Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
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Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
From those who spoke her praise.
Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While read more
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the place;The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled. - Deserted Village, The.
