Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
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How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
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Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
From those who spoke her praise.
A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.
A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.
Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.
