Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united
voice of myriads cannot lend the read more
As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united
voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to
falsehood.
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.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me read more
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
But in his duty prompt at every call,
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
But in his duty prompt at every call,
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
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.
