Quotes from Isaac Watts

The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

When two or three sciences are pursued at the same time if one of them be dry, as logic, let another be more entertaining, to secure the mind from weariness.

Now shall my inward joys arise, And burst into a song; Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue.

It is not to be expected that we should love God supremely if we have not known him to be more desirable than all other things.

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

Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.

Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree!

Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

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

Custom and authority are no sure evidence of truth.

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

Prayer is a sacred and appointed means to obtain all the blessings that we want, whether they relate to this life or the life to come.

As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.

How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.

One glance of Thine creates a day.

To be angry about trifles is mean and childish; to rage and be furious is brutish; and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils; but to prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.

For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.

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

Let me be dressed fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers, exceed me still.

Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, our own meditation must form our judgement.

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

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

The eyes of a man in the jaundice make yellow observations on everything; and the soul tinctured with any passion diffuses a false color over the appearance of things.