“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.”
Quote by Nathaniel Cotton
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Poems by Nathaniel Cotton: With the Author's Life
This book is a compilation of poems written by Nathaniel Cotton, offering readers a glimpse into the author's literary works and personal narrative. more
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