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.
The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I
had gained a read more
The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I
had gained a new friend. When I read a book over I have perused
before, it resembles the meeting with an old one.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
