Ev'en Thou my breast with such blest rage inspire, As mov'd the tuneful strings of Davids Lyre - Abraham Cowley

I never had any other desire so strong, and so like to covetousness, as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life only to the culture of them and the study of nature.
And there (with no design beyond my wall) whole and entire to lie, In no unactive ease, and no unglorious poverty.

Unable to corrupt, seek to destroy;
And where their Poysons miss, the Sword employ.

His time is forever, everywhere his place.