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Houstonia. 
A little blue flower, very common in New England. 
CONTENT. 
Unfit for greatness, I her snares defy, 
And look on riches with untainted eye. 
To others let the glittering baubles fall, 
Content shall place us far above them all. 
CHURCHILL. 
Contentment gives a crown, 
Where fortune hath denied it. 
Tomas ForD. 
I swear ’t is better to be lowly born, 
And range with humble livers in content, 
Than to be perked up in a glistening grief, 
And wear a golden sorrow. 
SHAKSPEARE. 
There is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy, 
No chemic art can counterfeit ; 
It makes men rich in greatest poverty, 
Makes water wine, turns wooden cups to gold, 
The homely whistle to sweet music’s strain ; 
Seldom it comes, to few from heaven sent, 
That much in little, — all in rought, — content 









































