The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.