Oliver Goldsmith

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.

Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
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Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
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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.

The king himself has follow'd her
When she has walk'd before.

The king himself has follow'd her
When she has walk'd before.

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.