Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
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.
Every pang that rends the heart.
Every pang that rends the heart.
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to read more
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to improve in every part,
His pencil out faces, his manners are heart.
Every absurdity has a champion to defend it, for error is always talkative.
Every absurdity has a champion to defend it, for error is always talkative.
