Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?
Isaac WattsHush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessing without number Gently falling on thy head.
Isaac WattsFancy and humour, early and constantly indulged in, may expect an old age overrun with follies.
Isaac WattsStudy detains the mind by the perpetual occurrence of something new, which may gratefully strike the imagination.
Isaac Watts