Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
Every pang that rends the heart.
Every pang that rends the heart.
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
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How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
