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.
Thus idly busy rolls their world away.
Thus idly busy rolls their world away.
Every pang that rends the heart.
Every pang that rends the heart.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
