368 LIFE OF COTTON. 



XXXI. 



It is content, alone, that makes 

 Our pilgrimage a pleasure here. 



And who buys sorrow cheapest, takes 

 An ill commodity too dear. 



XXXII. 



But he has fortune's worst withstood ; 



And happiness can never miss, [Who] 

 Can covet nought but where he stood ; 



And thinks him happy where he is. 



