Rondel

Heart, thou must learn to do without— That is the riches of the poor, Their liberty is to endure; Wrap thou thine old cloak thee about, And carol loud and carol stout; Let thy rags fly, nor wish them fewer; Thou too must learn to do without, Must earn the riches of the poor! Why should'st thou only wear no clout? Thou only walk in love-robes pure? Why should thy step alone be sure? Thou only free of fortune's flout? Nay, nay! but learn to go without, And so be humbly, richly poor.