Isaac Watts Quotes - Page 4

The tulip and the butterfly Appear in gayer coats than I: Let me be dressed fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

He rules the world with truth and grace, and makes the nations prove, the glories of His righteousness and wonders of His love.

Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.

Let dogs delight to bark and bite, for God hath made them so.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

I would not change my native landFor rich Peru with all her gold

Earth, thou great footstool of our God, who reigns on high; thou fruitful source of all our raiment, life, and food; our house, our parent, and our nurse.

Do not hover always on the surface of things, nor take up suddenly with mere appearances; but penetrate into the depth of matters, as far as your time and circumstances allow, especially in those things which relate to your profession.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.

Affect not little shifts and subterfuges to avoid the force of an argument.

The child taught to believe any occurrence a good or evil omen, or any day of the week lucky, hath a wide inroad made upon the soundness of his understanding.

Academical disputation gives vigor and briskness to the mind thus exercised, and relieves the languor of private study and meditation.

For one drop calls another down, till we are drowned in seas of grief.

I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.

I love the soul that dares tread the temptations of his years beneath his youthful feet.

At books, or work, or healthy play, Let all my years be passed; That I may give for every day A good account at last.

When general observations are drawn from so many particulars as to become certain and indisputable, these are jewels of knowledge.

A flower, when offered in the bud, is no vain sacrifice.

Poesy and oratory omit things not essential, and insert little beautiful digressions, in order to place everything in the most effective light.

What bliss will fill the ransomed souls, when they in glory dwell, to see the sinner as he rolls, in quenchless flames of hell.

What's amiss I'll strive to mend,And endure what can't be mended.

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

Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound.

Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away: our life's a dream.

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