Duke of Suffolk: The happy life be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain, The fruitful ground; the quiet mind; The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule nor governance; Without disease the healthy life; True wisdom joined with simpleness; The night discharged of all care, The quiet mind; The night discharged of all care; Wisdom join with simplicity.
My god i wish this things were truth
Earl of Surrey: Wich of these, your grace, do you not have?
Duke of Suffolk: All of them.
Earl of Surrey: Then you are like me, and like all the romans, and all the barbarians, and all the generations before... Tell me a single soul who has ever find it