Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
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Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.
