Though treasures unbounded are not my share

Though treasures unbounded are not my share
I still am as rich as others are;
I care not for gold,
I care not for gold,
The mind may the choicest of treasures hold.

I leave to the miser his joyless hoards;
To Ambition the bliss that command affords,
And ask not, my fair!
And ask not, my fair!
King's sceptre, or robes, or crown to bear.

For peace and the noblest enjoyments dwell
In the breast which contentment has made its cell,
And not in vain wealth,
And not in vain wealth,
Which cheats its master of rest by stealth.

And therefore my dearest pleasure I find,
Sweet girl! in the charms of thy lovely mind,
And thy matchless soul,
And thy matchless soul,
Which bends the world to its bright control.