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Show SATISFIED. I have no gold, no lands, no robes of splendor, No crowd of sycophants to siege my door; But fortune in one thing at least is tender- For Phyllis loves me! Could I ask for more? I have no fame, nor to the heights of honor Will my poor name on tireless minions soar; Yet fate has never drawn my hate upon her- For Phyllis loves me! Could I ask for more? I have no station, know no high position, And never yet the robes of office wore; Yet I can well afford to scorn ambition- For Phyllis loves me! Could I ask for more? I have no beauty-beauty has forsworn me- On others wasting all her charming store; Yet I lack nothing now which could adorn me- For Phyllis loves me! Could I ask for more? I have no learning. In no school nor college Could I abide o'er quaint old tomes to pore; But this I know-which passeth all your knowledge- That Phyllis loves me! Could I ask for more? Now come what may-loss, shame or sorrow, Sickness, ingratitude or treachery sore; I laugh today and heed not for the morrow- For Phyllis loves me, and I ask no more! |