Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
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.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
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.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he read more
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.
