Maxioms by 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.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp read more
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.
To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?
To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?
Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails,
And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails,
And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
