Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects
too. No, sir, these, I protest you, read more
I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects
too. No, sir, these, I protest you, are too hard for me.
Every pang that rends the heart.
Every pang that rends the heart.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
And news much older than their ale went round.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
And news much older than their ale went round.