A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.
Isaac WattsNot all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain: But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb, Takes all our sins away, A sacrifice of nobler nam' And richer blood than they.
Isaac WattsEarth, 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.
Isaac Watts