Oliver Goldsmith

In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.

In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.

The pictures placed for ornament and use,
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.

The pictures placed for ornament and use,
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.

Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.

Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.

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.

Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.

Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.