Contentment

"Quod satis est cui contigit, nihil amplius optet."

"Sit mihi quod nunc est, etiam minus et mihi vivam Quod superest ævi—si quid superesse volunt di."

"Sit mihi mensa tripes et Coucha salis puri et toga quæ defendere frigus Quamvis crassa queat."

"Yes! in the poor man's garden grow, Far more than herbs and flowers, Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And joy for weary hours."

"It is good for us to be here."

"No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us!"

"Vive sine invidia, mollesque inglorius annos Exige; amicitias et tibi junge pares."

"The eagle nestles near the sun; The dove's low nest for me!— The eagle's on the crag; sweet one, The dove's in our green tree! For hearts that beat like thine and mine Heaven blesses humble earth;— The angels of our Heaven shall shine The angels of our Hearth!"

"Si animus est æquus tibi satis habes, qui bene vitam colas."

"Habeas ut nactus: nota mala res optima est."

"Not on the outer world For inward joy depend; Enjoy the luxury of thought, Make thine own self friend; Not with the restless throng, In search of solace roam But with an independent zeal Be intimate at home."

"Dear little head, that lies in calm content Within the gracious hollow that God made In every human shoulder, where He meant Some tired head for comfort should be laid."

"Vivite felices, quibus est fortuna peracta Jam sua."

"This is the charm, by sages often told, Converting all it touches into gold: Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed, Can rear a garden in the desert waste."

"There is a jewel which no Indian mines can buy, No chymic art can counterfeit; It makes men rich in greatest poverty, Makes water wine; turns wooden cups to gold; The homely whistle to sweet music's strain, Seldom it comes;—to few from Heaven sent, That much in little, all in naught, Content."

"Come calm content serene and sweet, O gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit cell."

"True contentment depends not upon what we have; a tub was large enough for Diogenes, but a world was too little for Alexander."

"There are two sorts of content; one is connected with exertion, the other with habits of indolence. The first is a virtue; the other, a vice."

"We cannot be young twice; we cannot turn upon our steps, and go back to gather the garlands we gathered ten years ago. And, therefore, with a gaze over on the cross upon the distant hills, and a remembrance always of the shadow land that lies beyond, let us endeavor to be contented with small things, and to make ourselves happy in the pleasantness of simple pleasures."

"My God, give me neither poverty nor riches; but whatsoever it may be Thy will to give, give me with it a heart which knows humbly to acquiesce in what is Thy will."

"Contentment is natural wealth; luxury, artificial poverty."