Chorus from Thyestes — Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Climb at Court for me that will Tottering favour's pinnacle; All I seek is to lie still. Settled in some secret nest In calm leisure let me rest; And far off the public stage Pass away my silent age. Thus when without noise, unknown, I have liv'd out all my span, I shall die, without a groan, An old honest country man. Who expos'd to others' eyes, Into his own heart ne'er pries, Death to him's a strange surprise. — Andrew Marvell'in çevirisinden (kamuya açık) / from Andrew Marvell's translation (public domain)