All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.
As the stars are the glory of the sky, so great men are the glory of their country, yea, of the whole earth. The hearts of great men are the stars of earth; and doubtless when one looks down from above upon our planet, these hearts are seen to send forth, a silvery light just like the stars of heaven.
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.