Be mine that silent calm repast, A conscience cheerful to the last: That tree which bears immortal fruit, Without a canker at the root; That friend which never fails the just, When other friends desert their trust. — 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
