Is to create; and gives a god-like joy, 110

Which every year improves. Nor thou disdain

To check the lawless riot of the trees,

To plant the grove, or turn the barren mould.

O happy he! whom, when his years decline,

(His fortune and his fame by worthy means 115

Attain’d, and equal to his moderate mind;

His life approv’d by all the wise and good,

Even envied by the vain) the peaceful groves

Of Epicurus, from this stormy world,