Quotes by : Isaac Watts

Hush my dear lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard they bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently....

To be angry about trifles is mean and childish to rage and be furious is brutish and to maintain perpetual....

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

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

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

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

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

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

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

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