Jane Taylor

"Are we not children, all of us?"

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!"

"I thank the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me in these Christian days, A happy English child."

"Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. How few think justly of the thinking few! How many never think, who think they do!"

"Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires."

"Oh that it were my chief delight To do the things I ought! Then let me try with all my might To mind what I am taught."

"Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother."

"I love little pussy, her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm."