Contentment

Why should we at our lot complain, Or grieve at our distress; Some think if they should riches gain, They'd gain true happiness: Alas how vain is all their gain, Since life will soon decay, And since we're here with friends so dear, Let's drive all cares away. Why should the rich despise the poor, Why should the poor repine; A little time will make us all In equal friendship join: We're much to blame, we're all the same; Alike we're made of clay, And since we're here with friends so dear; Let's drive all cares away. The only circumstance in life That ever I could find, To soften care and temper mirth, Is sweet content of mind; With such a store we have much more, Than e'er we can convey, And since we're here with friends so dear Let's drive all cares away. Let's make the best we can of life, Nor render it a curse, But take it as you would a wife For better or for worse: Life at the best is but a jest, A dreary winter's day, And since we're here with friends so dear, Let's drive all cares away. Wher age old creeping age comes on, And we are young no more, Let's not repine at what we've done, Nor grieve that youth is o'er; But cheerfully as formerly, Be innocently gay, And since we're here with friend so dear, Let's drive all cares away.