Oliver Goldsmith

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.

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.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,
And guide my lonely way
To where you taper cheers the read more

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,
And guide my lonely way
To where you taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.

Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.

Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.