| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Nathaniel Cotton. (17071788) |
| | | 3953 | 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. |
| 3954 | 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. |
| 3955 | 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. |
| 3956 | | Yet still we hug the dear deceit. |
| Content. Vision iv. |
| 3957 | | Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. |
| To-morrow. |
| | | Henry Fielding. (17071754) |
| | | 3958 | | All Nature wears one universal grin. |
| Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 3959 | Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day; Let other hours be set apart for business. To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk; And this our queen shall be as drunk as we. |
| Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 3960 | When I m not thankd at all, I m thankd enough; I ve done my duty, and I ve done no more. |
| Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 3961 | | Thy modesty s a candle to thy merit. |
| Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| | Note 1. The incense of the heart may rise.Pierpont: Every Place a Temple. [back] |
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