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Content, Not Cates

by Robert Herrick, 1648

’Tis not the food, but the content
That makes the table’s merriment.
Where trouble serves the board, we eat
The platters there as soon as meat.
A little pipkin with a bit
Of mutton or of veal in it,
Set on my table, trouble-free,
More than a feast contenteth me.

Published in Hesperides

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