Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant
jade on a journey.
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant
jade on a journey.
Every pang that rends the heart.
Every pang that rends the heart.
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
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What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where the rug's two-fold use we might display,
By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
