%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A sweet and Pleasant Sonnet, Entituled, / My Mind to me a Kingdom is. Dyer, Sir Edward; Wotton, Sir Henry University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1680-1682 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/19/2008 21665

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2.7 R234235 2 In Creet, &c. In Crete In Crete, etc. Rogero Rogero Rogero MY mind to me a Kingdom is, / such perfect joys therein I find, IN slumbring sleep I lay / all night alone in bed, another edition at 1.339 (first ballad); another edition at 1.39 (second ballad); original text faces left and in facsimile the text faces right; tune unclear: The Tune is[,] In Creet, etc. Pepys 2.7 Rollins (1) I:225-31 (first ballad); Wing S6246A (first ballad); Rollins (2) 1853 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131) (first ballad); Wing P3669C (second ballad); Rollins (2) 1237 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131) (second ballad). 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. 2: 7 A sweet and Pleasant Sonnet, Entituled, / My Mind to me a Kingdom is. A sweet and Pleasant Sonnet, Entituled, My Mind to me a Kingdom is. The Tune is, In Creet, etc. A Sweet and Pleasant Sonnet, Entitled, My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is. A proper new Ballad of a Dream of a Sinner, being very sore troubled / with the Assaults of Satan. A proper new Ballad of a Dream of a Sinner, being very sore troubledwith the Assaults of Satan. A Proper New Ballad of a Dream of a Sinner, Being Very Sorely Troubled with the Assault of Satan. Dyer, Sir Edward; Wotton, Sir Henry 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 202 x 174 uneven inking cast fleurons 1680-1682 Printed for M. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, VV. Thackeray, / and T. Passenger. M. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, W. Thackeray, T. Passenger Blagden Coles, M.?

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 5/19/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Devotion & Morality advice punishment religiousfigures vice virtue 05/19/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 05/19/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 7/18/2007 Checker Soren Hammerschmidt Corrected Formatting Problem in Titles-Transcription Variant, Corrected Mistake in Editorial History 7/11/2007 Checker Soren Hammerschmidt Prepared for XBallad 7/2/2007 Checker Soren Hammerschmidt Subsequently Checked Transcription 2006 Checker Simone R. Chess Originally Checked Transcription 7/11/2006 Transcriber William Gahan Original transcription 2006 Bibliographer Jessica C. Murphy Bibliographic SQL Database Record Updated/Completed 8/5/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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MY mind to me a Kingdom is, such perfect joys therein I find, It far exceeds all earthly bliss, the world affords, or grows 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 seek no more then may suffice, I press to bear no haughty sway, look what I lack, my mind supplys, Loe thus I triumph like a King, Content with that my mind do bring. I see how plenty surfeits oft, and hasty climbers oft do fall, I see how those that sit aloft, mishap doth threaten most of all: They get, they toil, they spend with care, Such cares my mind could never bear. I laugh not at a anothers loss, I grudge not at anothers gain, No worldly wave my mind can toss, I brook that is anothers bane, I fear no foe, I scorn no friend, [I] dread no death, I fear no end.
Some have too much, yet still they crave, I little have, yet seek no more, They are but poor, though much they have and I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich, they beg, I give, They lack, I lend, they pine, I live. My Wealth is health and perfect ease, my Conscience clear, my chief defence, I never seek by bribes to please, nor by desert to give offence, Loe thus I Live, thus will I dye, Would all did so as well as I. No Princely Pomp, 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 yield as thrall, For why my mind despised all. I joy not at an earthly bliss, I weigh not Craesus wealth a straw, For care, I care not what it is, I fear no Fortunes fatal Law, My mind is such as may not move, For beauty bright, or force of Love. I wish not what have at will, I wander not to seek for more, I like the plain, I climb no hill, in greatest storm I sit on Shore, And laugh at those that toyl in vain, To get that must be lost again. I kiss not where I wish to kill, I feign no love where I most hate, I break no sleep to win my I will, I wait not at the mighties Gate, I scorn no poor, I fear no rich, I feel no want, nor have too much. The Court ne Cart, I like, ne loath, extreams are counted worst of all, The Golden mean betwixt them both, doth surest sit, and fears no fall; This is my choice for why I find, No wealth is like a quiet mind.
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IN slumbring sleep I lay, all night alone in bed, A Vision very strange there came into my head, Methought the day of Doom, undoubtedly was come, And Christ himself was there, to judge both all and some. My self was sent for there, with sound of Trumpet shril, Which said, All souls come hear, your Sentence good or ill. I sat in mind amaz'd, at that same sudden voice, For in my own good life, no whit I could rejoyce. With panting breasts I paus'd at that same sudden sight, Not trusting to my self, but to Christs mercies great. I was no sooner nam'd, but Satan came methought With him a Rowl full large, of all my life he brought. And said before the Lord, how that I was his own, And would have had me then, my sins so great were grown, I quaking lay with fear, and wist not what to do, But in the blood of Christ I trusted still unto.
Then said our Saviour Christ, foul Satan end thy strife, Look if the Sinners name, be in the Book of Life. If he be entred there, then he must needs be blest, His sins are washt away; his soul with me shall rest. Then Satan took the Book, did leaf by leaf unfold, And there he found my name in Letters Limb'd in Gold. Then Satan sorrowed much, at that same sudden sight, And said unto the Lord, thy judgements are not right. And thus our Saviour sweet, said to him by and by, Thou Satan know full well, that I for Sin did dye. Redeeming all the world, once overthrown by thee, And so will save all such as truly trust in me. My mortal Foe was wrath, that he had lost his prey, Extreamly vext he was, and vanisht quite away. But that I thus was Bill'd, within that blessed Book, Out of my slumbring sleep most joyfully awoke: Still praying unto the Lord, that always sinners may, From Satan be set free, of the last dreadful day. That after earthly toyl, we may heavens joys attain Here learn to live, to dye, that we may live again, Our Noble Royal King, God grant him long to reign, To live in joy and Peace, the Gospel to maintain.
Printed for M. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.