John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Nathaniel Cotton. (17071788)
If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
The Fireside. Stanza 3. 2
To be resignd when ills betide, Patient when favours are denid, And pleasd with favours given, Dear Chloe, this is wisdoms part; This is that incense of the heart 1 Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
The Fireside. Stanza 11. 3
Thus hand in hand through life we ll go; Its checkerd paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we ll tread.
The Fireside. Stanza 31. 4
Yet still we hug the dear deceit.
Content. Vision iv. 5
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
Note 1. The incense of the heart may rise.Pierpont: Every Place a Temple. [ back]