Give me the haunch of a buck to eat,
And to drink Madeira old;
And a gentle wife to rest with,
And in my arms to fold.

An Arabic book to study,
A gipsy pony to ride;
And a house to live in shaded by trees,
Near to a river’s side.

With such good things around me,
And with good health withal,
Though I should live for a hundred years
For death I would not call.