Classic Poem

You would be free, but cannot? that's a lie;
'Tis easy, there's a simple plan to try.
Cease hunting for choice dinners everywhere,
And be content to drink vin ordinaire;
Let gold inlay on Cinna's table shine,
Nor envy him; and wear a coat like mine,
Waste not your substance on a courtesan;
Lodge simply — 'tis enough for any man.
Rule thus your mind to love but simple things
And you'll be freer than the Parthian Kings.