This used to be among my prayers - a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden
I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.
Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense now and then is pleasant. [Lat., Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem: Dulce est desipere in loco.
Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.
The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat
He tells old wives' tales much to the point.