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• Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long!
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 19...
• Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 63...
• There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reig
  Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain....
• 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...
• 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...
• 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...
• A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk
  he parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire....
• A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song xii...