In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.