DAFFODIL: REGARD
The Golden Rule

Do onto others as you would have others do onto you.

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DAFFODILS
William Wordsworth

"I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw I, at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they outdid the sparkling waves in glee; a poet could not but be gay in such a jocund company; I gazed - and gazed - but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie, in vacant or in pensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude; and then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils."

DAISIES
Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Yet, ah, my path is sweet on either side... and long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, the world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road, a gateless garden, and an open path."

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April, "Journey"

THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE

WHEN in the Course of human Events, it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Political Bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the Powers of the Earth, the separate and equal Station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent Respect to the Opinions of Mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the Separation. WE hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness -- That to secure these Rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these Ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its Foundation on such Principles, and organizing its Powers in such Form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient Causes; and accordingly all Experience hath shewn, that Mankind are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the Forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long Train of Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future Security. Such has been the patient Sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the Necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The History of the present King of Great-Britain is a History of repeated Injuries and Usurpations, all having in direct Object the Establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid World.

DESIDERATA
Max Ehrmann

"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."  ~

Max Ehrmann, "Desiderata"

WHITE HOUSE EASTER EGG ROLL

1878-1908

After Congress passes a law banning egg rolling on the Capitol grounds in 1876, President and Mrs. Hayes give the Easter egg roll an official home on the White House Lawn in 1878. In 1889, President Benjamin Harrison requests "The President's Own," Marine Band to play at the egg roll, with John Philip Sousa directing; children sail egg-shell boats in the fountain. President Theodore and Mrs. Roosevelt host the event, which Mrs. Roosevelt notes in her diary, "The garden was full all the morning of children & people who come for the egg rolling," Edith Kermit Roosevelt, April 4, 1904."

1909-1938

"The next events that stand out were Easter, and the egg-rolling in the White House grounds on Easter Monday. All the families of the Cabinet were invited, and many friends with their children. It is really an unusual sight -- the thousands of youngsters, white and black, all with gaily coloured baskets filled with eggs and rabbits; all moving towards the south portico where the President came to greet them, and where we stood for many minutes watching the kaleidoscope of colour." Edith Bolling Wilson, April 21, 1916, My Memoir. Canceled in 1917, because of WW I, President and Mrs. Harding resume the event in 1921."

1939-1968

President Franklin and Mrs. Roosevelt host the event until World War II intervenes in 1942. "The average attendance at the Easter Egg Rolling was 53,108. The record shows that 180 children were lost and found; two people were sent to the emergency hospital; six people fainted and twenty-two had to be treated for small abrasions. At the end of the day after the Easter Egg Rolling the grounds were really a shambles but, thanks to the men who took care of them, by nine o'clock the next morning they were as neat and tidy and beautiful as ever," Eleanor Roosevelt, This I Remember. President and Mrs. Eisenhower resume the Egg Roll in 1953."

1969-1998

First Ladies Mrs. Nixon, Mrs. Ford, Mrs. Carter, Mrs. Reagan, and Mrs. Bush add egg-rolling races, spoons from the White House kitchen, Ukrainian egg-decorating demonstrations, souvenir eggs, egg hunts, and Easter cards to the festivities. Mrs. Clinton expands the egg roll to the Ellipse in1993, and to cyberspace in 1998, when President and Mrs. Clinton host the 120th anniversary of the Egg Roll. "This colorful festival, created by children, found its way to the White House in 1878, and is one of the oldest traditions of this grand old home of Presidents." Hillary Rodham Clinton, The White House Easter Egg Roll."

"The eminences and smooth lawns of the grounds were emerald clad and daisy decked. In every direction the eye was caught by the tender spring bushes of blossoming nature, gleaming here and there from parterres of hyacinths, tulips and a bewildering variety of other bulbous beauties, and again from the bud-laden boughs of trees and shrubs." The Evening Star, Monday, April 11, 1898 "... the occasion was not without beauty, for the trees and shrubs were out in their greens. A single cherry tree was alive with color; magnolias were in a profusion of blooms, and along the iron rails leading from the south portico to the ground, honeysuckle appeared almost ready to bloom." The Evening Star, Monday, April 1, 1929 "Yellow and white tulips, bordered by white pansies, ringed the fountain, and camellias, azaleas and dogwood bloomed." Associated Press, Monday, April 1968 "It was a great day for an egg roll... the pink magnolias were in full bloom, and the grass was a brilliant green." The Washington Post, April 5, 1983

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ECCLESIASTES 3: 1-8
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

SUCCESS DEPENDS ON THE AIM
Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Success depends on the Aim, not on the means. Look at the mark, not on your arrow"

Journal, May 17, 1840

EMERSON: THE SPIRIT SPORTS WITH TIME
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus.

