O sacred solitude, divine retreat, /Choice of the prudent, envy of the great! /By the pure stream, or in the waving shade I court fair/ Wisdom, that celestial maid.

There from the ways of man, laid safe ashore/ I smile to hear the distant tempest roar./ There, happy, and with business unperplexed, /This life I relish and secure the next. Edward Young: plaque at Hawthorden Castle.