Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
In all the silent manliness of grief.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to
enhance the value of its favours.
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to
enhance the value of its favours.
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the read more
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
The pictures placed for ornament and use,
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
The pictures placed for ornament and use,
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
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.
