Oliver Goldsmith

Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.

Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.

While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences read more

While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the read more

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.

I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.