Oliver Goldsmith

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

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

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.