Quotes of Nathaniel Cotton - somelinesforyou

“ Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ I stew all night in my own grease. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ 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

“ I stew all night in my own grease. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ I stew all night in my own grease. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ I stew all night in my own grease. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ I stew all night in my own grease. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ I stew all night in my own grease. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ I stew all night in my own grease. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton

“ Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment. ”

- 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 bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home. ”

- Nathaniel Cotton
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