Date: 1706

"There glides the moon her shining way, / And shoots my heart thro' with a silver ray."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"Till hard despair wring from the tyrant's soul / The iron tears out."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"The marble heart groans with an inward wound: / Blaspheming souls of harden'd steel / Shriek out amaz'd at the new pangs they feel,"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"The marble heart groans with an inward wound: / Blaspheming souls of harden'd steel / Shriek out amaz'd at the new pangs they feel."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"But oh the crowds of wretched [married] souls / Fetter'd to minds of different moulds, / And chain'd t'eternal strife!"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"But fancy, that uneasy guest, /Still holds a lodging in our breast; // She finds or frames vexations still."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"O'er the broad lands, and cross the tide, / On fancy's airy horse I ride, / (Sweet rapture of the mind!) / Till on the banks of Ganges' flood, / In a tall ancient grove I stood / For sacred use design's."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1707

"Why should we vex and grieve his love, / Who seals our souls to heavenly life?"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1707

"'O let my Name ingraven stand, / 'Both on thy Heart and on thy Hand."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1707

"Then let thy Name be well imprest / As a fair Signet on my Breast."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)