Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Blame where you must, be candid where you can,
And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
Blame where you must, be candid where you can,
And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
The king himself has follow'd her
When she has walk'd before.
The king himself has follow'd her
When she has walk'd before.
