Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in read more
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the read more
Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
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.
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to
prevent, it seldom has justice enough to read more
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to
prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
