Sir Edward Dyer 1550 - 1607
Some weigh their pleasure by their lust,
Their wisdom by their rage of will;
Their treasure is their only trust;
A cloaked craft their store of skill:
But all the pleasure that I find
Is to maintain a quiet mind.
My wealth is health and perfect ease;
My conscience clear my chief defence;
I neither seek by bribes to please,
Nor by deceit to breed offence:
Thus do I live; thus will I die;
Would all did so as well as I !
Blogger's note:
Many scholars hold the belief that this poem attributed to Sir Edward Dyer was not written by him. I have read a bit of Dyer's biography and have come away with the thought that even if this poem was written by de Vere, as most seem to think, it is best suited for the kind of personality Dyer had.
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