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.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
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.
His house was known to all the vagrant train,
He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain;
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His house was known to all the vagrant train,
He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain;
The long remembered beggar was his guest,
Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
