  Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
      O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
      O punishment!
Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed
To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!
      Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
      Honest labour bears a lovely face;
   Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

  Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring?
      O sweet content!
Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears?
      O punishment!
Then he that patiently want's burden bears
No burden bears, but is a king, a king:
O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!
      Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
      Honest labour bears a lovely face;
   Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

  Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby:
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep you;
You are care, and care must keep you.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby:
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.