130 Gbe <3arDen 



" Me quoties reficit gelidus Digentia rivus, 

 Quid sentire putas, quid credts, amice, precari f 

 Sit mini, quod nunc est, etiam minus, ut mihi vivam 

 Quod superest cevi, si quid superesse volunt Di. 

 Sit dona librorum, et provisos frugis in annum 

 Copia, nefluitem dubies spe pendulus horez , 

 Hoc satis est orassejovem, qui donat et aufert" 



Me when the cold Digentian stream revives, 

 What does my friend believe I think or ask ? 

 I^et me yet less possess, so I may live, 

 Whate'er of life remains, unto myself. 

 May I have books enough, and one year's store, 

 Not to depend upon each doubtful hour ; 

 This is enough of mighty Jove to pray, 

 Who, as he pleases, gives and takes away. 



That which makes the cares of gardening 

 more necessary, or at least more excusable, is, 

 that all men eat fruit that can get it ; so as the 

 choice is only, whether one will eat good or ill ; 

 and between these the difference is not greater 

 in point of taste and delicacy than it is of 

 health : for the first I will only say that who- 

 ever has used to eat good will do very great 

 penance when he comes to ill ; and for the 

 other, I think nothing is more evident than as 

 ill or unripe fruit is extremely unwholesome, 

 and causes so many untimely deaths, or so much 

 sickness about autumn, in all great cities where 

 it is greedily sold as well as eaten ; so no part 

 of diet, in any season, is so healthful, so natural, 



