Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
And news much older than their ale went round.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
And news much older than their ale went round.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
