What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?

This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.

I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ... I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.

What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?

Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.