I am satisfied with my rye-bread, and the cool water from my fountain." Jasmin remained faithful to these rules of conduct during his life.
Though he afterwards made a visit to Paris, it was only for a short time; but his native town of Agen, his home on the Gravier, his shop, his wife and his children, continued to be his little paradise.

His muse soared over him like a guardian angel, giving him songs for his happiness and consolation for his sorrows.

He was, above all things, happy in his wife.

She cheered him, strengthened him, and consoled him.
He thus portrayed her in one of his poems: "Her eyes like sparkling stars of heavenly blue; Her cheeks so sweet, so round, and rosy; Her hair so bright, and brown, and curly; Her mouth so like a ripened cherry; Her teeth more brilliant than the snow." Jasmin was attached to his wife, not only by her beauty, but by her good sense.

She counselled and advised him in everything.