Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
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The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.
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.
Aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crush'd or trodden to the ground,
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Aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crush'd or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
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.