I Have A Garden Of My Own,

Though I Carry Always Some Ill-nature About Me, Yet It Is, I Hope, No More Than Is In This World Necessary For A Preservative.

How Vainly Men Themselves Amaze, / To Win The Palm, The Oak, Or Bays; / And Their Incessant Labours See / Crowned From Some Single Herb Or Tree.

Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander Solitary There: Two Paradises 'twere In One To Live In Paradise Alone.

And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts Of Vast Eternity.

Self-preservation, Nature's First Great Law, All The Creatures, Except Man, Doth Awe.