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 WattsOrder my footsteps by Thy Word and make my heart sincere; let sin have no dominion, Lord, but keep my conscience clear.
Isaac WattsSo, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.
Isaac WattsTis the voice of the sluggard I heard him complain,You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again.
Isaac Watts