An antidote of rare physick. No rarer thing that you can find, to cure a discontented mind; a contented mind it is most rare, if you serve the Lord and stand in fear: and let no want nor poverty, disquiet your mind, I tell to ye; for God hath all things still in store, if you have content you need no more The tune is, No love like a contented mind: or, Phancies Phenix.
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