Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the read more
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
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.