"The Over-Soul"

We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal one. And this deep power in which we exist and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the subject and the object, are one. We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are the shining parts, is the soul... The soul circumscribes all things. As I have said, it contradicts all experience. In like manner it abolishes time and space. The influence of the senses has in most men overpowered the mind to the degree that the walls of time and space have come to look real and insurmountable, and to speak with levity of these limits is, in the world, the sign of insanity. Yet time and space are but inverse measures of the force of the soul. The spirit sports with time, can crowd eternity into an hour, or stretch an hour to eternity.

"Circles"

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world. St. Augustine described the nature of God as a circle whose center was everywhere and its circumference nowhater. We are all our lifetime reading the copious sense of this first of forms....Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning...

"Nature"

A subtle chain of countless rings the next unto the farthest brings; the eye reads omens where it goes, and speaks all languages the rose... Standing on the bare ground,--my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,--all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of parcel of God. As we go back in history, language becomes more picturesque, until its infancy, when it is all poetry; or all spiritual facts are represented by natural symbols....The world is emblematic. Parts of speech are metaphors, because the whole of nature is a metaphor of the human mind. The laws of moral nature answer to those of matter as face to face in a glass....There seems to be a necessity in spirit to manifest itself in material forms; and day and night, river and storm, beast and bird, acid and alkali, preexist in necessary ideas in the mind of God, and are what they are by virtue of preceding affections in the world of spirit....A life in harmony with Nature, the love of truth and of virtue, will purge the eyes to understand her text....But when, following the invisible step of thought, we come to inquire, Whence is matter? and Whereto? many truths arise to us out of the recesses of consciousness. We learn that the highest is present to the soul...that spirit creates; that behind nature, throughout nature, spirit is present; one and not compound it does not act upon us from without, that is, in space and time, but spiritually, or through ourselves...This view, which admonishes me where the sources of wisdom and power lie, and points to virtue as to the golden key which opens the palace of eternity, carries upon its face the highest certificate of truth, because it animates me to create my own world. VI. Idealism. Nature is made to conspire with spirit to emancipate us....The remotest spaces of nature are visited, and the farthest sundered thing are brought together, by a subtile spiritual connection. We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet.

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EMILY DICKINSON'S SPRING FLOWERS
Emily Dickinson

#812 "A Light exists in Spring/ Not present on the Year/ At any other period -/ When March is scarcely here/ A Color stands abroad/ On Solitary Fields/ That Science cannot overtake/ But Human Nature feels."

#1337 "Upon a Lilac Sea/ To toss incessantly/ His Plush Alarm/ Who fleeing from the Spring/ The Spring avenging fling/ To Dooms of Balm--"

#1755 "To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,/ One clover, and a bee,/ And revery./ The revery alone will do, If bees are few."

#142 "Hush! Epigea wakens!/ The Crocus stirs her lids -/ Rhodora's cheek is crimson,/ She's dreaming of the woods!"

#31 "For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb/ And row my blossoms o'er!/ Pray gather me -/ Anemone -/ Thy flower - forevermore!"

EMILY DICKINSON'S SUMMER FLOWERS
Emily Dickinson

#322 "There came a Day at Summer's full,/ Entirely for me -/ I thought that such were for the Saints,/ Where Resurrection - be -/ The Sun, as common, went abroad,/ The flowers, accustomed, blew,/ As if no soul the solstice passed/ That maketh all things new -"

#163 "Roses of a steadfast summer/ In a steadfast land,/ Where no Autumn lifts her pencil -/ And no Reapers Stand!"

#19 "A sepal, petal, and a thorn/ Upon a common summer's morn -/ A flask of Dew - A Bee or two -/ A breeze a caper in the trees -/ And I'm a Rose!"

#1582 "Where Roses would not dare to go,/ What Heart would risk the way -/ And so I send my Crimson Scouts/ To sound the Enemy -"

#93 "Was grateful for the Roses/ In life's diverse bouquet -/ Talked softly of new species/ To pick another day"

EMILY DICKINSON'S AUTUMN FLOWERS
Emily Dickinson

#12 The morns are meeker than they were -/ The nuts are getting brown -/ The berry's cheek is plumper -/ The Rose is out of town./ The Maple wears a gayer scarf -/ The field a scarlet gown -/ Lest I should be old fashioned/ I'll put a trinket on."

#213 "Did the Harebell loose her girdle/ To the lover Bee/ Would the Bee the Harebell Hallow/ Much as formerly?"

