TO My Brothers E. and T. W. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 128-129. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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TO My Brothers E. and T. W. False Greatness . 1698. I. BROTHERS , forbear to call him Blest That only has a large Estate , Should all the Treasures of the West Meet and Conspire to make him Great . Let a broad Stream with Golden Sands Thro' all his Meadows roll , He's but a Wretch with all his Lands That wears a narrow Soul . II . He swells amidst his wealthy Store , And proudly poizing what he weighs , In his own Scale he fondly lays Huge Heaps of Shining Oar , He spreads the Balance wide to hold His Mannors and his Farms , And cheats the Beam with Loads of Gold He hugs between his Arms . So might the Plough-boy climb a Tree , When Craesus mounts his Throne , And both stand up and smile to see How long their Shadow's grown ; Alass ! how vain their Fancies be , To think that Shape their own . III . Thus mingled still with Wealth and State Craesus himself can never know ; His true Dimensions , and his Weight Are far inferiour to their show ; Were I so tall to reach the Pole , Or grasp the Ocean with my Span , I must be measur'd by my Soul . The Mind's the Standard of the Man .