Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
I spent this sunny day in a churchyard, with a book.
(Not the churchyard in this picture, though - Holywell Cemetery in Oxford, just about the only churchyard where Gray's Elegy doesn't seem appropriate. Not many of the people buried there lived lives of decent obscurity!)