Nathaniel Cotton

Nathaniel Cotton (1707 – August 2, 1788) was an English physician and poet.

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.

Quotes

• 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, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• 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.
  • The Fireside, stanza 11, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "The incense of the heart may rise", Pierpont, Every Place a Temple, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• 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, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Yet still we hug the dear deceit.
  • Content, Vision iv, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
  • To-morrow, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

Visions in Verse

• How great his theft, who robs himself!
  • "Pleasure"

• 'Tis the last act which crowns the play.
  • "Death"

External links

• Visions in Verse, in an 1826 anthology