Fortunatus Nimium

I I have lain in the sun, I have toiled as I might, I have thought as I would, And now it is night. II My bed full of sleep, My heart of content For mirth that I met The way that I went. III I welcome fatigue While frenzy and care, Like thin summer clouds, Go melting in air. IV To dream as I may And awake when I will, With the song of the birds And the sun on the hill. V Or death were it death, To what should I wake, Who loved in my home All life for its sake? VI What good have I wrought? I laugh to have learned That joy cannot come Unless it be earned: VII For a happier lot Than God giveth me It never hath been Nor ever shall be.