Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
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.
