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1.339 S5275 1 In Creet, &c. In Crete In Crete MY minde to me a Kingdome is,/ such perfect ioyes therein I find, author: Sir Edward Dyer: Rollins (STC suggests that the attribution to Dyer as author is dubious) Pepys 1.339 Rollins (1) I:225-231; STC 7384.5 [M. Flesher] for H. G[osson 1624?]; Rollins (2) 1853 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131). Woodblock 1: single sheet folio, under title and tune, above column 1, cast fleuron to the right.: A man with a bears and moustache and a round brimmed hat stands with his right hand on his hip. His right hand is lifted, but cut off but the woodcut edge. He wears pantaloons and an open buttoned jerkin. A sword hangs at his hip. There are plants on the ground behind him.: 87 x 46 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 339 A sweet and pleasant Sonet, entituled: My minde/ to me a kingdome is. A sweet and pleasant Sonet, entituled: My mindeto me a kingdome is. A Sweet and Pleasant Sonnet, Entitled: My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is. Dyer, Edward 1/2 sheet folio, 254 x 130 cropped right edge, damaged surface, uneven inking cast fleurons 1624 Printed at London for H.G. H. G. Weinstein: licensing info

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M Y minde to me a Kingdome is, such perfect joyes therein I find, It farre exceeds all earthly blisse, that world affords, or growes by kind: Though much I want that most men have, Yet doth my mind forbid me crave Content I live, this is my stay, I seeke no more then may suffice, I presse to beare no haughty sway, looke what I lacke my minde supplies: Loe, thus I triumph like a King, Content with that my mind doth bring. I see how plenty surfets oft, and hasty climbers oft doe fall, I see how those that sit aloft, mishap doth threaten most of all, They get, they toyle, they spend with care, Such cares my mind could never beare. I laugh not at anothers losse, I grudge not at anothers gaine, No wordly wave my minde can tosse, I brooke that is anothers bane: I feare no foe, I scorne no friend, I dread no death, I feare no end.
Some have too much, yet still they crave, I little have, yet seeke no more, They are but poore, though much they have, And I am rich with little store, They poore, I rich, they beg, I give, They lacke, I lend, they pine, I live. My wealth is health and perfect ease. my conscience cleare, my chiefe defence: I never seeke by bribes to please, nor by desert to give offence: Loe thus I live, thus will I die, Would all did so as well as I. No princely pompe, no wealthy store, no force to get the victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, no shape to win a Lovers eye, To none of these I yeeld as thrall, For why my mind despiseth all. I joy not at an earthly blisse, I weigh not Cresus wealth a straw, For Care, I care not what it is, I feare not Fortunes fatall law: My mind is such as may not move, For beauty bright or force of love: I wish not what I have at will, I wander not to seeke for more, I like the plaine, I clime no hill, in greatest storme I sit on shore, And laugh at those that toile in vaine, To get that must be lost againe. I kisse not were I wish to kill, I faine no love where most I hate, I breake no sleepe to winne my will, I waite not at the mighties gate, I scorne no poore, I feare no rich, I feele no want, nor have too much. The Court, ne Cart, I like, ne loath, extreames are counted worst of all, The golden meane betwixt them both, doth surest sit, and feares no fall: This is my choyce, for why I finde, No wealth is like a quiet minde.
FINIS. Printed at London for H. G.