What yonder is I little reck to know,
Provided I be happy here below;
The future world will soon enough arise,
When the present in ruin lies.
’Tis from this earth my stream of pleasure flows,
This sun it is that shines upon my woes;
And, were I once from this my home away,
Then happen freely what happen may.
Nor hope in me it moves, nor fear,
If then, as now, we hate and love;