Isaac Watts Quotes

In books, or work, or healthful play.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.

I write not for your farthing, but to try. How I your farthing writers, may outvie.

Fancy and humour, early and constantly indulged in, may expect an old age overrun with follies.

Two sentiments alone suffice for man, were he to live the age of the rocks - love, and the contemplation of the Deity.

Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings

thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.

How shall polluted mortals dare To sing Thy glory or Thy grace Beneath Thy feet we lie afar And see but shadows of Thy face.

Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.

One glance of Thine creates a day.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.

Let me be dressed fine as I will Flies worms and flowers exceed me still.

Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things our own meditation must form our judgement.

Hush my dear lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard they bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.