Oliver Goldsmith

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.

Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.

Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well

In all the silent manliness of grief.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.