Oliver Goldsmith

Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such
We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much;
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Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such
We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much;
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

There is nothing so absurd or ridiculous that has not at some time been said by some philosopher.

There is nothing so absurd or ridiculous that has not at some time been said by some philosopher.

I hate the French because they are all slaves and wear wooden
shoes.

I hate the French because they are all slaves and wear wooden
shoes.

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
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The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.