Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.