#342 "The Wild Rose - redden in the Bog -/ The Aster - on the Hill/ Her everlasting fashion - set -/ And Covenant Gentians - frill-"

#1624 " with no surprise/ To any happy Flower/ The Frost beheads it at its play -/ In accidental power--"

#229 "A Burdock - clawed my Gown -/ Not Burdock's - blame -/ But mine -/ Who went too near the Burdock's Den -"

EMILY DICKINSON'S WINTER FLOWERS
Emily Dickinson

#258 "There's a certain Slant of light,/ Winter Afternoons -/ That oppresses, like the Heft/ Of Cathedral Tunes -/ Heavenly Hurt, it gives us -/ We can find no scar,/ But internal difference,/ Where the Meanings, are --"

#486 "I was the slightest in the House -/ I took the smallest Room -/ At night, my little Lamp, and Book -/ And one Geranium--"

#525 "I think the Hemlock likes to stand/ Upon a marge of Snow -/ It suits his own Austerity -/ And satisfies an awe"

#339 "I tend my flowers of thee -/ Bright Absentee!/ My Fuchsia's Coral Seams/ Rip - while the Sower - dreams--"

#100 "This meekest flowers of the mead/ Upon a winter's day,/ Stands representative in gold/ Of Rose and Lily, manifold"

Emily Dickinson's Seasonal Flowers Fours: Four Print Suite

FENNEL: WORTHY OF ALL PRAISE
Hymn - "For The Beauty of the Earth"

For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies, For the love which from our birth over and around us lies: For the beauty of each hour of the day and of the night, Hill and vale, and tree and flower, sun and moon and stars of light: For the joy of ear and eye, for the heart and mind's delight, For the mystic harmony linking sense to sound and sight: For the joy of human love, brother, sister, parent, child, friends on earth and friends above; for all gentle thoughts and mild: Refrain: Lord of all to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.

FIREPLACE WITH STOCKINGS
Louisa May Alcott

Christmas Day 1843. I rose early and sat looking at the Bon-bons in my stocking. This is the piece of poetry which Mother wrote for me ..."Louisa my dear, then happy we'll be, Gladsome and free, God with you abide, With love for your guide, in time you'll go right, with heart and with might."

Louisa May Alcott Journal, December 25, 1843.
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FLOWERS IN SPRING, THE

The central bouquet include Anemone (Anemone coronaria), Hyacinth (Hyacinthus orientalis), Narcissus (Narcissus poeticus), Poppy, (Papaver rhoeas), Snowdrop (Galanthus nivalis), and Tulip (Tulipa gesneriana), mentioned in the four featured corner texts:

The poppy in her radiance is translucent, and the tulip in her utter redness has a touch of opaque earth. The Adonis-blood anemone is neither translucent nor opaque. It is just pure condensed red, of a velvetiness without velvet, and a scarlet without glow... the premonition in redness of summer and of autumn.
D. H. Lawrence, Phoenix, 1936

While I am busy with pleasant preparation and larger hope, I rejoice in the beauty of the pure white Snowdrops I found blossoming in their sunny corner when I arrived on the first of April, fragile winged things with their delicate sea-green markings and fresh, grass-like leaves.
Celia Thaxter, An Island Garden, 1894

From the mountain-top the sweet-featured anemone showed its face. The hyacinth said to the jasmine, "Peace be upon you," the latter replied, "Upon you be peace; come, lad, into the meadow!..." The busy narcissus winked at the verdure; the verdure understood...
Jalal-ud-Din Rumi, "What the Flowers Said," 13th Century

But now you love a hyacinth. So much the better. You have gained a new source of enjoyment, and it is well to have as many holds on happiness as possible... At any rate, however, I am pleased that you have learnt to love a hyacinth. The mere habit of learning to love is the thing...
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey, 1817

The outermost border includes texts from the 8th century through the 17th century. The border includes drawings of the flora and fauna mentioned in these texts, including: anemones, cherry blossoms, columbines, cowslips, fig leaves, grape leaves, peach blossoms, turtle doves, and violets. The texts from Homer to Basho include:

Everywhere appeared meadows of softest verdure purpled o'er with violets: it was a scene to fill a god from heaven with wonder and delight.
Homer, The Odyssey, 8th Century B.C.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; the fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance.
Song 2:11-13, 4th ­ 3rd Century B.C.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: and yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Matthew 6: 28-29, 1st Century

O, my mind is at ease! Peach blossoms and flowing streams pass away without trace. How different from the mundane world!
Li P'o , 7th Century  

The turtle's voice is heard, dove so sweet; the winter is gone, with all his rain; come forth now with thine eyes columbine!
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales, 1386

Where the bee sucks, there suck I. In a cowslip's bell I lie.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest, 1611

