Oliver Goldsmith

It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects
too. No, sir, these, I protest you, read more

I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects
too. No, sir, these, I protest you, are too hard for me.

No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.

No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance read more

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.

Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.

Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.