I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but caring little for it, and even less about the imperfections of my garden.


Essays (1580, ed. M. Rat, 1958) bk. 1, ch. 20


I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but caring little for it, and even less about the imperfections of my garden.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but caring little for it, and even less about the imperfections of my garden.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but caring little for it, and even less about the imperfections of my garden.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but caring little for it, and even less about the imperfections of my garden.