In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.