Oliver Goldsmith

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.

I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.
[Lat., Vitam perdidi laboricose agendo.]

I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.
[Lat., Vitam perdidi laboricose agendo.]

His conduct still right with his argument wrong.

His conduct still right with his argument wrong.

By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.

By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.

There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end read more

There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.