Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
