For my part, as often as the cooling rivulet Digentia refreshes me( Digentia, of which Mandela drinks, a village wrinkled with cold); what, my friend, do you think are my sentiments, what do you imagine I pray for? Why, that my fortune may remain as it is now; or even[ if it be something] less: and that I may live to myself ,what remains of my time, if the gods will that aught do remain: that I may have a good store of books, and corn provided for the year; lest I fluctuate in suspense of each uncertain hour. But it is sufficient to sue Jove[ for these externals], which he gives and takes away[ at pleasure]; let him grant life, let him grant wealth: I myself will provide equanimity of temper. 