Oliver Goldsmith

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.

Heroes themselves had fallen behind!
--Whene'er he went before.

Heroes themselves had fallen behind!
--Whene'er he went before.

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.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame;
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Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame;
Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease,
Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.