Martial: Lib: 10: Epigram: 47

That which creates a happy life,
Are riches left, not gott with strife,
A fertile, and a thankfull Molde.
A Chimney, that is never colde,
Never to be the Client, nor
But seldome times the Counsellor,
A minde content with what is fitt,
Whose strength doth most consist in witt;
A body, that's nor prone to be
Sick, a prudent simplicity;
Such friends as of ones owne ranke are,
Homely fare not sought from farr,
The table without Arts help spred,
A night in wine not sepulchred,
Yett drowning Cares; a bed that's blest
With true joy, Chastety, and rest,
Such short sweet Slumber as may give
Less time to dye in't, more to live,
Thine owne estate whatsoêre commend,
And wish not for, nor feare thine End.