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• Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 63...
• The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 63...
• So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by tu
  And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain....
• There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reig
  Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain....
• And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book i, Hymn 88...
• Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book i, Hymn 79...
• When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I 'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 65...
• 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....
• But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise
  Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes....