'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."
Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)
Source: The Sluggard.
Contributed by: Zaady
I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.
Source: Divine Songs. Song xxviii.
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
Source: A Cradle Hymn.
And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Source: Song xv.
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.
Source: Horæ Lyricæ, Book ii. False Greatness.
For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Source: Divine Songs. Song xx.
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high.
Source: Psalm v.
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.
Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 146.
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.
Source: Psalm cxvii.
Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Source: Song xvii.
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