To die nor let me wish nor fear; among
My joys mix griefs, griefs that not last too long:
My age be happy; and when Fate shall claim
30My thread of life, let me survive in fame.
Enough: the gods are pleas'd; the flames aspire,
And crackling laurel triumphs in the fire.
E Catalectis Vet[erum] Poet[arum]
A small well-gotten stock and country seat
I have, yet my content makes both seem great.