I want Death to find me planting my cabbages, neither worrying about it nor the unfinished gardening. I once saw a man die who, right to the last, kept lamenting that destiny had cut the thread of the history he was writing when he had only got up to our fifteenth or sixteenth king! [B] Illud in his rebus non addunt, nec tibi earum Jam desiderium rerum super insidet una! [They never add, that desire for such things does not linger on in your remains!]33
