Art Thou Poor

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
      O sweet content!
   Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
      O punishment!
   Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed
   To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
   O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!
      Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
      Honest labour bears a lovely face;
    Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

   Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring?
     O sweet content!
  Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears?
     O punishment!
  Then he that patiently want's burden bears
  No burden bears, but is a king, a king:
  O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!
     Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
     Honest labour bears a lovely face;
    Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

   Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
  Smiles awake you when you rise.
  Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
  And I will sing a lullaby:
  Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
  Care is heavy, therefore sleep you;
  You are care, and care must keep you.
  Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
  And I will sing a lullaby:
  Rock them, rock them, lullaby.