Cleon And I

Cleon hath a million acres, Ne'er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, In a cottage I; Cleon hath a dozen fortunes, Not a penny I: yet the poorer of the twain is Cleon, and not I. Cleon, true, possesseth acres, But the landscape I; Half the charms to me it yieldeth Money cannot buy; Cleon harbours sloth and dulness, Freshening vigour I; He in velvet, I in fustian- Richer man am I. Cleon is a slave to grandeur, Free as thought am I; Cleon fees a score of doctors, Wealth-surrounded, care-environ'd, Cleon fears to die; Death may come, he'll find me ready;- Happier man am I. Cleon sees no charms in Nature, In a daisy I; Cleon hears no anthems singing In the sea and sky; Nature sings to me for ever, Earnest listener I; State for state, with all attendants, Who would change? Not I.