Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
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.
Nobody with me at sea but myself.
Nobody with me at sea but myself.
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance read more
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.