In the Centre of a Copse, intersected by irregular Walks, at Micclesfield Green, Herts, the Residence of Lord Edward Bentinck.

Here sleep, Ambition! be this cell thy tomb; —
Vanish, and give the calmer passions room.
Avaunt, vain world! this solitary grove
Nor fears thy malice, nor invites thy love.
And, though like thine its dark and winding maze
'Tangles our path, and for a while betrays,
Let patience guide, and, one short trial past,
Content shall greet us in this spot at last.