Quote#Happiness
If solid happiness we prize
Quote byNathaniel Cotton · 1705–1788
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Fireside, stanza 3, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)..
English (original)
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.
— Nathaniel Cotton
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