Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they read more
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
