Whatever works for you, O World, works for me. Nothing can be out of season for me if it's in season for you. Whatever your seasons bring, I will always see as good fruit and growth. O Nature! All things come from you, exist in you, and return to you. If someone could say of Athens, 'You lovely city of Cecrops,' shouldn't I say of the world, 'You lovely city of God?'
Whatsoever is expedient unto thee, O World, is expedient unto me; nothing can either be 'unseasonable unto me, or out of date, which unto thee is seasonable. Whatsoever thy seasons bear, shall ever by me be esteemed as happy fruit, and increase. O Nature! from thee are all things, in thee all things subsist, and to thee all tend. Could he say of Athens, Thou lovely city of Cecrops; and shalt not thou say of the world, Thou lovely city of God?