I am not poore, I am not rich; nihil est, nihil deest, I have litle, I want nothing: all my Treasure is in Minerva’s Towre. Greater preferment as I could never get, so am I not in debt for it, I have a competencie (Laus Deo) from my noble and munificent Patrons, though I live still a Collegiat Student, as Democritus in his Garden, and lead a Monastique life, ipse mihi Theatrum, sequestred from those tumults and trobles of the world,

Robert Burton, The anatomy of melancholy, Oxford, 1989, p. 77