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Nathaniel Cotton. (1707–1788)

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    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.

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    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 1
  Whose fragrance smells to heaven.

The Fireside. Stanza 11.

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

The Fireside. Stanza 31.

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Yet still we hug the dear deceit.

Content. Vision iv.

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Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.

To-morrow.

Henry Fielding. (1707–1754)

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All Nature wears one universal grin.

Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 1.

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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.

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When I ’m not thank’d at all, I ’m thank’d enough;
I ’ve done my duty, and I ’ve done no more.

Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3.

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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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