I had rather be shut up in a very modest cottage with my books, my family and a few old friends, dining on simple bacon, and letting the world roll on as it liked, than to occupy the most splendid post, which any human power can give.
I love this English cottage. My humble abode has flower gardens but alas no flowering vines creeping along the walls.
It won't be long before spring is upon us. I am eager to work in the warm earth.