1.
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
2.
I stew all night in my own grease.
Nathaniel Cotton
3.
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
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4.
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 to enjoy it all, Nor lose the present hour.
Nathaniel Cotton
5.
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 Maker all the rest.
Nathaniel Cotton
6.
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
7.
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 that incense of the heart
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
Nathaniel Cotton
8.
Yet still we hug the dear deceit.
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9.
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
10.
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;
Reason may calm this doubtful strife,
And steer thy bark through various life.
Nathaniel Cotton
