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. — Nathaniel Cotton Copy Share Image
Be mine that silent calm repast, A conscience cheerful to the last: That tree which bears immortal fruit, Without a canker at the root;… — Nathaniel Cotton Copy Share Image
If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow From… — Nathaniel Cotton Copy Share Image
Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go; Its checker'd paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we 'll tread. — Nathaniel Cotton Copy Share Image
On God for all events depend; You cannot want when God's your friend. Weigh well your part and do your best; Leave to your… — Nathaniel Cotton Copy Share Image
Tis reason's part To govern and to guard the heart, To lull the wayward soul to rest, When hopes and fears distract the breast;… — Nathaniel Cotton Copy Share Image
To be resigned when ills betide, Patient when favours are deni'd, And pleas'd with favours given,- Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part; This is… — Nathaniel Cotton Copy Share Image
We'll therefore relish with content, Whate'er kind providence has sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r; For, if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudent… — Nathaniel Cotton Copy Share Image
