Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Every pang that rends the heart.
Every pang that rends the heart.
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.
