John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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Isaac Watts. (16741748) |
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1 | Wheneer I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me? |
Divine Songs. Song iv. |
2 | A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. |
Divine Songs. Song xii. |
3 | And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two. 1 |
Divine Songs. Song xv. |
4 | Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For t is their nature too. |
Divine Songs. Song xvi. |
5 | But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each others eyes. |
Divine Songs. Song xvi. |
6 | Birds in their little nests agree; And t is a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. |
Divine Songs. Song xvii. |
7 | How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! |
Divine Songs. Song xx. |
8 | For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. |
Divine Songs. Song xx. |
9 | In books, or work, or healthful play. |
Divine Songs. Song xx. |
10 | I have been there, and still would go; T is like a little heaven below. |
Divine Songs. Song xxviii. |
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11 | Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. |
A Cradle Hymn. |
12 | T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, You have wakd me too soon, I must slumber again. |
The Sluggard. |
13 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high. |
Psalm v. |
14 | From all who dwell below the skies Let the Creators praise arise; Let the Redeemers name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. |
Psalm cxvii. |
15 | Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow. |
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79. |
16 | And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. |
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 88. |
17 | Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long! |
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19. |
18 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. |
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63. |
19 | The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours. |
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63. |
20 | When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I ll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. |
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 65. |
21 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. |
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66. |
22 | So, 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. |
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 146. |
23 | Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul: The mind s the standard of the man. 2 |
Horæ Lyricæ, Book ii. False Greatness. |
24 | To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven. |
Doxology. |
| Note 1. See Herbert, Quotation 8. [back] | Note 2. I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man.Seneca: On a Happy Life (LEstranges Abstract), chap. i.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.Ovid: Metamorphoses, xiii. [back] |
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