Andrew Marvell - The second Chorus from Seneca's Tragedy Thyestes lyrics

Stet quicunque volet potens Aulae culmine lubrico etc. Climb at Court for me that will Tottering Favour's slipp'ry hill. All I seek is to lye still. Settled in some secret Nest In calm Leisure let me rest; And far off the publick Stage Pa** away my silent Age. Thus when without noise, unknown, I have liv'd out all my span, I shall dye, without a groan, An old honest Country man. Who expos'd to others Eyes, Into his own Heart ne'r pry's, d**h to him's a Strange surprise.