Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.
A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
