Oliver Goldsmith

They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.

They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.

To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?

To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?

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.

What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where read more

What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where the rug's two-fold use we might display,
By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me read more

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.