Man Wants But Little Here Below Little I Ask; My Wants Are Few; I Only Wish A Hut Of Stone, (A Very Plain Brown Stone Will Do,) That I May Call My Own; - And Close At Hand Is Such A One, In Yonder Street That Fronts The Sun. Plain Food Is Quite Enough For Me; Three Courses Are As Good As Ten; - If Nature Can Subsist On Three, Thank Heaven For Three. Amen I Always Thought Cold Victual Nice; - My Choice Would Be Vanilla-Ice. I Care Not Much For Gold Or Land; - Give Me A Mortgage Here And There, - Some Good Bank-Stock, Some Note Of Hand, Or Trifling Railroad Share, - I Only Ask That Fortune Send A Little More Than I Shall Spend. Honors Are Silly Toys, I Know, And Titles Are But Empty Names; I Would, Perhaps, Be Plenipo, - But Only Near St. James; I'm Very Sure I Should Not Care To Fill Our Gubernator'S Chair. Jewels Are Baubles; 'T Is A Sin To Care For Such Unfruitful Things; - One Good-Sized Diamond In A Pin, - Some, Not So Large, In Rings, - A Ruby, And A Pearl, Or So, Will Do For Me; - I Laugh At Show. My Dame Should Dress In Cheap Attire; (Good, Heavy Silks Are Never Dear;) - I Own Perhaps I Might Desire Some Shawls Of True Cashmere, - Some Marrowy Crapes Of China Silk, Like Wrinkled Skins On Scalded Milk. I Would Not Have The Horse I Drive So Fast That Folks Must Stop And Stare; An Easy Gait - Two, Forty-Five - Suits Me; I Do Not Care; - Perhaps, For Just A Single Spurt, Some Seconds Less Would Do No Hurt. Of Pictures, I Should Like To Own Titians And Raphaels Three Or Four, - I Love So Much Their Style And Tone, One Turner, And No More, (A Landscape, - Foreground Golden Dirt, - The Sunshine Painted With A Squirt.) Of Books But Few, - Some Fifty Score For Daily Use, And Bound For Wear; The Rest Upon An Upper Floor; - Some Little Luxury There Of Red Morocco'S Gilded Gleam And Vellum Rich As Country Cream. Busts, Cameos, Gems, - Such Things As These, Which Others Often Show For Pride, I Value For Their Power To Please, And Selfish Churls Deride; - One Stradivarius, I Confess, Two Meerschaums, I Would Fain Possess. Wealth'S Wasteful Tricks I Will Not Learn, Nor Ape The Glittering Upstart Fool; - Shall Not Carved Tables Serve My Turn, But All Must Be Of Buhl? Give Grasping Pomp Its Double Share, - I Ask But One Recumbent Chair. Thus Humble Let Me Live And Die, Nor Long For Midas' Golden Touch; If Heaven More Generous Gifts Deny, I Shall Not Miss Them Much, - Too Grateful For The Blessing Lent Of Simple Tastes And Mind Content!