Rev. Isaac Watts

Anonymous, "To a married Lady, with Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. By her Husband" Edinburgh Magazine or Literary Amusement 54 (3 January 1782) 406.

Indulge, my fair, the lays thy charms inspire:
For love, like ours, great WATTS attun'd his lyre.
Our souls first rapt in Virtue's sacred cause,
He forms us next to Friendship's gen'rous laws.
How potent each in this confed'rate view,
Not less than us, the letter'd poet knew,
Finish'd in both, still may we rise in life;
Nor death till late, dissolve the noble strife.

Tho' light as chaff, to the loose, sportive winds,
Its vows, too oft the treach'rous heart resigns;
Yet, in each scene, with thy dear form imprest,
And aw'd by grace, which guards the lover best:
Herself the pole shall bright Sarissa be,
And Lemuel's tenderest passion point to thee.
Others shall sink in thy superior ray,
As darkness flies before the blaze of day.