Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.
At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by read more
At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
They would talk of nothing but high life and high-lived company,
with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, read more
They would talk of nothing but high life and high-lived company,
with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste,
Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.
