My conscience is my crown,Contented thoughts my rest;My heart is happy in itself,My bliss is in my breast.Enough I reckon wealth;A mean the surest lot,That lies too high for base contempt,Too low for envy's shot.
Robert Southwell (1856). “The poetical works of the rev. Robert Southwell, now first completely ed. by W. B. Turnbull”, p.57
