English poem
BALLAD. (Though I am humble, mean, and poor)
by Anonymous
Though I am humble, mean, and poor, Yet faith am I disarning; And one may see the sun shine sure Without the help of learning.
This little maxim, for my sake, I pray you be believing, The truest pleasures that we take Are those that we are giving.
Is there a wretch, with all his pelf, So poor as a rich miser? Sure does not he defraud himself? No maxim can be wiser.
He who is blest for his own sake, Fait is himself deceiving; The truest pleasures that we take, Are those that we are giving.
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