“Laudandis pretiosior ruinis.”

          ["More precious from her glorious ruins.” 
          —­Sidonius Apollinaris, Carm., xxiii.; Narba, v. 62.]

she yet in her very tomb retains the marks and images of empire: 

          “Ut palam sit, uno in loco gaudentis opus esse naturx.”

     ["That it may be manifest that there is in one place the work of
     rejoicing nature.”—­Pliny, Nat.  Hist., iii. 5.]

Some would blame and be angry at themselves to perceive themselves tickled with so vain a pleasure our humours are never too vain that are pleasant let them be what they may, if they constantly content a man of common understanding, I could not have the heart to blame him.

I am very much obliged to Fortune, in that, to this very hour, she has offered me no outrage beyond what I was well able to bear.  Is it not her custom to let those live in quiet by whom she is not importuned?

                   “Quanto quisque sibi plum negaverit,
                    A diis plum feret:  nil cupientium
                    Nudus castra peto . . . . 
                    Multa petentibus
                    Desunt multa.”

["The more each man denies himself, the more the gods give him.  Poor as I am, I seek the company of those who ask nothing; they who desire much will be deficient in much.”  —­Horace, Od., iii. 16,21,42.]

If she continue her favour, she will dismiss me very well satisfied: 

“Nihil supra
Deos lacesso.”

["I trouble the gods no farther.”—­Horace, Od., ii. 18, 11.]

But beware a shock:  there are a thousand who perish in the port.  I easily comfort myself for what shall here happen when I shall be gone, present things trouble me enough: 

“Fortunae caetera mando.”

["I leave the rest to fortune.”—­Ovid, Metam., ii. 140.]

Besides, I have not that strong obligation that they say ties men to the future, by the issue that succeeds to their name and honour; and peradventure, ought less to covet them, if they are to be so much desired.  I am but too much tied to the world, and to this life, of myself:  I am content to be in Fortune’s power by circumstances properly necessary to my being, without otherwise enlarging her jurisdiction over me; and have never thought that to be without children was a defect that ought to render life less complete or less contented:  a sterile vocation has its conveniences too.  Children are of the number of things that are not so much to be desired, especially now that it would be so hard to make them good: 

      “Bona jam nec nasci licet, ita corrupta Bunt semina;”

     ["Nothing good can be born now, the seed is so corrupt.” 
     —­Tertullian, De Pudicita.]

and yet they are justly to be lamented by such as lose them when they have them.

He who left me my house in charge, foretold that I was like to ruin it, considering my humour so little inclined to look after household affairs.  But he was mistaken; for I am in the same condition now as when I first entered into it, or rather somewhat better; and yet without office or any place of profit.