Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Every pang that rends the heart.
Every pang that rends the heart.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
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At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board.
Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.
