Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame;
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Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame;
Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease,
Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.
At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
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At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
