| John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
| Isaac Watts. (1674–1748) |
| 1 |
| Whene’er 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 other’s 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. |
| 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 wak’d 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 Creator’s praise arise; Let the Redeemer’s 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 (L’Estrange’s 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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