God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.