Related:

• I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xxviii...
• 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!...
• 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...
• In books, or work, or healthful play. -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xx
• For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xx...
• 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....
• 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...
• I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,--what time, what circuit first, I ask no
  but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive...