Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
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How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.
Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
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Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
