  Cleon hath ten thousand acres, Ne’er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace. In a cottage I; Cleon hath a dozen fortunes, Not a penny I: Yet the poorer of the twain is Cleon, and not I. Cleon is a slave to grandeur, Free as thought am I; Cleon fees a score of doctors, Need of none have I; Wealth surrounded, care environed, Cleon fears to die; Death may come—he’ll find me ready, Happier man am I. Cleon sees no charms in Nature, In a daisy I; Cleon hears no anthems ringing ’Twixt the sea and sky; Nature sings to me forever, Earnest listener I: State for state, with all attendants— Who would change? Not I. |
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