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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Nathaniel Cotton. (1707–1788)
    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.
    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.
    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.
    Yet still we hug the dear deceit.
          Content. Vision iv.
    Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
Henry Fielding. (1707–1754)
    All Nature wears one universal grin.
          Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 1.
    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.
    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.
    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]