John Mundy - Who loves a life - текст песни (слова)

Who loves a life devoid of quiet rest,
 And seeks content in dens of cruel care;
 Who most triumphs, when most he is opprest,
 And weens him free, when fast he is in snare;
 Who in the sweet doth find the sourest tast,
 His life is love, his food is vain repast.