“How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.”

“I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.”

“Hush my dear lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard they bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.”

“Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.”

“Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things our own meditation must form our judgement.”

“Let me be dressed fine as I will Flies worms and flowers exceed me still.”

“Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.”

“For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.”

“Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.”

“To be angry about trifles is mean and childish to rage and be furious is brutish and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils but to prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious is manly and divine.”

“One glance of Thine creates a day.”