Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
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How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
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.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
In a polite age almost every person becomes a reader, and
receives more instruction from the Press than the read more
In a polite age almost every person becomes a reader, and
receives more instruction from the Press than the Pulpit.
