Simplicity

Little I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish for a hut of stone,
That I may call my own;
And close at hand is such a one,
In yonder street that fronts the sun.

Plain food is quite enough for me;
Three courses are as good as ten;
If Nature can subsist on three,
Thank Heaven for three.
I always thought cold victual nice;
My choice would be always ice.

I care not much for gold or land;
Give me a mortgage here and there,
Some good bank-stock, some note of hand,
Or trifling railroad share,
I only ask that Fortune send
A little more than I shall spend.

Honors are silly toys, I know,
And titles are but empty names;
I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,
But only near St. James;
I'm very sure I should not care
To fill our Gubernator's chair.

Jewels are baubles, it is a sin
To care for such unfruitful things;
One good-sized diamond in a ring,
Some, not so large, in wedding bands,
A ruby, and a pearl, or so,Will do for me;
My dame should dress in cheap silk and leaves

I own perhaps I might desire
Some shawls of true Cashmere,
Some marrowy crapes of China silk,
Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.
I would not have the horse I drive
So fast that folks must stop and stare;
An easy gait - two forty-five

Suits me; I do not care;
Perhaps, for just a single spurt,
Some seconds less would do no hurt.
Of pictures, I should like to own
Titians and Raphaels three or four,
I love so much their style and tone,
One Turner, and no more,
Of books but few, - some fifty score

Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn,
Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;
Shall not carved tables serve my turn,
But all must be of lies?
Give grasping pomp its double share,
I ask but one recumbent chair.

Thus humble let me live and die,
Nor long for Midas' golden touch;
If Heaven more generous gifts deny,
I shall not miss them much,
Too grateful for the blessing lent
Of simple tastes and mind content.

Take joy what what little possess,
Of the blessings and givings not much to spare;
Retract not, what evil it holds,
Count them twice the blessings, -thirty-fold,
With not much to count or see
Of simplicity, thats, all i need.

how may truly knows what simplicity is..
how many truly knows.. what i really seeks..