I stew all night in my own grease.
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. - Nathaniel Cotton
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
- Nathaniel Cotton
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 … - Nathaniel Cotton
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 …
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 w… - Nathaniel Cotton
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 w…
Yet still we hug the dear deceit. - Nathaniel Cotton
Yet still we hug the dear deceit.
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 th… - Nathaniel Cotton
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 th…
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 en… - Nathaniel Cotton
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 en…
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
Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go; Its checker'd paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we 'll tread.
I stew all night in my own grease. - Nathaniel Cotton
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 … - Nathaniel Cotton
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 …
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