[T]here is no gardening without humility, an assiduous willingness to…

Let your house Be spacious more than splendid, and be books And busts your most conspicuous furniture.

Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, laughs at law, Placing her eggs in whatso nest she will.

Then, without toil, by vale and mountain side, Men found their few and simple wants supplied; Plenty, like dew, dropped subtle from the air, And Earth's fair gifts rose prodigal as prayer. Love, with no charms except its own to lure, Was …

And Clara dies that Claribel may dance.

Friendship craves The commerce of the mind, not the exchange Of emulous feasts that foster sycophants.

Friendship, 'tis said, is love without his wings, And friendship, sir, is sweet enough for me.