“Non agimur tumidis velis Aquilone secundo,
               Non tamen adversis aetatem ducimus Austris
               Viribus, ingenio, specie, virtute, loco, re,
               Extremi primorum, extremis usque priores.”

["The northern wind does not agitate our sails; nor Auster trouble our course with storms.  In strength, talent, figure, virtue, honour, wealth, we are short of the foremost, but before the last.”  —­Horace, Ep., ii. 2, 201.]

I had only need of what was sufficient to content me:  which nevertheless is a government of soul, to take it right, equally difficult in all sorts of conditions, and that, of custom, we see more easily found in want than in abundance:  forasmuch, peradventure, as according to the course of our other passions, the desire of riches is more sharpened by their use than by the need of them:  and the virtue of moderation more rare than that of patience; and I never had anything to desire, but happily to enjoy the estate that God by His bounty had put into my hands.  I have never known anything of trouble, and have had little to do in anything but the management of my own affairs:  or, if I have, it has been upon condition to do it at my own leisure and after my own method; committed to my trust by such as had a confidence in me, who did not importune me, and who knew my humour; for good horsemen will make shift to get service out of a rusty and broken-winded jade.

Even my infancy was trained up after a gentle and free manner, and exempt from any rigorous subjection.  All this has helped me to a complexion delicate and incapable of solicitude, even to that degree that I love to have my losses and the disorders wherein I am concerned, concealed from me.  In the account of my expenses, I put down what my negligence costs me in feeding and maintaining it;

                              “Haec nempe supersunt,
               Quae dominum fallunt, quae prosunt furibus.”

               ["That overplus, which the owner knows not of,
               but which benefits the thieves”—­Horace, Ep., i. 645]

I love not to know what I have, that I may be less sensible of my loss; I entreat those who serve me, where affection and integrity are absent, to deceive me with something like a decent appearance.  For want of constancy enough to support the shock of adverse accidents to which we are subject, and of patience seriously to apply myself to the management of my affairs, I nourish as much as I can this in myself, wholly leaving all to fortune “to take all things at the worst, and to resolve to bear that worst with temper and patience”; that is the only thing I aim at, and to which I apply my whole meditation.  In a danger, I do not so much consider how I shall escape it, as of how little importance it is, whether I escape it or no:  should I be left dead upon the place, what matter?  Not being able to govern