Nathaniel Cotton Quotes

'Tis the last act which crowns the play.

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.

Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.

Thus hand in hand through life we'll go;
Its checker'd paths of joy and woe
With cautious steps we'll tread

How great his theft, who robs himself!

Yet still we hug the dear deceit.

To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are deni'd,
And pleas'd with favours given,—
Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part;
This is that incense of the heart
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.