Oliver Goldsmith

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.

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.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.

Every pang that rends the heart.

Every pang that rends the heart.

There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end read more

There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.