Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.
Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
