If ever I more riches did desire
Than cleanliness and quiet do require,
If e'er Ambition did my fancy cheat,
With any wish so mean as to be great,
Continue, Heav'n, still from me to remove
The humble blessings of that life I love. 

Upon the slipp'ry tops of human state,
The gilded pinnacles of fate,
Let others proudly stand, and for awhile
The giddy danger to beguile,
With joy and with disdain look down on all,
Till their heads turn, and down they fall.  

Me, O ye Gods, on earth, or else so near,
That I no fall to earth may fear,
And, O ye gods, at a good distance seat
From the long ruins of the great.
Here wrap'd in the arms of Quiet le me lie;
Quiet, companion of Obscurity. 
Here let my life with as much silence slide
As time, that measures it, does glide.

Nor let the breath of Infamy or Fame
From town to town echo about my name,
Nor let my homely death embroider'd be
With scutcheon or with elegy:
An old plebeian let me die.
Alas, all then are such as well as I. 

To him, alas, to him, I fear,
The face of Death will terrible appear,
Who in his life flatt'ring his senseless pride
By being known to all the world beside,
Does not himself, when he is dying, know,
Nor what he is, nor whither he's to go.