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or are attended by the insanity of miserliness, that they are to be justly made a subject of ridicule or censure. -R. CHAMBERS.

The fewer things a man wants, the nearer he is to God.

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spread out for sale, he exclaimed:

"How much there is in the world that I do not want."

Diogenes being asked why it was that the philosophers sought the society of the rich much more than the latter sought theirs, replied,

"Because philosophers know what they want, and the others do not."

Our portion is not large, indeed,
But then how little do we need,
For nature's calls are few!

In this the art of living lies,
To want no more than may suffice,
And make that little do.

We'll therefore relish with content,
Whate'er kind Providence has sent,
Nor aim beyond our power;
For, if our stock be very small,
'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present hour.



"Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long."

'Tis not with me exactly so,

But 'tis so in the song.

My wants are many, and if told,
Would muster many a score;

And were each wish a mint of Gold,
I still should long for more.

What first I want is daily bread,

And canvas-backs and wine;

And all the realms of nature spread

Before me when I dine;

With four choice cooks from France, beside

To dress my dinner well;

Four courses scarcely can provide

My appetite to quell.

What next I want at heavy cost,

Is elegant attire ;

Black sable furs for winter's frost,

And silks for summer's fire;

And Cashmere shawls, and Brussels lace

My bosom's front to deck,

And diamond rings my hands to grace,

And rubies for my neck.

And then I want a mansion fair,

A dwelling-house in style,

Four stories high, for wholesome air

A massive marble pile;

With halls for banquettings and balls,
All furnish'd rich and fine;

With high-blood steeds in fifty stalls,
And cellars for my wine.

I want a garden and a park,
My dwelling to surround-

A thousand acres (bless the mark!)

With walls encompassed round-

Where flocks may range and herds may low,

And kids and lambkins play,

And flowers and fruits commingled grow,

All Eden to display.

I want, when summer's foliage falls,

And autumn strips the trees,

A house within the city's walls,
For comfort and for ease;

But here, as space is somewhat scant,
And acres somewhat rare,

My house in town I only want
To occupy a square.

I want a steward, butler, cooks;
A coachman, footman, grooms;
A library of well-bound books;
And picture-garnished rooms;

I want a cabinet profuse,

Of medals, coins, and gems;
A printing-press for private use,
Of fity-thousand ems;

And plants, and minerals, and shells;

Worms, insects, fishes, birds;

And every beast on earth that dwells

In solitude or herds.

I want a board of burnish'd plate,
Of silver and of gold;

Tureens, of twenty pounds in weight,
And sculpture's richest mould;

Plateaus, with chandeliers and lamps, Plates, dishes-all the same;

And porcelain vases, with the stamps
Of Sevres and Angouleme.

And maples of fair glossy stain,
Must form my chamber doors,
And carpets of the Wilton grain
Must cover all my floors;

My walls with tapestry bedeck'd,
Must never be outdone;

And damask curtains must protect
Their colours from the sun.

And mirrors of the largest pane,
From Venice must be brought;
And sandal-wood and bamboo-cane
For chairs and tables bought;
On all the mantel-pieces, clocks
Of thrice-gilt bronze must stand,
And screens of ebony and box
Invite the stranger's hand.

I want (who does not want?) a wife,
Affectionate and fair,

To solace all the woes of life,

And all its joys to share.

Of temper sweet, of yielding will,

Of firm yet placid mind,

With all my faults to love me still,

With sentiment refined.

And as time's car incessant runs,

And fortune fills my store,

I want of daughters and of sons
From eight to half a score.

I want (alas! can mortal dare
Such bliss on earth to crave?)

That all the girls be chaste and fair--
The boys all wise and brave.

And when my bosom's darling sings,
With melody divine,

A pedal harp of many strings
Must with her voice combine.
Piano, exquisitely wrought,

Must open stand, apart,

That all my daughters may be taught
To win the stranger's heart.

My wife and daughters will desire
Refreshment from perfumes,
Cosmetics for the skin require,
And artificial blooms.

The civet fragrance shall dispense,
And treasured sweets return;
Cologne revive the flagging sense,
And smoking amber burn.

And when at night my weary head
Begins to droop and dose,

A chamber south, to hold my bed,
For Nature's safe repose;

With blankets, counterpanes, and sheets,

Mattress, and sack of down,

And comfortables for my feet,

And pillows for my crown.

I want a warm and faithful friend,

To cheer the adverse hour,
Who ne'er to flatter will descend,
Nor bend the knee to power;

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