Date: 1734

"Conscience hears / The words of anguish, and dissolves in tears. / Ev'n iron souls relent, and hearts of stone / Burst at these mournings, and repeat the groan:"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"Search well, my soul, thro' all the dark recesses / Of nature and self-love, the plies, the folds, / And hollow winding caverns of the heart, / Where flattery hides our sins."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"[W]hat lawless passions, / What vain desires, what vicious turns of thought / Lurk there unheeded: Bring them forth to view, / And sacrifice the rebels to his honour."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"What worlds of worth lay crowded in that breast!"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"What worlds of worth lay crowded in that breast! / Too strait the mansion for th'illustrious guest."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"Too strait the mansion for th'illustrious guest."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"Hail, holy souls, no more confin'd / To limbs and bones that clog the mind; / Ye have escap'd the snares, and left the chains behind."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"My frame of nature is a ruffled sea, / And my disease the tempest."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"Nature feels / A strange commotion to her inmost centre; / The throne of reason shakes"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"This flesh, this circling blood, these brutal powers, / Made to obey, turn rebels to the mind, / Nor hear its laws"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)