He does nothing, but considers himself a great genius. Being always half asleep he dreams that he is wise, but it is only a dream. Above all things, let us avoid conceited idleness. Let us labour with all our might, and ever cultivate a humble spirit.
We for whom God the Son came down,
And laboured for our good,
How careless to secure the crown
He purchased with his blood.
Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still
And never act our parts?
Come Holy Dove with sacred fire,
Inflame our frozen hearts.