Isaac Watts

Some have a violent and turgid manner of talking and thinking; they are always in extremes, and pronounce concerning everything in the superlative.

The Fondness we have for Self, and the Relation which other Persons and Things have to ourselves, furnish us with another long Rank of Prejudices.

To see the dull indifference, the negligent and thoughtless air that sits upon the faces of a whole assembly, while the psalm is upon their lips, might even tempt a charitable observer to suspect the fervency of their inward religion.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

At books, or work, or healthy play,_x000D_ _x000D_ Let all my years be passed;_x000D_ _x000D_ That I may give for every day_x000D_ _x000D_ A good account at last.

Our life contains a thousand springs,_x000D_ _x000D_ And dies if one be gone._x000D_ _x000D_ Strange! that a harp of thousand strings_x000D_ _x000D_ Should keep in tune so long.

If I could reach from pole to pole_x000D_ or grasp the ocean with a span,_x000D_ I would be measured by the soul_x000D_ The mind's the standard of the Man.