Oliver Goldsmith ( 10 of 116 )
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me read more
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united
voice of myriads cannot lend the read more
As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united
voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to
falsehood.
There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end read more
There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
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.
Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other read more
She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp read more
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While read more
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the place;The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled. - Deserted Village, The.
