Lordly Gallants, tell me this:
 Tho' my safe content you weigh not,
In your greatness, what one bliss
 have you gain'd, that I enjoy not? 
  You have honour, you have wealth,
  I have peace and I have health,
  And at night no care I take,
  All the day I merry make.

Bound to none my fortunes be,
 This or that man's fall I fear not,
Him I love that loveth me;
 For the rest, a pin I care not.
   You are sad when others chafe,
  And grow merry as they laugh;
  I that hate it and am free,
  Laugh and weep as pleaseth me.

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