Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
Blame where you must, be candid where you can,
And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
Blame where you must, be candid where you can,
And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in read more
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.
