This poem has nothing to do with gardening directly, but it is a wonderful poem and I wanted to share it.
Excerpts from The Temple | George Herbert (1593-1633)
By all means find some time to be alone
Salute thyself and see what thy soul wears
Dare to look into thy chest, for it is thine own.
Tumble up and down what thou findest there.
The one who cannot rest until good fellows he finds,
He breaks up his house and turns out of door his mind.
Be useful where thou livest so others may
Both want and wish for thy pleasing presence still.
Kindness, good parts, great places are the way
To accomplish this. Find out men’s wants and will
And meet them there. All wordly joys are less
Than the one joy of doing kindnessess.
Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes
Error a fault and truth discourtesy.
Why should I feel another man’s mistakes
More than his sickness or poverty?
In love I should: But anger is not love.
Nor wisdom neither, therefore gently move.
Scorn no one’s love, though of a mean degree;
(Love is a present for a mighty king.).
Much less make anyone thy enemy.
As guns destroy, so may a little sling.
The cunning workman never refuses
The most inferior tool that he might happen to use.
If thou dost ill, the joy fades, not the pains:
If well, the pain fades, the joy remains.
May your day be inspired and lovely,