Turns out the poem is historical:-

My Friend, The Things That Do Attain

    MY friend, the things that do attain
    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;
    The household of continuance;
    The mean diet, no dainty fare;
    Wisdom joined with simpleness;
    The night discharged of all care,
    Where wine the wit may not oppress:
    The faithful wife, without debate;
    Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
    Content thyself with thine estate,
    Neither wish death, nor fear his might.
    Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
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