From labour health, from health contentment spring; contentment opes the source of every joy. – James Beattie
No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife. – James Beattie
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where Fame’s proud temple shines afar? – James Beattie
At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale’s song in the grove. – James Beattie
