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• Against Idleness and Mischief How doth the little busy bee How skillfully she builds her cell!
  Improve each shining hour, How neat she spreads the wax!...
• For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xx...
• A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xii...
• And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xv...
• I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xxviii...
• Birds in their little nests agree; And 't is a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xvii...
• But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise
  Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes....
• 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....
• 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?...