Quotes by Isaac Watts

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.

I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.