To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like

How Deeply Seated In The Human Heart Is The Liking For Gardens And Gardening.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

Fame Is But An Inscription On A Grave, And Glory The Melancholy Blazon On A Coffin Lid.

The World Is Not So Much In Need Of New Thoughts As That When Thought Grows Old And Worn With Usage It Should, Like Current Coin, Be Called In, And, From The Mint Of Genius, Reissued Fresh And New.

To Be Occasionally Quoted Is The Only Fame I Care For.