How fresh, oh Lord, how sweet and clean are thy returns! even as the flowers in spring.
George Herbert, "The Flower," 1633

Many things of the past are brought to my mind, as I stand in the garden starring at a cherry tree.
Basho, 17th Century

The top and bottom panels include texts from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, and the left and right vertical panels include drawings of the flora and fauna mentioned in the texts, including cherry blossoms, daffodils, irises, lilacs, orioles, pear tree blooms, rhodoras, thrushes, wall flowers, and tulips. The top panel has the following texts, from Wordsworth to Hopkins:

I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd - a host of golden daffodils; beside the lake beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze...
William Wordsworth, 1806

Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why this charm is wasted on the earth and sky, tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, then Beauty is its own excuse for being...
Ralph Waldo Emerson, "The Rhodora," 1834

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal, ­ that is your success. All nature is your congratulation...
Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854

Between My Country ­ and the Others ­ There is a Sea - But Flowers - negotiate between us - As Ministry.
Emily Dickinson, c. 1864

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, little flower ­ but if I could understand what you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1869

To glide with thee O soul, o'er all, in all, as a ship o'er the waters; gathering these hints, the preludes, the blue sky, the grass, the morning drops of dew, the lilac-scent, the bushes with dark green heart-shaped leaves...to grace the bush I love - to sing with the birds, a warble for joy of lilac-time, returning in reminiscence.
Walt Whitman, "Warble for Lilac Time," 1870

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; thrush¹s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing; the glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush the descending blue; that blue is all in a rush with richness.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1877

The bottom panel includes the following texts from Edgar Fawcett to William Carlos Williams:

How falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly in tropic splendor through our Northern sky? At some glad moment was it nature¹s choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice? Or did some orange tulip, flaked with black, in some forgotten garden, ages back, yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard, desire unspeakably to be a bird?
Edgar Fawcett, 1886

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough, and stands about the woodland ride wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, twenty will not come again, and take from seventy springs a score, it only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom fifty springs are little room, about the woodlands I will go to see the cherry hung with snow.
A.E. Housman, 1896

Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair highway... On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in fragrances aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in gossamer fancies and iris hopes; our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams...
Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Golden Road, 1913

It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Spring," 1921

The May sun - whom all things imitate - that glues small leaves to the wooden trees, shone from the sky through blue gauze clouds upon the ground. Under the leafy trees where the suburban streets lay crossed, with houses on each corner, tangled shadows had begun to join the roadway and the lawns. With excellent precision the tulip bed inside the iron fence upreared its gaudy yellow, white and red, rimmed round with grass, reposedly.
William Carlos Williams, "The Tulip Bed," 1938

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FLOWERS OF KEATS, THE
John Keats

I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, a fresh-blown musk-rose; it was the first that threw its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew as is the wand that Queen Titania wields...."To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses" When it is moving on luxurious wings, the soul is lost in pleasant smotherings: fair dewy roses brush against our faces, and flowering laurels spring from diamond vases..."I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill"

What is more gentle than a wind in summer? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer that stays one moment in an open flower, and buzzes cheerily from bower to bower? What is more tranquil than a musk-rose blowing..."Sleep and Poetry"

Here are some sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight: with wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, and taper fingers catching at all things, to bind them all about with tiny rings..."I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill"

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothiness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to earth. "Endymion"

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FROM WONDER INTO WONDER
Lao Tzu

There is something complete and nebulous which existed before the Heaven and Earth, silent, invisible, unchanging, standing as One, unceasing, ever-revolving, able to be the Mother of the World. I do not know its name and call it Tao...From the Tao, the One is created; from the One, Two; from the Two, Three; from the Three, myriad things

Oftentimes without intention I see the wonder of Tao. Oftentimes with intention I see its manifestations; both of these are the same in origin. They are distinguished by names after their emergence. Their identification is called mystery. From mystery to further mystery there is an entrance to all wonders.

From wonder into wonder existence opens. Tao Te Ching.

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FRUITS OF SOLITUDE
William Penn

"Do Good with what thou hast, or it will do thee no good.
Seek not to be Rich, but Happy. The one lies in Bags,
the other in Content: which Wealth can never give.
We are apt to call things by wrong Names. We will have
Prosperity to be Happiness, and Adversity to be Misery;
though that is the School of Wisdom, and
oftentimes the way to Eternal Happiness.
If thou wouldest be Happy, bring thy Mind to thy Condition,
and have an Indifferency for more than what is sufficient.
Have little to do, and do it thy self:
And do to others as thou wouldest have them do to thee:
So, thou canst not fail of Temporal Felicity"