Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where read more
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where the rug's two-fold use we might display,
By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
They would talk of nothing but high life and high-lived company,
with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, read more
They would talk of nothing but high life and high-lived company,
with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste,
Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in read more
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
